Several years ago, an accident left Mo Bai paralyzed on one side of his body, and he passed away in agony.

After his life ended, Mo Bai was given the chance to be resurrected in the infinite world.

By continuously clearing levels, you can not only survive but also heal your legs and stand up again.

[Playing House]

System: "Ding, hello player, players in this world are divided into spectator group and combat group."

System: "You are a spectator player and have been awarded the title 'Flawed Porcelain Doll.' You can display your charm to make the monsters automatically move away from you..."

In an effort to regain his health, Mo Bai excitedly swung his metal baseball bat and smashed the monster's head.

Mo Bai: "System, what did you say?"

System: "I didn't say anything. Congratulations to the player for leveling up and obtaining the title 'The Broken Iron Doll'."

The Earl's Villa

System: "System friendly reminder: 'The broken iron doll' - you can demonstrate its aesthetic value, and the Earl will let you play with it..."

Mo Bai killed the perverted count with an ice hammer.

Mo Bai: "System, what did you say?"

System: "I didn't say anything."

After passing several levels, Mo Bai asked the system in confusion, "System, why is my dungeon more difficult than others'?"

System: "Because you never follow the walkthrough! Look at how high your title has gone! Fight on, 'Solid Diamond'! Are you still a spectator?"

Mo Bai: "Oh, I don't like your strategy guide. I refuse to view it!" Theme: A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

Reborn back to the eve of the arrival of the spiritual tide, Qian Cai obtained a mysterious key that could add points to his character.

He can extract destiny points from the chosen ones and convert them into attribute points and skill points.

While the protagonists of the era, hailed as the 'golden generation,' led the trends, Qian Cai, with his foresight, quietly moved among various forces.

Partnering with a tycoon's daughter to acquire top-tier resources; snatching ancient treasures from a criminal organization; forming a company to excavate global relics; secretly investing in future rising stars...

On the night of the turn of the era, when Qian Cai's mask shattered as he stood atop the steps to godhood, the outside world was shocked to realize that this once insignificant figure had reached the pinnacle!

...

Thousands of years after the Spirit Tide, Qian Cai strolled through the streets, where the legendary game character, residing on a giant neon screen, was none other than himself, the one who reigned supreme...

Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...

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...

Now you are watching——

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At the beginning, Chen Nian just wanted to be an ordinary cat appraisal anchor and make a little money.

But after a round-eared cat appeared in the live broadcast room...

Everything has changed!

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When I woke up, the world had changed.

The legend of Articuno circulates in the Himalayas; Kyogre is swimming in the deep Pacific Ocean; and the cause of the eruption of Mount Vesuvius was actually Groudon turning over in his sleep.

Zhao Chen looked at the gossip on the Internet and fell into deep thought.

This world seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

Nie Weiyang, male, half-vampire, never-hidden number one on the battle power rankings, former assassin now Paladin, defender of Zhongzhou, player, world boss... To be honest, I don't have much personal work, mainly responsible for rescuing people, killing people, leaping and slashing evil gods, and saving the world. "...They say you have a moral level beyond the current era, and will even save obedient enemies from danger. Is that true?" "It's just a win-win situation." "So how do those dangers come about?" "It's just a matter of time." "Then... what if the enemy refuses to repent?" "Refuse to repent?" Nie Weiyang smiled kindly, his sharp fangs flashing with a cold light. "—Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

[Exclusively signed novel on Faloo Novel Network: Survival: The Evolution of an Evil God Starting from a Spider] In a global survival game, everyone becomes a creature from another world. Some become orcs, some become animals, and some become plants. And Liu Zimo, surprisingly, becomes a spider... a spider with extremely low initial abilities. But it doesn't matter. With the arrival of the exclusive system, you'll be enhanced to god-level status from the start. While others are still terrified and desperate, Liu Zimo has already begun his Evil God evolution path. What? You [Fei Yu]

Transmigrating to another world, you're trapped in an attic and become a madman. Your only golden finger is just for sarcastic remarks. [Bad news: Your uncle is planning to make you disappear from the family tree with dignity.] [Good news: The beautiful widowed countess attending the banquet needs a new puppet husband to protect her territory.] So, Dashian becomes the contracted husband of this "internal and external troubled countess." [Bad news: From your cheap uncle to the surrounding hungry wolves, from the mole in the castle to the inquisitor of the church, everyone is lining up to make you and your new wife disappear.] [Good news: It seems that your shadow... can eat all their magic and holy light as a snack?] So, in order to be a good husband to this countess, the ordinary Dashian decides to start with the first thing: fill his stomach and become...

When the unpredictable Old Ones awakened, bringing their black mist and crimson moon, the world plunged into an eternal night of decadence. Less than 10% of humanity remained, huddled in the steam-belching Brass City. They exploited the Destiny Dimension to enter horrific dungeons and acquire extraordinary powers, yet they lingered on, on the brink of extinction. Then, the writer stepped forward. "Only the Old Ones can defeat the Old Ones!" Li En, a pink, oval-shaped cell cluster, consulted his diary, his two tiny tentacles alternating in front as he pondered deeply. "So, this is why I was summoned here?"