Thick fog hangs over the airport, international flights are delayed, and an ace agent from the Space Survey Agency navigates a polar vortex. Enduring severe turbulence, his passport expires, and his luggage is lost, he finds his own body on the baggage carousel, clutching the pendant of his ex-girlfriend, whom he had just met thousands of miles away in New York City. On the tarmac, at the airport control tower, in the cockpit, in the first-class cabin, even on communications satellites... Mysteries unfold in every corner of the sky and on the ground. Who is behind this? Under the vast sky, when will the mystery lift?
"Don't let the bronze dragons who pursue absolute order become rulers. Their aversion to chaos will make them become tyrants a thousand times more terrifying than the evil dragons. In order to maintain the order they believe in, they don't even mind massacring a city or even exterminating an individual. racial ways to maintain their dominance.”
——Sage, Friedrich Quinn
Anyone who dares to disobey my order will be destroyed!
——The overlord who rules the seven seas, the co-lord of the races in the deep sea, the shadow of the Scourge soaring over the coastal nations, the immortal tyrant, Tyrell Aurelion Nazdormu
Dad, I want to go find Yan Zi. I must go!"
"Son? You are so fat! What can you do outside? You probably won't even have enough to eat!
Be good and raise cattle with dad. If you are gone, what will happen if our cattle fight again?"
"No matter! I just want to go to the United States. If I don't go? Yan Zi may not come back from the United States!"
...
A fat boy who was born and raised in the countryside...
In order to find his "childhood sweetheart" Yan Zi.
So he went to the United States alone.
From that day on, secret realms came to the world.
Strange creatures were crying for food, and strange rules were waiting for their favor.
Those people were lured by supernatural powers and treasures, and joined the game because of wealth and power.
But soon, they would go crazy because of the role-playing and be swallowed by the barbarity.
But he was different. He could always enjoy the excitement of fear and taste the joy of despair.
In the knife-like turning point of fate, "Great, wonderful!" He exclaimed.
Then he turned around, smiled and looked forward to it more--
Heading to hell.
[Modern mystery, rule copy, warm healing, Sbarasi. 】
[Excellent Conan fic, quality guaranteed, please feel free to watch]
Rebirth and time travel, Koji Shimizu can no longer remember how many worlds he has traveled through.
But in each world, his life never lasts more than a week.
Until he came to the strange world of Ke Xue, he successfully lived for "three years", and traces of the past world suddenly gradually reappeared on him.
He once had magatama eyes stained by blood, and he was the nameless soul of the dead on that night of genocide;
He was mentored by a wandering swordsman, but he could not escape the ruthless devouring of the Shurima desert;
He also obtained a charm with the shape of a sheep, although that also left him shaken...
...
[Love] [Easy] [Daily] [Slow pace] [No depression]
Where is my sect? Where did you take my sect?
Alien, I'm not done with you!
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I, Chu Yao, have been cultivating Taoism for three hundred years, and finally managed to become a Nascent Soul Elder. I had not enjoyed a few days of peace when I was suddenly captured by an extraterrestrial spaceship!
The cave is gone, and so is the cultivation base. Other people who are cultivating immortals use their swords to fly in the sky to level the world, but for me, it has become like driving screws for aliens. Isn’t this style of painting not right?
That's all, the whole family is in order anyway, they just moved to another place to work.
Gold will always shine, at worst it will come again in another three hundred years!
Immortals need to be cultivated, money needs to be made, and technology needs to be grasped.
The spaceship in the left hand and the pistol in the right hand, industrial traffic is booming!
The entire sect has flexible employment, with the head engaging in real estate, the Dharma protector engaging in business, and even the Supreme Elder delivering goods live online:
"Old fellows, today I will perform a transformation of a god to overcome a tribulation. If you like it, please give it a follow."
Let's see how she keeps a low profile, gathers strength, and plays with the stars.
The history of a country that has developed from a primitive and backward cold weapon era to a modern country with magnetic storm technology, heavy tanks, armored airships and other military weapons. An illegitimate child born from a slave family became a...
The Tao fire will never be extinguished, and the devil's seed will be passed down forever. Cultivation that goes against the will of heaven will lead to elixirs that follow the heavens. This is the story of a young man who was invaded by a demon and grew up practicing in a Taoist sect that regards demons as the enemy of life and death. He was labeled as someone who "needs to be vigilant" and his life path was destined to be different.
Fu Yue, a fallen god, a sinner ten thousand years ago.
Because she was targeted by a cold beauty, she bound the system and started to wear it…
After chasing countless planes, finally, the beauty turned black and became sick, his slender fingers pulled on his black tie, he curled the corners of his cherry red lips and approached her, “Why didn’t you run?”
“…”
Fu Yue glanced at the icy handcuffs on her wrists, and honestly didn’t act any more.
Song Zhijin worked herself dizzy and fainted from hunger. In a stroke of misfortune, she fell into a river—and was reborn more than ten years into the past.
The good news: she’s now strong, beautiful, and young—she has all the advantages of youth!
The bad news: her family is bankrupt, and the canary she ghosted and dumped in her previous life has come clinging back!
That face she used to love to death now corners her against the wall. One hand lifts her chin, eyes misty, voice pressing hard:
“Jiejie, why did you abandon me?”
Startled out of her wits, Song Zhijin reflexively slaps her.
But instead of getting angry, Jiang Lian lowers her gaze with a soft smile, pressing her cheek into Song Zhijin’s palm, voice full of tender sweetness:
“Jiejie, if you’re angry… it means you still care about me.”
—
As she cautiously mends their delicate, on-thin-ice relationship, Song Zhijin finally becomes Jiang Lian’s girlfriend.
But one morning, Jiang Lian suddenly wakes up—with the memories from ten years in the future restored.
Panicked, Song Zhijin turns to the internet for help:
Help! My ex-girlfriend lost her memory and we got back together… but now she suddenly remembers why I dumped her in the first place! What do I do? Asking online—urgent!
Replies (99+):
“OP… you’re on your own. Good luck!”