Xinqi traveled through the Pokémon world and became a dad.

The daughter turned out to be Poppi, one of the four future kings of the Padya region.

It was not until he lived with his daughter that his golden finger was realized.

He discovered that as long as he continued to capture Pokémon, he could add attributes to his own Pokémon, as well as to his daughter's Pokémon.

As long as he continues to train his daughter to compete, and she wins, he can strengthen the attributes of his and his daughter's Pokémon.

This book is also known as "I Can Add Entries to Pokémon", "My Daughter is the Future Superstar", "I Collected the Complete Illustrated Book in the Pokémon World", and "I Have a Small World".

Note: This book has no CP.

"My name is Roach. I'm not a horse, nor am I a carrot. I

'm currently in pieces (literally), but since I've been put back together, I can be considered alive.

I don't have any special hobbies, nor do I have any special interpersonal relationships. By local standards, even if I'm not illiterate, I can be considered illiterate.

My main daily tasks are fishing, making soup, chopping wood, and feeding horses.

I haven't traveled around the world. You asked me what my main job is? Probably pets.

What are I good at? It seems that I'm not particularly good at anything. If I have to say, it's probably courting death.

If I have to say, I'm quite confident in my appearance because the witch praised me for being cute."

The man, with scars left by healed wounds on his face, smiled like a child as if he had just emerged from a hellish battlefield, and raised the axe in front of him.

“It’s fast, it’s fast, I’ll be able to cultivate immortals right away!”

After successfully traversing, it is still the physical world. Desperate Lin Wen found an opportunity to be reincarnated and cultivated in the desperate situation.

In order to be perfectly reincarnated as an immortal, he was forced to accumulate good karma in the mortal world.

But his Dao heart has never been dusty. He walked straight with his sword and swept away evil spirits. He tore open the shackles and pushed them to the mountains.

No one understood him, but he never needed to.

“A fool.” Someone scorned.

“A saint.” Someone praised.

Lin Wen didn’t care, he stood on a towering high-rise building and looked at the world.

Poetry as proof:

My Dao has never been right or wrong, and everything in the world is ashes.

In a cup of turbid wine in the spring breeze, who knows the power of the universe and Taiji.

The selfless Sanskrit sound saves the world, and the soul-seeking Sanskrit sound destroys powerful enemies! Amitabha, follow the universal compassion and save the world with great compassion! What, I was reborn as a monk! This monk is not only fake, but also not human! Donor, my master wants you to help me practice.

When the false becomes true, the true is also false, and there is something inaction and nothingness.

A false earth god: I want to reincarnate!

A real earth god: After I kill you, I will create a great Feng Shui formation for you and make a beautiful grave bag for you.

A false earth god: a man of great virtue.

A real God of the Earth: This thing is good, bring it to you. The treasures of nature, materials and earth will be inhabited by the virtuous.

False Earth God: Honest and honest.

The real God of Earth: Everything on the earth is my eyes and ears, I will just watch you pretend! I, who should cooperate with your performance, turned a blind eye!

Does the earth god have to be on earth? It’s not too much for me to take on another life and be a heavenly official, right?

Meet Gu Yu—a college dropout and a talented incense maker, and at the same time, the rather stoic protagonist of this story. Despite his somewhat introverted manner, he has a tendency to make sarcastic remarks in his thoughts. One day, after saving a squirrel, a windfall (metaphorically and literally) dropped into his lap. Stumbling into the cultivation world with little help, he was not turned into Superman overnight (as he would like). Apparently, becoming a cultivator would not make your life easier, at least in the beginning.

Somewhere along the road, he ran into Jiang Xiaozhai, a young woman whose got the brains, the beauty, and maybe one or two secrets of her own. As it turned out, the two made a perfect team—Mulder-and-Scully style. Motivated by many unanswered questions, they had been running up and down the country, getting into all kinds of trouble, and learning more of the modern cultivation world, which is by no means the same as in the ages long past…

An ordinary academy boy, Baiyunlou, had to meet the opportunity to embark on the road of self-cultivation.

It is Baiyunlou’s lifelong wish to sit in the small building and watch the clouds and clouds, and wander around the world to taste the red dust and fireworks.

However, the catastrophe is approaching, and the only way to rise up is to draw out the sword, for the thought in the heart, for all living beings in this world, to cut out a life.

A young man by nature, never forgetting his original aspiration, and comprehending the Dao in the mortal world.

Step by step to the top of the fairy road, to explore the truth of the heavens and the world…

“Fellow daoists, come to the small building to drink a cup of tea while you are free in the world of mortals~”

In his first month back in the modern world, Lin Muran picked up a girl at a comic convention—one who claimed to be a dragon.

“Life is but a dream, and humans are like specks of dust. Why do mortals always stare at half-naked women in paintings? How pitiful...”

“Put down that dakimakura first, then we’ll talk.”

In his second month, he ran into a girl at his doorstep, her smile clearly forced, held in place by her own fingers.

“Master said... if I register as a monster girl here, I can eat for free. Is that true?” the girl named Di Hou asked while maintaining her painfully fake grin.

“First of all, we already have one freeloader at home.”

By the third month, the door was knocked on yet again—this time, by a seemingly elegant older girl who claimed to be his number one anti-fan.

"Papa Lin, how about we collaborate on a Birdkin’s Tale? Guaranteed hit!"

"Honestly, I preferred it when you and your troll army were just roasting me in the comments."

My name is Leng Xiaolu, and I'm eighteen years old.

On the surface, I'm just a refugee from Black Iron City, a scavenger in the Old District, a reserve cadre for a mysterious organization, an enforcer in the New District, and a student at the Apollo Academy. Sometimes, for fun, I impersonate the infamous Old District assassin, "Jack the Ripper."

But my true identity is far more complex. I am a remnant of the old world, an apostle from hell, a professional destroyer of divine "miracles," and a greedy ghost with a strong moral compass... who isn't afraid to open fire at a moment's notice. And yes, I sometimes impersonate that assassin I already took care of myself.

The year is 2048. "Miracles" have descended upon the world, wiping out most of humanity. The survivors, in a twisted turn of fate, now worship these destroyers as gods. Those "blessed" by the gods become Chosen Ones with superhuman senses, and the most favored among them become Awakeners, granted special divine protection.

I, Leng Xiaolu, was once deemed unworthy of life by these very gods. Now, I have returned from the depths of hell with a single purpose: to hunt them down and make them pay for their crimes in blood. My vendetta against the gods has just begun.