[Headline] Mr. Shu Shu, a cat, has officially taken over Pawnshop No. 8, becoming the first "tail-wagging" president in the exorcism industry! The staff includes: a blue cat who loves accounting, two pythons who always forget their passwords, three gray mice skilled at delivering messages, and a calico cat cleaner who always sweeps dust into heart shapes. Their services include: collecting nightmares (with a free cat purring service), repairing crazed gears (running out of magic, meow!), and taking the blame for the church (but the price is extra fish treats). Currently, the company is facing its biggest crisis: gears in a factory are collectively tap-dancing, keeping the mice awake; human customers keep trying to touch the boss's ears, seriously violating workplace etiquette; and the snake employees insist on a raise, even though they can't even remember the door lock. — "This station's reporter, Meow Boy, reports: The company currently has £105 in funds..."

"Senior brother, why has your cultivation progressed so quickly? Is there a secret?" "You should chat with your cultivation technique more often, increase your affinity with it, occasionally give it gifts, have special interactions with it on special holidays, and finally confess your feelings during a mysterious event in its inner world! After it agrees to be with you and shows you its special CG, you'll have mastered the technique." "?"

My name is Leo Wallace, a PhD student in history, and I'm $137,542.89 in debt. In the darkest moment of my life, I lost my job because I criticized a tech giant called "Omni" online, and they "optimized" my employment. I thought my life was going to be a classic Chinese comedy, until an intruder popped into my head. He said his name was Franklin Roosevelt—yes, the one on the 10-cent coin. "Kid, stop criticizing online, it's useless." "Want to mess with them? I'll teach you." "Our first step is to become mayor." And so, I, a keyboard warrior who couldn't even find a job, embarked on a magical path to running for president under his guidance. Wait, Mr. President, are you sure this Second Bill of Rights... isn't really going to...

He traveled through a game world set in a magical remake of World War I, becoming a hapless imprisoned man in London. Luckily, he knew the plot well and possessed a cheat code that allowed him to replicate other people's abilities. Since fate had already condemned him to a life sentence, he decided to set the mountain on fire. "Miss Witch, how can you govern a country with these insects?" "Madam, you don't want your general husband to discover you're a spy for the Six Nations, do you?" "Go ahead, Princess, what are you hesitating about? Failure is treason, success is revolution!" "You ask what's on board? Nothing, just a few thousand guns... Arms smuggling? Don't slander me! I'm clearly supporting a just cause!" ... and so on. By establishing a secret organization, operating an underground industry, weaving a spy network, and collecting hardcore...

Well-known Composer Fang Zhao was in the glorious stage of his career, when the Apocalypse arrived; After finally experiencing the bitter difficulties of a thousand dangers, when the Apocalypse was simmering down to an end, he collapsed; When he opened his eyes, he was reborn in a New World, 500 years after the end of the apocalypse, in the body of a student who had been dumped barely after graduation, who had been cheated of his hardwork barely after he started working…

The World of the Future, Virtual Idols PK Real Idols

“Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of.” —Fang Zhao

Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner’s dreams.

Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

Di Xiu transmigrated, becoming a gray rat in another world. Not only must he build a protective dungeon to safeguard himself and his race, but he must also constantly guard against invasions from other races. Humans, gods, demons, monsters, dragons, elves, ancient taboos... even outworld gods coveting the world! The former order crumbles, and the apocalypse topples the towers of civilization. In the face of life and death, Di Xiu comprehends the truth of magic. Magic is not chanting, but a rigorous set of underlying world protocols! Only with the correct logical framework can it be safely compiled and run. While other mages are still struggling to chant spells with their flesh and blood, Di Xiu is already debugging magic circuits in the dungeon, developing the third-generation gray rat exoskeleton armor, heavy armored mechs, and aerospace carriers... The magical industrial age has begun! The gray rats are building a jungle of steel and gears. Mechanical rats wield precision...

Years later, when Nabokov was lecturing on Russian literature in the United States, he proceeded in this way.

In the pitch-black room, he first turned on a corner lamp and declared, "Pushkin is the first shining light of Russian literature."

He then flicked on a central lamp and declared, "This is Gogol." He then turned

on another lamp and declared, "This is Chekhov."

Then, striding to the window, he forcefully ripped open the curtains, letting in the bright sunlight, and exclaimed, "This is Tolstoy!"

After calming down for a moment, a student raised their hand and asked, "Professor, what about the sky outside?"

"You know it without me telling you." Nabokov opened the window and gazed at the boundless sky:

"The source of the modern world! Both spiritually and physically!"

The immortal Mikhail Romanovich Raskolnikov! "

Simplified version: Back to the winter of 1843 in Russia, Mikhail gradually became a Russian literary giant and even the spiritual leader of the entire European continent.

This book is also known as: "The Years I Diagnosed Diseases in Russia", "You Don't Even Dare to Diagnose Diseases? Then You Are Not a Literary Giant!"

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This is an era of infinite possibilities, steam and steel, gears and clockwork. Steam power and differential engines symbolize the infinite future of human civilization. However, no one noticed that under the haze of steam and in the shadow of steel, the dark, mysterious mystery has never left. And a traveler from a foreign land will unveil the mysterious veil in this turbulent, free and dreamy world, and write his own history and legend

Tiandao Siming traveled to a different dimension TV series called "Stars".

He was bound to the "popularity system", and as long as he gained enough popularity, he could get everything he wanted.

Therefore, soon, a super popular villain with outstanding appearance, super strength and likable personality appeared.

[Star Eclipse Eye: can observe the "energy flow" of itself and the target 100%, so as to predict the opponent's next move 1 second in advance in battle]

[Vector control: can control the motion vector of the object touched (such as the impact direction of the attack, the flow path of energy)]

[Overclocking calculation: the brain enters the "overclocking state", and can simulate tens of thousands of deduction results at the same time to find a winning solution]

Super high popularity brings super strong strength, and super strong strength brings super high popularity.

A few years later, relying on his own "talent" and "hard work", Tiandao Siming, who "hardly" stood at the top of the stars, gave an MVP settlement speech that matched his personality.

"Rules? They are shackles for the weak. I, the God of Destiny, only follow the rules in my heart."

"Don't go out after dark. There have been a lot of fake people showing up in the city lately," my brother—the infamous Rainy Night Butcher—warned with a serious expression.

"Your brother's right," Mom—the Original Fake Person—nodded with concern.

"Bro, can you pick me up after school? I’m a little scared." My little sister blinked at him. But in truth, she was an A-Rank Hero from the Hero Association.

"Your brother’s just recovered from a serious illness. Let him rest at home, I’ll go get you." My older sister, the Captain of the Night Watch from the Special Operations Bureau, took on the task.

Qiao Qingshan, who knew all his family’s identities, said nothing—he just kept fiddling with his phone.

And so, my peaceful daily life began...

"Due to the recent outbreak of fake person incidents, we interrupt this program to bring you an emergency notice from the Special Operations Bureau."

1. Fake people often take over the bodies of those who’ve just recovered from serious illnesses by using a technique called 'soul possession.' If someone who has just recovered begins acting strangely, pay close attention.

2. There are no such things as 'transmigrators' in this world. Anyone claiming to be a 'transmigrator' can be immediately classified as a fake person.

3. Fake people who claim to be 'transmigrators' are considered extremely dangerous. Do not trust any information they provide, including but not limited to emotional expressions, identity claims, or cries for help.

Faced with the suspicious looks from his family, Qiao Qingshan could only sigh.

Alright then... so much for my peaceful daily life.