【Host, host! I might be late, but I, the Femme Fatale Conquer System, am here to accompany you!】

【Now, let’s first conquer Momoana, a legendary female emperor who boasts looks and wits.】

Shu Yichao: “Charge, my nomads! Show them our unrivaled archery!”

And so, Momoana died.

【My host, I’ll assume what happened earlier was an accident. We have to succeed for the next one. Our next conquer target is Purin, a lofty and cold sorceress.】

Shi Yichao: “Clear the mobs and stack skeletons! I shall bring the undead calamity upon the world!”

And so, Purin died.

【…Maybe you didn’t hear me clearly, my host. I said court her, not cull her. Our next target–】

Shu Yichao: “Build the hive and spam the worms. My hive mind shall devour the world! Who can compete with me?”

【…】

Shi Yichao: “Halleluyah! I have finally gotten rid of every single one of them! Speaking of which, System, it has been a long time since you last spoke to me?”

【I’m tired. Just go and destroy everything.】

Zhang Sushang travelled through time.

He became separated from his family by a hundred years, his body gained two layers of fat, his BMI seriously exceeded the standard, his health was worrying, he was cut off from his family here, and he lost his source of income, causing him to be on the verge of starvation!

Picking up his pen in despair, Zhang Sushang could only hope to save his stomach with novels.

Right, he also needed to lose weight — too much fat would lead to fatty liver and the three highs of metabolic syndrome: high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and high levels of fat in the blood. If he wanted to see his family again, he had to make sure that he lived to see the next millennium!

The Winter Olympic Games were still two or three years away. If his dad was here, with the excellent fitness of an astronaut and the skills of a figure skating champion, he would definitely be able to win an Olympic gold medal. As for himself, he had only trained until he was sixteen years old, when he had to retire due to developmental issues. His highest achievement was a mere triple axel, so he could only write novels to fill his stomach.

Wait, could anyone jump a 3A right now?

At this time, no Chinese person had ever appeared at the Olympics. If a miracle could happen early, even a salted fish would fight for it.

And Zhang Sushang was no salted fish.

Some called him Lu the godly doctor, some called him Lu the flayer; some admired him for the mechanical prosthetics that allowed him to rampage across battlefields; some laid under his surgical knife, doomed to die; he could save people from the brink of death, and also destroy corpses without a trace; during the day, he was the warmest goodwill in the human world; at night, he was a terror that made the whole world shudder.

The scalpel hung from his fingers, a demon on one side, an angel on the other.

His name was Lu Yuan, a double-faced surgeon in a world where spiritual energy had revived, and also a professional ripper.

Hello, I am Jiang Li, the 37th-ranked sword cultivator of the Hidden Sword Peak. Due to recent financial constraints in my life, I have decided to write this script. By purchasing a copy, I, the esteemed sword cultivator, will teach you how to successfully charm those beautiful senior and junior sisters within a year. I will guide you on making the Iceberg Sword Immortal both love and hate me, and I will reveal the secrets to having the Grand Celestial Sect’s sect master treat me as their precious heart.

I am Jiang Li, a shameless sword cultivator.

Question: Beneath the starry sky, there stands a beauty. Her long black hair flows like eternal night, her bright eyes shimmer like the stars, her immense magic makes the world tremble, and her unparalleled beauty compels all beings to bow before her. Who is this beauty?

“That’s right, it’s me, the Queen of Witches, Dorothy!”