Ruthless, fast, and powerful!

A row of girls lined the roadside, available for drivers to choose from. In the desolate radiation zone, they were only hoping to get a share of the drivers' food...

Mutant monsters, treacherous hearts, evil organizations—all are equal under the threat of guns.

It's not that we don't want to reason, it's just that force is more cost-effective.

An ever-upgrading transport vehicle,

A group of partners who depend on each other for life and death.

A ray of light in the apocalypse!

Completed!

(Refreshing story + apocalyptic disaster + stockpiling supplies + space + rebirth + cute baby + nurturing male lead + sweet romance)

Ye Shuang was an assassin agent on Planet E. She never expected that she would not die from the enemy's gun, but would suddenly die while reading a novel.

When she woke up again, she found herself transmigrated into that post-apocalyptic novel, becoming a minor cannon fodder character, and even one with a child to support.

With only one month left until the apocalypse, extreme heat, tsunamis, extreme cold, eternal night, insect infestations, and acid rain are all deadly. Is following the plot just waiting to die?

No, no, no, isn't it better to stockpile more supplies and just survive with the little one?

No money to stockpile supplies?

They hacked directly into the drug dealers' dark web and made a billion dollars for free.

not enough?

Borrow some high-interest loans from tiny foreign countries that you don't have to repay.

...

Stockpile food, clothing, all kinds of firearms, excavators, helicopters—everything!

When the apocalypse came, while everyone else struggled to survive, she enjoyed a delicious hot pot and sweet soda with her little one.

"Mom, why are you so good to me?" The little boy hugged Ye Shuang's leg.

"Because I'm your mother!" Ye Shuang held a gun in one hand and the baby in the other, beginning her long and arduous journey of "survival" in the apocalypse.

Just as Ye Shuang was having a good time with the little cub, the little cub's father suddenly appeared.

They came out all high and mighty, saying they wanted to take the child back to their own planet.

As a result, he discovered that not only could he not go back, but he also ended up as Ye Shuang's...

Note: The author rejects the yuri (girls' love) theme of Blue Archives (which is quite strange), so this article is not yuri.

This is a post-apocalyptic story, not about Kiwatos.

Also, this information was modified on January 30th. Have you participated in the All-Out War yet?

As the world entered the post-apocalyptic zone, Prana's Zero Cha chose to build an ordinary shelter and hide there in the early days of the apocalypse, where 10 years passed.

By chance, her refuge was discovered.

Perhaps... this was all preordained fate.

Unwittingly arriving at this familiar courtyard house, Song Yuan, possessing memories of his future life, believes that respecting the fate of others is a fundamental virtue. You're taking advantage of your age? I'll speak of national righteousness! You're trying to morally blackmail me? I'll say the law is impartial! In this vibrant era, Song Yuan doesn't want to deal with these petty squabbles; he only wants to shine! Single female lead + intelligent protagonist + no vulgarity + no talismans. There's a cheat code, but it's not very useful. The main story is about a modern person using legal thinking to live in a courtyard house.

(Book club: 455502963) (Fanfiction with major modifications! This is a novel that even those who have never played Arknights can enjoy!) After being transmigrated and thrown into the wilderness, on the verge of starvation, what would a mobile game player's first reaction be when they see a beautiful girl with long, purple, waist-length hair in a single ponytail, wearing a black and yellow outfit and carrying a gun? "wa2000! Help me! I want to join Griffin! Let me see the boss!!" "What's Griffin? I'm Exusiai!" [Pitfall]

Location: San Francisco Time: 1924… He could load a Winchester lever-action rifle with one hand. He was an expert in American Iaijutsu. His Mozambique shooting was simply divine. He could deflect oncoming bullets with a Qi-style scalpel. He instilled deep fear in thugs. …This was an era of extravagance, an era of jazz, an era of Prohibition, an era of suit-wearing thugs, an era of ambitious men, an era of Li Yu. …“Young men, remember this! Never mess with a Chinese man wearing a long black overcoat and a black suit, with an M1911 pistol on his left leg and under his right arm, a Winchester lever-action rifle in his left hand, and a Qi-style scalpel in his right! He is ‘Like a Dragon’!” “Why is he called ‘Like a Dragon’?” “Because he can single-handedly destroy a Mafia family! He’s simply…”

As the king of an arms empire, Tang Mo unexpectedly perished and transmigrated to a completely different world, where he unexpectedly obtained an Arms King System.

In this backward world, Tang Mo relies on the abilities granted to him by the system to drive the development of the entire world.

After all, the desire for conquest is the driving force behind the progress of civilization, and life has been constantly evolving between attack and defense for millions of years...

So, selling assault rifles to these archers and training knights to be tank crewmen... there's nothing wrong with that, right?

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.

[Single female lead, game fanfiction, light comedy]

He woke up to find himself carrying only a blood-stained coat, sitting on a train bound for an unfamiliar city. Across from him, a girl was talking about inexplicable things. Fargo was completely bewildered. Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going? What should I do? Why are all the students here carrying guns?

Should an adult burdened by a heavy past become a teacher revered by his students, or return to his old profession and do what he's good at? The adult will definitely choose: I want it all! A rare opportunity to showcase his talents—whether he becomes an unknown or a world-famous figure—falls entirely on his mind, and Fargo's choice is crucial. —Kivotos, the Godfather, in a grand serial!

This book is also known as *Once upon a time in Kivotos*, *Lock, Stock and Two Machine Gun Barrels*, and *Kivotos's Promises*.

(This work is a derivative work based on the world and storyline of the game Azure Archives. Unavoidable elements include, but are not limited to, movie references, musical references, secondary settings, out-of-character (OOC) elements, and occult concepts. In case of any conflict with official settings, the official settings shall prevail. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental.)

(This is a collaborative work, not a single person's work, and no AI was used.)

(Contains elements of military, physics, red beans, and stars, etc., watch with caution)

(This book is also known as: Even the Azure Archives have the privilege of playing the entire S3 season, The Iron Will of the Prison Dream, and The Redemption of the Lost God)

Childhood dreams are precious.

Childhood dreams are fragile.

When the "dream" dies, the shattered "reality" will also return.

"Fate" deviates from its predetermined trajectory, and the "canvas" is stained with gray and white.

What would your "choice" be?

......

"Here's a choice: 5.45, 5.56, 7.62, 12.7, .20 Remington, .50 CMP, white phosphorus shot, slug rounds, or dragon's breath rounds?"

Meng grabbed a handful of gleaming yellow ammunition and scattered it on the ground, staring with emotionless gray-green eyes at the Caesar minions crawling on the ground, trembling.

"7...7.62"

Meng pressed the button on her left hand.

"Okay, 776.2mm caliber intercontinental ballistic missile, tactical special nuclear warhead, rapid fire 30 rounds."

"???"

As Caesar watched the long trail of flame stretch across the sky above Kivotos, his CPU crashed.

Only then did he understand the true meaning of the shattered halo above Meng's head.

"Devil! You are the real devil!!"

"hehe..."

Meng slowly turned and left.

"Am I... not someone you created yourself...?"