[Story Stream + Double Strong] Tang Yu, who lost her memory, was thrown into a survival game. All the players were human, but she was the only zombie. Tang Yu: Who am I, where am I, and what should I do? Live broadcaster Xiao Zhao happily posted a slogan: "She is so heartless! One hundred million players can kill her, can this real zombie survive a day?" The live broadcast received more hits, but Tang Yu was...

As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet – Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away…

Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace…

Father Wang: If you’re careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money.

Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.

Yan Qing is a god-tier mission-taker in the world of transmigrated novels.

She can tear apart scumbags and effortlessly dominate face-slapping plots, or act cute and obedient in white moonlight storylines.

There’s nothing she can’t fake—only things you haven’t thought of.

Her final task before retirement is to enter an infinite horror game script and play the role of a weak, useless, and dramatic flower vase cannon fodder character who can’t lift a finger.

Yan Qing scans the character profile and nods in satisfaction.

Perfect—an empty beauty with no substance? Just her style.

So, she becomes the No. 1 fangirl trailing behind the villainous lord, shouting cheers and waving flags—fragile and weak.

When the young lord Shi Yan gives her an indifferent, scrutinizing look, Yan Qing innocently returns the gaze:

“Thanks for asking, I’m just a total useless vase.”

The entire team thinks Yan Qing is just a pretty little trash with only maxed-out luck—until one day they enter a dungeon with SSS-level difficulty.

Everyone gets completely suppressed, unable to move…

Except the “vase” of the team, who walks out of a room yawning—then casually dismantles the entire instance with a few smooth moves.

Everyone:

“You’re calling that a useless vase?!”

Shi Yan has a secret.

He knew from the moment he first met Yan Qing…

That she was lying to him.

Mu Anqi once encountered a fortune teller who told her that great fortune would come her way at the age of twenty. She didn’t believe a word of it.

Then, at twenty, she won the lottery—three hundred million.

Just as she was thinking, So this is what he meant by “great fortune,” huh?, she got hit by a car on her way to claim the prize.

When she woke up, she found herself in a strange place: the God’s space. She had entered a survival game world.

The rise and fall of life—this must be it.

Just as Mu Anqi was questioning the meaning of her existence, she discovered her activated ability was… surprisingly fun.

While other players were being chased by terrifying ghosts, the ghost in front of Mu Anqi was fuming in frustration—doing sit-ups?

When Mu Anqi was unluckily picked by the boss, she swiftly stuffed a red envelope into the boss’s arms. With a complicated expression, the boss was forced to escort her to the VIP viewing area… and redraw the “lucky” player.

When other players were sharpening their knives, ready to bully this “weak” girl, Mu Anqi threw a storm of red envelopes at their faces with lightning speed—“Heh, Players!”

I’m going to kill you, there are enough red envelopes!

Why did I wake up and find myself turning into a soft girl with poor breasts, black and long straight? Forget it, why do you always look at me like a scum sister, but secretly a heavy girl-controlling lily girl? Good girl, black cat, don't lick your ears like this. It's so itchy. Foodie girl, eat slowly. I still have the money to buy food. Black girl, don't hack me. I'm about to cry. Teacher, can you be normal? I hate perverts the most. Arrogant girls, don't wear square safety pants. It's too unladylike. Arms girls, don't blow up the ground! What? Do you want me to be cute? Damn, how is it possible! I'm a big old man! ———————————————————————— PS: This book transforms + Lily Xiang, NC sprayer self-restreedness, don't force me to be angry, book review ban advertising, find all banned PS2: This is not a fan. If you think you are the guardian of the anime, please take a detour.

Do you believe in parallel universes?

I admire those warriors who still fight against despair in parallel worlds.

Because maybe their identities, memories and even experiences are different.

Haha Rabbit, when I control the light curtain of this city,

I will definitely spread it to the end of the world.

In this way, I can protect our shrinking world bubble.

"Don't put all your hopes in the 'savior', let me carry the burden!" "Believe me, there is nothing to fear from Voldemort, he was never our true enemy!" Ethan Vincent, winner of the 2008 World War II Award

[Strange arrival + national destiny + turning into a woman + reasoning and decryption + slight horror + funny]

Amemiya accidentally gained the ability to turn people into human skin. He aimed at the toes painted with red nail polish and both feet were penetrated. Now Amemiya's feet are wrapped in human skin.

Slowly, he felt his legs gradually merge into the woman's legs, and he no longer felt like he was wearing anything.

She moved her toes, and the baby-like pink toes also moved with them. It was obvious that the original owner must have taken good care of this pair of beautiful legs every day.

“It actually turned into this woman’s legs!”

This change made Amemiya feel somewhat magical, and he couldn't wait to put it on completely and look forward to what it would look like next.

His body continued to change, and finally, he used his slender hands to grab the human skin head hanging around his neck, aligned it with her facial features, and put it on his own head.

The facial features were tightly pressed together, and the gap behind began to disappear. At this moment, there was only one woman left in the toilet.