No one knows the identity of the Saint before the Goddess does. Before being chosen as the Saint, she might have come from the Church, from the Southern Kingdom, the daughter of a Grand Duke, a princess of a certain nation, or perhaps simply the daughter of a fisherman.

This has been the case for every Saint throughout history.

The current Saint is still a blank slate, knowing nothing. To face the crises and challenges ahead, she needs to accumulate knowledge, be tempered by battle, and develop greater foresight and independence.

Thus, the Saint needs to be tempered, and those who accompany her during that long journey of training are—the "Saint Sisters."

But...

This generation of Saint Sisters seems even more powerful than the Demon King himself?

...

Some things we only appreciate after we've lost them. For example, the carefree days of childhood. For example, the love of parents who sheltered you from the storms of life before you became an adult. And for example… the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon. When the initial ache is gone, and you gaze at the bright, melancholic sun at a 45-degree angle, his… oh no, her breast pain has flowed like a river. In conclusion, this is the story of a hardcore otaku with maxed-out programming skills who transforms into a girl and embarks on a chaotic (and hilarious) adventure in another world. Speaking of which, transformation is one thing (are you sure?), but why is it [Sadaharuwang]?

(Just for fun, don't criticize if you don't agree) Li Chang'an is the most steadfast cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation. His lifelong pursuit is to achieve immortality through seclusion, never causing any trouble. However, he's struck by a multi-dimensional live broadcast system, forcing him to demonstrate his power to countless dimensions. Fearful of death, he's forced to replace his live broadcasts with the most basic cultivation knowledge. He explains "Basic Breathing Techniques," demonstrates "One Hundred Ways to Draw a Cleansing Talisman," shares "One Hundred Tips for Avoiding Danger"... He simply wants to appease the system, collect his rewards, and continue to hide. Little does he know that what he considers mundane basics are, to the powerful in other worlds, supreme secrets that lead directly to the Great Dao! The talismans he casually draws are revered as divine scrolls in the magical world; the breathing techniques he teaches sanctify the body of a wasteland youth; and the avoidance techniques he teaches are revered as the highest tactical guide by the interstellar fleet. Unknowingly, countless geniuses and powerful figures from countless dimensions have become his devoted followers, constantly breaking through by "imagining" his every word. When Li Changan was finally forced to leave the mountain gate, he discovered that... The mighty swordsman in front of him was actually the top player in his live broadcast room; the Lich King who commanded the undead army behind him was actually his class representative; even the old man selling candied haws on the roadside ascended to heaven by listening to his lectures! Li Changan: "I said all this was a misunderstanding, do you believe it?" This is a story about a "strongest master" who desperately wants to be low-key, but is always imagined to be invincible by his disciples.

(Both the male and female leads are over 18 years old and are not related by blood.)

[Single Female Lead][Lighthearted and Funny][Cohabitation][Slice of Life on Campus][Sweet Romance!]

Gu Jin wakes up to find himself transmigrated into the male lead of a youth drama? Rich and...

The house is occupied by busy parents, and there's also a younger sister who's a school beauty queen and cries to wake him up every day.

She thought she had finally gotten the script for a life of success, but was told that the original owner was once a tool that the goddess bossed around and a laughing stock in the class with the worst grades.

After transmigrating, Gu Jin smiled calmly and decisively flipped the table. Whoever wants to be a simp can have it! Tearing apart a scheming woman, berating a love rival, holding hands? Right now, all I want to do is study!

After he overcame his licking addiction and dominated the academic race, he discovered that the school beauty's younger sister was looking at him with increasingly strange eyes...

"Brother~ will you come to my room to help me with my homework again tonight?"

"???"

"Isn't something wrong with how this plot is developing?!"

Shi Dou transmigrated to the Pokémon world and inherited a Fighting Gym. He intended to summon powerful Fighting-type Pokémon to defeat the Elite Four and the Champion, but unexpectedly, the system linked to an unknown dimension… When the light from his first summon faded, it wasn't the rare Kushala Daora, but a small, emerald-green Scyther with sharp arm blades. Pokémon: Incaros - Light's Retribution Level: 100 Type: Light, Fighting Soul Imprint: All own moves gain +1 priority, immune to all stat debuffs, and attack damage calculation is based on a super-effective multiplier of at least 2. Base Stats: 750 Where are the Pokémon I was promised? This art style is completely off! …When Arceus, the creator god, prepared to destroy the Pokémon world, descending with the power of the Eighteen Stone Tablets, a golden figure streaked across the sky, blocking the aura of the world-destroying [Pumice Stone]. Arceus: "Hmm? An unknown Pokémon? Fearless ants, the stone slabs are all open, all is nothingness under the law! Hmm... wait? What the heck is this Light-attribute attack called [Heavenly River Holy Light Slash]? The stone slabs don't have any related attributes!!!" Is this... right?? Tokito: "I already said, this is my family's Scizor, it only kills legendary Pokémon, not nobodies!"

Long-range weapons are guaranteed to hit, like a lock-on cheat. Gatling gun in action, how about a precise barrage? A wall of sighs, anyone? Sword energy is fired, then curves back to hit again. One moment an S-shaped trajectory, the next a B-class trajectory. The enemy is speechless. Damn it, this is insulting! A humanoid self-propelled turret, a humanoid self-propelled nuke. Evil spirit: Dude, you're the really evil one.

Demon: "Adventurer, congratulations on obtaining the Divine Wish Box! Open it, and I will grant you all your wishes!" Li Cha: "Can you get the Elf Queen to wash my feet?" Demon: "Elves are inherently noble; that's difficult." Li Cha: "I can." "Can you get the Time Dragon to give me His treasure?" "I can't defeat Him." "I can." "Can you get all the believers of the Goddess Church to worship me?" "Goddess..." "I can." "..." "Mr. Demon, times have changed. Next time you try to deceive someone, don't ask what they want first. What is the essence of a transaction? An equal exchange." Li Cha: "Alright, I've taught you the most cutting-edge trading secrets. According to the rules, hand over your soul." The demon panicked: "Damn it, I died for you once, and you didn't..."

Hey, why do you slander my innocence and say that I am doomed to fail?

It's just a Longmen meeting, and a few candidates died? I became the only candidate, and they say I'm a jinx.

All those who have grudges against me are dead, how could it be related to me?

I don't know how they died.

I'm just a small constable.

Congratulations to the host master for his tragic death and his cultivation level increased to +10000!

[Pokémon + Pokémon + Daily training + Battle + Transmigration + No System + No Romance + No Ambiguous Relationships + Step-by-Step Growth + Slow Burn + No Qualifications]

Damn car, me who transmigrated, and those money-wasting things. After transmigrating, I tried everything, but to my dismay, I found there was no magic, no system, no cheat code, no personal grandpa (scratch that), no personal Pokémon, not even a beginner's gift pack. My only advantage is—photographic memory.

Huh? That's it?

But the problem is, where do I get the knowledge to never forget it?

Now that I'm in the Pokémon world, my goal is to become the ultimate trainer! However, my photographic memory and past life recollections give me an advantage in breeding and research. Could I then use breeding and research to counter-train my Pokémon? Clever me!

So, Dog Bro, can you please let go of my butt? I've sacrificed so much for this family.

Chicken Bro, stop being so sarcastic. You're a fragile warrior, not a tank.

Yu Aotian, I've told you so many times, I'm really not your guide. What cultivation techniques, imperial scriptures, I really don't have them!

...

This is a lighthearted and enjoyable story, not dark, about a trainer who rises from the bottom to become the strongest. There's no system, no romantic pairings, and the focus is on the companionship between the trainer and their Pokémon. The world is primarily based on the TV series, with occasional personal interpretations or special episodes. The scenery and encounters along the journey are the most captivating aspects.

[Single female lead + pure romance + daily bickering between lovers + lighthearted and humorous sweet story + no system and no rebirth]

Before the start of the last winter break in high school, Lin Shen had a three-day, three-night online argument with a netizen named "General Manager Wang of AAA Building Materials," and then casually revealed his school address.

To his surprise, a transfer student actually arrived the next day when school started.

Lin Shen panicked for a moment, but then he discovered that the person who came was a fair-skinned, pitiful-looking transfer student who was also a school beauty.

He was relieved. Where could a school beauty have the online name "General Manager Wang of AAA Building Materials"?

However, this transfer student, the school beauty, seems to pay special attention to him.

And it's not as aloof as it seems... in fact, it's a bit abstract.

Hey! Why can this girl always say such abstract things with such a cold face?!

"Qiao Jin!"

"Huh? Why do I call you goddess?"

I want to date you.

"Hmph, you're a decent person, so I'll reluctantly help you realize your dream of a loser pursuing love."

...

Much later, Lin Shen finally understood something: it turns out that the people who come to pursue you through the internet aren't just gangsters, but also possibly a mysteriously aloof "school beauty."