[Magical World, Group Pet, Lolita, Stickers, Battle without a Male Lead]

Yuan Xiaoling was reincarnated into the magical world, but became a congenital level zero magician.

Fortunately, she met Angela, a wealthy and inhumane lolita mentor, and also met Luo Xiaoli, a domineering dragon lolita princess. It was also discovered that she was actually the long-lost sister of the Demon King. Thus, Yuan Xiaoling's journey to become the group's favorite began.

"Hot Pot, use Fire Blast!"

"You're cheating! This isn't a magic competition!"

"Who said you can't bring spirit beasts to participate in the competition?"

Then, behind Yuan Xiaoling, ten "spiritual beasts" a whole realm higher than the other party stood out. Not strong enough? The spirit beasts will fill in!

(Because this is a reincarnation story, the early stages may be a bit slow. Also, the protagonist has his own strengths and does not rely entirely on others.)

[All][The content in the synopsis is in the third person but is written in the first person][OOC warning] [The romance develops extremely fast]

"Due to special circumstances, this work will be temporarily suspended. Continuous updates will resume on September 1st. Updates will be irregular from July 1st to September 1st."

My parents were high-ranking executives at a game company. They lost their lives in a car accident, leaving me a huge inheritance and a game they co-developed before the accident, "Love and Curse."

But why did I end up being bothered by so many people when I just wanted to see what kind of games my parents made?

Ryomen Sukuna, the strongest curse king from a thousand years ago

Rime, the world's most loyal servant

The strongest six-eyed god, Gojo Satoru, a thousand years later

Xia Youjie, who defected and became the leader of the Panxing Sect

Fuheishen, the sorcerer known as the Tyrant of Heaven.

Dog-Turtle Thorn, the Last Spellcaster in the World of Spellcasting

Tired of the conflicts in the world of sorcery, Nanamin

Expired Pure Love: Bone-Bone Jewish

Alongside the Six-Eyed, the Ten Shadows, Fushiguro Megumi

Hey everyone, I can add whatever you want to see! And wanting the author is totally fine too!

Various people cried and begged her to choose her favorite, but Chiyo Sakura retorted that only children make choices; as an adult, she wanted them all.

Please note that the timeline might be a bit disorganized, as I saw it a long time ago and seem to have forgotten most of it. However, I will look up information as I write. If there are any errors, please point them out, and I will try my best to correct them.

Please have a sweet and sour pork flavored mini cake~

[Cursed Episode + First-Person Perspective + Flower-Planting Rabbit + Friendship-Oriented, No Romance + Heaven and Curse + Mainly Slice of Life]

[The main character is male! A purebred male!!!]

My name is Jiang Yunqi. I am an ordinary flower-planting sorcerer who was forced to go to Japan as an exchange student after a mistake.

On my first day in Japan, I thought I should settle down properly, but one of my travel companions insisted on getting into a fight with me.

I decided to fight, but I think I went too far and accidentally made him cough up blood.

I scratched my face guiltily, noticing that his white hair had been dyed bright red.

Oh no, this kid didn't sign a liability waiver!

*

Having been in Japan for who knows how many days, I sighed silently while holding the mountain of reports, but something still felt off.

Wait a minute, has the Japanese sorcery community violated the "International Sorcery Uniform Agreement Act"?

Never mind, let's preserve the evidence first.

*

Two years and five months after arriving in Japan, I finally succumbed to the torment of rotten oranges, vomited blood, and collapsed to the ground.

Are you trying to make fun of me because I'm Japanese?

Upon waking up, I showed no mercy and, armed with the evidence I had gathered over the past two years, sued the Curse Supervision Association in the International Court of Justice for Curses.

The evidence was true, and the rotten oranges soon received news of a forced rectification.

With the starter trio becoming the starter family, the "iron rice bowl" (guaranteed job) for oranges (a type of Japanese anime/manga) has been lost.

The students at the college were all shocked.

Wait, their good days have just begun?

*

An interview many years later.

Reporter on the scene: "Mr. Jiang Yunqi, how did you manage to suppress the rotten oranges in one fell swoop?"

Faced with this question, I swallowed the sweet and sour pork in my mouth and fell into deep thought.

"Perhaps...because I understand the law?"

——

Mine clearance at the end of Chapter 1

My name is Song Yunxiang, and I'm the last surviving Star Soul Master. In that great war, I was defeated, and all of humanity was wiped out. When I woke up again, I was transported back sixty years, before anything had happened! I still have a chance to save them! My soul was flawed, destined to be a useless person. Now, there's still a chance to start over! I will definitely save you!

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.

“We humans have been trying to follow in the footsteps of the gods since ancient times, and for this... we have spent nearly 10,000 years.”

"Until that day..."

"We finally found the opportunity to communicate with the gods, pushed open that heavy door, walked the thorny path, and stood in the homeland of the gods..."

But then I discovered that what I saw...

"It's full of skeletons..."

In 2077, mysterious messages from a higher-dimensional universe unlocked the power of the Celestial Warrior, and the evolution of humanity reshaped society. Cultivating this power, becoming a master, and entering the higher-dimensional universe is humanity's quest. Lin Xiufei, after enduring the devastating changes in his life and witnessing the privileges afforded to Celestial Warriors, resolved to persevere in his pursuit of ultimate martial arts.

In the late autumn of 1900, the British writer Oscar Wilde passed away at the Hôtel d'Alsace in Paris. His close friend, Robert, handed the manuscript of his novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, to a mysterious gentleman. Over a century later, a Chevrolet Impala galloped across the ancient lands of North America. A young man from London gazed up at the stars and began a long, endless hunt. Vampires, werewolves, alchemists, wizards—countless aliens and fallen creatures knelt before the black figure. Another late night, silver swords clashed with fangs, sparks flying. "Hello, my name is Dorian L. Gray, a hunter in the employ of the Conspirators." The young man smiled gleefully, decapitating the ugly head—and pulling out the arm that had pierced his heart. "As you can see, the only thing I have in common with my ancestors is this—we,...

[The group's darling + princess + heartthrob]

My name is Zenin Tomoe, and I am Shinji's younger sister.

My brother is gentle and handsome, and he always dotes on me.

Gojo Satoru and Natsume are also my good friends.

That day I returned home as usual, only to find that my brother had left without saying goodbye. When I saw him again, he had become an assassin.