Also known as "We Can Be Adventurers Without All the Hassle" & "Is Turning the Adventurer's Guild into an Online Game Company a Wrong Thing?" In the opulent throne room of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Ainz Ooal Gown sits high atop his throne, overlooking the crowd of cat-like players below. Cat Ferry: Look, meow! This is the protector of the Great Tomb of Tsuwu, the ruler of the fortress city of E-Rantel, the Supreme Being of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the mayor of your Novice Village! The invincible Ainz Ooal Gown, the great Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown! Why don't you all bow down and pay your respects, meow?

"Huh?! Really?! Shouldn't I be a genius?" "Why did my divination fail?" Yagyu Yume, hailed as a genius diviner, issued a death prophecy to her classmate Inoue Sawa based on her intuition: "You will be seriously injured and hospitalized tonight, and you will likely die soon. Before that, say goodbye to your loved ones." But to everyone's surprise, Inoue Sawa not only survived unscathed but also miraculously escaped various life-threatening situations. He, who should have been reborn into another world to become a hero who saves a certain Western fantasy world, was reborn by mistake and ended up in a parallel world as Ritsumoto. To help Inoue Sawa successfully fulfill his mission, the Grim Reaper keeps bringing him back to life. Fortunately, he relies on his special abilities to make friends and encounters beautiful girls time and time again, repeatedly saving lives with their help...

What's it like to have an absurdly powerful younger sister? Transmigrating to Earth, where martial arts flourish, Shen Yan starts with no innate talent, a crippled body, both parents dead, and a debt of 700,000. On the rooftop, Shen Yan looks at his parents from both his past and present lives, now all dead, and then at his pitiful little sister clinging to his clothes… Fine, he won't jump. "Shen Qingqiu, this is the seventh piece of clothing you've torn! Let go! If you don't let go, I'm really going to fall!!"

In other people's Beast Taming, the pets go up to fight, while the Beast Tamer directs from the rear.

Little Ningbao, taming beasts, hehehe, grabbed his little bamboo sword and charged forward.

What if your pet doesn't have an offensive type? Of course, the Beastmaster has to be the main damage dealer! |?'-'?)?)

Even if a cultivator from the immortal cultivation world transmigrates to the world of beast taming, he still has to be a top-notch fighter.

(Baby-raising style, beast-taming style, no romance)

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[Female lead gives up, everyone else gets involved + ensemble cast + no romantic pairing]

Mu Shiyue was involved in two lifetimes, and finally got struck by lightning while undergoing his tribulation.

He was reborn as the master of a small sect, the Myriad Profound Sect.

Although the sect was very poor, the six disciples were good-looking, had pleasant voices, and were good at their work, which she liked very much!

He instructed his disciples to cultivate diligently: one to refine medicine, one to forge weapons, and one to draw talismans...

She simply lazed around, growing vegetables, raising flowers, and petting her little spirit beast—life was so comfortable and leisurely!

Many years later

Looking at the eldest brother who shouts "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens" while slicing meat and grilling skewers with his natal spirit sword; the third sister who hammers iron with one hand and crushes scum with the other; the fourth brother who throws out a bursting talisman with a compassionate face; the fifth brother who is simple-minded and easy to bully, yet makes his enemies spontaneously combust; and the youngest sister who is spoiled, willful, and inhumanly rich.

Then look at the master eating and drinking, surrounded by spirit beasts.

The second disciple, who had been reborn and wanted to save his sect, was dumbfounded, clutching poison in his hand.

Weren't they all dead in their past lives? How did they end up as the top sect?

In the bustling tavern, a bard sang the legend of a dragon-slaying hero by the fire, while several adventurers gathered together to play monster cards. Mali finished the remaining capsule coffee in his thermos and said to the half-elf girl beside him, "Let's go, it's time to go," the kind waitress warned. "But there's a group of vicious snake-men bandits lurking on the road ahead. Why don't you wait a little longer? The Baron is already recruiting mercenaries." "No problem, we'll drive."

Sylvie was miserable. And it wasn't just because of her name, which sounded like that of a slave girl. The fantasy RPG "The Strongest Witch of Another World ~The Shining Light to Save the World~!" sounded like a terrible game, and Sylvie's only redeeming quality was her status as the strongest witch. Logically, she should have been on a romantic journey, spending her days with girls and ultimately saving the world. But then she was told the world was going to be destroyed in a thousand years—what the hell? Then she was told she was late in her transmigration, so the world would be destroyed in a few months—what the hell? Then she was told she was the strongest witch, but her witch powers could only be learned by herself—what the hell? This pathetic witch, reduced to a couch potato, could only laze around all day, hanging out with pretty girls, waiting for the meteorite to strike in a few months...