"Mr. Yang, how did you create Gensokyo, a paradise where humans, magicians, monsters, ghosts, gods, and other races live in harmony?" "Using a rather heroic method." "What method?" "By marrying local girls of different races on behalf of the humans." "What kind of hero are you?!" "I give gifts to everyone I meet, ask questions when I don't understand, make friends through martial arts, practice and wander, help those in need when I see injustice, visit homes and rummage through everything!" "I treat both the necessary and the unnecessary equally, so it's only natural to emulate the heroes of the East, like Yuwen, Lao Chai, and Zhuge Liang, and marry multiple wives." This is the story of a young man's heroic journey, starting in Gensokyo, to cultivate a broad mind that embraces the Earth and creates a future where everyone can pursue happiness. Performance isn't the key to success, let me tell you! Excuse me, the secret of the Paladins!

The magicians living in human cities guard the fire of their ancestors, sing ancient ballads, but drive red wild horses and gallop on the highway with a speed limit of 120. In the

world of mages, Roach, the junior junior imbecile mage apprentice at Northern College, is in a miserable situation where there are not enough credits and he may repeat his grade. Fortunately, there is no way to the end of the world. He got the opportunity to give Du Zheng, a talented senior, a mascot, the opportunity to earn credits by doing social practice.

But this social practice seems to be quite different from what Roach thought. The ability to suddenly awaken, the wounds that never heal in memory... The world, with his life as a singularity, collapses rapidly.

The combination of the senior of the Genius Combat Mage and the junior of the Mage who amuses the imbecile must think of ways to find the truth behind all this.

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.

Pharmacist Fu Guang was struck by lightning and sent to the interstellar space while refining the Resurrection Pill. She became a thin girl. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was taken to the guide level test.

Level D, severe damage to mental strength, low possibility of advancement.

In an age of frequent wars, for the continuation of humanity, all people, whether sentinels or guides, are consumables. A guide who cannot remove the contamination from sentinels is a worthless waste.

As we all know, waste has no value.

As a result, the White Tower issued an order requiring her to join the Alliance University to appease the Sentinels who were becoming irritable due to the reduction in their guides.

Sentinel, war machine, mad dog, synonymous with perversion.

The fragile guide was like a lamb among hungry wolves. They laughed and watched as if the guide was already in their pocket.

They no longer wait for the guide's mercy, but reach out their hands to the poor guide, wanting to drag him into the abyss of desire and sink with them.

They are obsessed with her, they try to control her, and ultimately they crave the Guide's gaze upon them.

……

As a pharmacist, the thing she fears least is difficult and complicated diseases, even though it is her own mental picture that is collapsing.

It doesn’t matter, there is nothing that a bottle of medicine can’t solve. If the condition is serious, just drink a few more bottles.

Fu Guang, who restored his spiritual image, became an S-level guide and was jointly pressured by the White Tower military.

Guidance? What guidance?

When it’s time to drink the potion, drink the potion; when it’s time to sleep, sleep. Don’t disturb her goal of seeing the stars and the sea.

But being together day and night is the most touching thing.

It's not like she's really heartless, and the man is attractive, but who should she choose?

Is he the arrogant young man from aristocratic family who would stab the first person he meets?

Is he a smiling tiger who appears warm on the outside but is cold on the inside, and who cheats people with a smile?

Is it the stern-faced commander in charge of the legion?

……

There are so many people, she has to choose carefully, since she has plenty of time anyway.

……

She is the legend of the White Tower, a comrade and enemy that the military both fears and desires.

The Sentinels, whose military power is so strong that they can destroy galaxies, lowered their proud heads, bent their unbreakable knees, and presented a crown to the god-like 3S Guide.

……

From a poor guide to the position of the powerful commander of the First Legion, Fu Guang smiled indifferently.

Sentinel, pledge your loyalty to me, give your life, and reveal your all.

Then, fight for me.

21st-century office worker Xiangchuan had just finished rewatching "A Bite of China" the night before she traveled through time, looking forward to eating snail noodles the next day. Suddenly, she arrived on a carbohydrate-free immigrant spaceship...

Traveled to the year 32022?!

Is his father a company chairman? Is his mother a government official? Has his hometown gone from a private house in a 21st-century county town to a luxurious villa on a spaceship?

Then shouldn't I just lie down for the rest of my life?

However, the price of rapid technological progress is the extreme degradation of food culture?

Seeing his brothers and sisters around him satisfied with the mushy and muddy "food", and that the only breakfast in front of him was the so-called "fresh fish soup" that tasted like the one that could make people in the 21st century fly, Kagawa shouted the slogan: Do it yourself and have enough food and clothing!

To achieve eternal life, the male protagonist Gao Ying and the female protagonist Zhu Sunling enter two mysterious classrooms and are forced to take exams one after another. However, these are no ordinary school exams; they are transported to parallel worlds, encounter countless demons, and must answer questions about demonic phenomena. If their score falls below 60, they will be eliminated!

In order to gain eternal life, they will continue to walk with the devil until the moment of their fateful encounter arrives...

The latest original copy of Black Spark has unlimited flow!

Lin Hao, the former world number one ADC in League of Legends. A failure, a drunken streak, and an inexplicable journey to a parallel world. After years of struggle, his dream finally came true. He reached the top of the world.

"Did you see that? Vayne has to play like this to survive."

"Oh, ADC has to play like this to survive. ADC is too hard to play."

"Mom, this guy is trying to trick me into playing ADC again. I want to play top lane."

"What ADC? I played ADC because I saw his ADC. I played like a tiger, but ended up 0-8."

"Forget it, I'll just watch. ADC? I'll probably play ADC my whole life."

There are already millions of words of fan works on the shelves, please feel free to read them.

As the most non-existent of the outcasts of Peach Blossom Island, who did not even have a chance to appear and left only one name, was occupied by the soul of later generations, and there was a suspected golden finger who pretended to be dead, what kind of life would he choose in the martial arts world in the late Southern Song Dynasty.

The secret book of divine power must be there, after all, you have to vent your grievances from time to time, so as not to be beaten to death.

Life should also be wonderful and comfortable, and the characters in the Condor Shooting actually play monogamy, which is completely inconsistent with the basic laws of feudal society and must be resolutely resisted.

The story in the Condor must also actively participate so that the world knows his name.

This is the life he wants.

He is Wu Mian Feng, the youngest disciple of Peach Blossom Island.

Heaven has chosen me to walk this earth, so I must seize every moment!

In this chaotic world of conflicting schools of thought, in this chaotic world of hegemony!

Those born under the zodiac of Pojun will lead armies of millions, sword drawn and steed in command... Those born under the zodiac of Ziwei will benefit the common people and control the earth's ups and downs... Those born under the zodiac of Fubi will govern the world, above all others and under none other!

And I, born under the zodiac of Yaoxing, will confuse the will of heaven, bring chaos to the nine provinces, and ravage the world!

Sages never die, and thieves never cease!

!!! Who am I, who am I?

There was a beast that would rather die in battle than turn back.

After a fatal battle, it was weathered in the vast wilderness.

Now, I have returned, bringing with me my arrogance and... my stubbornness!

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Xiongying, who was dying in Ma Xiuying's arms, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The time-space gate opened, and Ling Xiao, who was doing a time-space rescue mission for the first time, rushed in. Seeing that the person was not dead, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and turned to the dumbfounded and doubtful old Zhu and made a condition: "To change fate against the will of heaven, the territory of the Ming Dynasty must exceed 13.72 million square kilometers within a hundred years, otherwise the Ming Dynasty, which will last for 276 years in the future, will perish prematurely."

Liu Bei, who led the people across the river, looked exhausted at the fleeing army that was moving forward at a snail's pace every day and people kept joining, and didn't know what to do.

Ling Xiao stepped forward: "Someone gave you 10,000 bicycles and 10,000 carts, please sign for them."

Zhuge Liang, who was running out of energy, said: "Oh, great heaven, how can you be so unkind to me."

Ling Xiao walked out of the space-time gate with Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and others: "Prime Minister, please don't die yet. Someone sent you a million boxes of instant noodles, and 100,000 crispy college students also want to cause trouble for you, no, they are helping you for free!"

Regardless of the pain and despair of the common people or the eternal regrets of historical figures,

Ling Xiao tried his best to rescue them.

Although he knew that

the worlds were too big and his ability was too small,

everyone who was in a desperate situation hoped that someone would lend a hand.

So Ling Xiao wanted to say something very presumptuous: Hope is forever, I am on my way!