Transmigrated into a pot-dwelling immortal, only to emerge a hundred thousand years later. Having finally acquired a divine incarnation, allowing for some breathing room, yet still a lowly god in the Divine Court, spending his days granting wishes and alleviating poverty. "Outside the Pot Heaven, you call me a Pot Heaven Immortal, claiming I'm a remnant soul bound to a pot to attain enlightenment—I won't argue with you." "Once you enter my Pot Heaven, shouldn't you address me as the Supreme Emperor of the Pot Heaven Jade Palace?" Within this tiny universe, a carefree Pot Heaven Immortal. Lin Qingxuan cultivates spiritual roots, holds Dharma assemblies, builds markets, and countless beings enter my pot. Once all the cultivators from the outside world have entered my Pot Heaven, who will be the Heavenly Emperor—you or me?

A lucky yet unlucky guy traveled through time. Fortunately, he became the god that countless people longed for but could not obtain, and also gained eternal life. He named himself [Bit], the god of information and data.

Unfortunately, the place he traveled through was the Warp of Warhammer 40K, where a powerful being could come along and kick him to death as a curb at any moment.

In order to survive, he had to summon players from his hometown and incite war to produce information.

Countless years later, he looked at the [Player Cursed Legion] that started from one planet and gradually grew stronger, and suddenly an idea occurred to him: maybe he could take the position of the patron saint of mankind?

Far away on Holy Terra, the Emperor was overjoyed upon hearing this and immediately stood up from the Golden Throne: "Brother, please take a seat!"

This is the tenth millennium of the Empire's march towards the stars, and the stars have witnessed the rise and fall of a generation of civilizations.

The flames of alien war spread to the border, the minions of evil gods hid in the world, psychics stirred up a storm in the starry sea, and bloodline and technology led the development of civilization.

Qin Tian traveled through time and space, only to find that he had become a cannon fodder clone on the interstellar battlefield and would be heading to the battlefield in a few days.

"Don't panic, how can a time traveler not have a golden finger."

Touch the orc corpse, pick up the talents -

[Advanced Strength] [Quick Recovery] [Cat's Agility]

Touch the Zerg corpse, pick up the talents -

[Flight] [Invisibility] [Will of the Insect King]

Touch the psychic corpse, pick up the talents

[Bloodline of Thunder Dragon] [Dominant Sword Body] [Superb Comprehension]

Relying on the talents he picked up, Qin Tian wrote his own heroic chapter in this turbulent era of the starry sea.

Behemoths of the galaxy devour planets, higher life forms tear the universe apart with a single wave of their hand, and the most powerful races claim everything they see as their territory. Su Yuan, having traveled through time, gazed upon the all-knowing, answering-every-question magic mirror before him, lost in thought. Omniscience equals omnipotence. ...Years later. "Throughout history, from ancient times to the present, who is the most powerful life form?" Su Yuan asked, looking into the magic mirror before him. "It's you, great master!"

[Rare illusion novels on the market + villains + nightmare invasion + original copy]

Sumu has the same dream every day.

And every time he wakes up from a dream, his mental power will increase by one percent, which is equivalent to getting stronger while sleeping.

The first year, hypnosis. He found that his mental power was strong enough to hypnotize others, so gang leaders, school beauties, beautiful presidents...all became his slaves.

The second year, five senses control. His mental power was strong enough to affect the five senses of others. With the control of the five senses, he became the first illusionist in the nightmare world.

The fifth year, fantasy materialization. He can use his mental power to create things in the void, and even create things that do not belong to the world. Some people began to believe in him and respect him as a god, but most people were hostile to him and thought he was a heretic.

The tenth year, fooling fate. In the face of nearly infinite mental power, fate is nothing more than an object to be fooled. He can manipulate the fate of all beings at will, confuse the boundaries between life and death, make the living die, and the dead resurrect. Everyone calls him a true god, and only a few heretics are still resisting.

In the fifteenth year, Sumu, the only true god in the world, felt a little bored, so... his spiritual power as vast as the universe surged out.

So far, the whole world has been immersed in illusion.

This is the tale of an earthling, who transmigrated as a dying third-rate god but somehow rose through the ranks, gaining followers and eventually causing the Fourth Great Apocalypse.

“Have you ever heard of the God of Games?”

“The God of Games..?” Eleena shook her head in puzzlement. “I have never heard of Him…”

“What if the God of Games could give you the power to defeat your enemies?” Xi Wei coaxed patiently.

Eleena remained silent for a while, before resolutely lifting her head and fixing her gaze on Xi Wei. “Then I am willing to become a believer of the God of Games!”

“Belief isn’t something to only be spoken by mouth. Close your eyes and envision His name in your mind, and feel His power with your heart,” he said solemnly.

“O Master of Games, grant us new life!”

Li Qingsong cloned another self based on himself.

Then he found that he could connect the clone's brain with his consciousness.

With each clone, he would have one more body and one more brain. His memory, learning ability, action ability, engineering ability, etc. would be doubled accordingly.

Facing the vast sea of ​​stars after the inexplicable disappearance of human civilization, Li Qingsong had no fear in his heart.

"Although I am the only one left in human civilization, there are countless 'me'..."

[Everyone travels through time + villain + online game style + game world + decisive killing + lone wolf + no female protagonist]

(This book is rather dark. The protagonist develops rapidly in the early stage and begins to conduct research in the middle stage.)

(The villains and the good guys all have high IQ and powerful weapons, and there is no traditional cool protagonist who quickly destroys the world.)

(The Magic Continent is just a small map at the beginning, and the Starry Sky in the later stages.)

When the blood-red sky covered the blue planet, 8 billion people were forced to step into the meat grinder of the Game of All Worlds!

While everyone was ecstatic about awakening their S-level talent, Xie Xun hid his SSS-level talent [Analytical Brain] deep in his heart—he chose the hidden profession [Wizard]. As long as he had enough knowledge, he could instantly dismantle the essence of everything.

There is no Madonna-style salvation here, only a throne built with wisdom and madness.

When the righteous players shouted and charged for justice, and the villain BOSS was hiding murderous plans, Xie Xun was standing at the top of the food chain and sneered: Brain of Analysis, start!

[Hint: Analysis successful, you have gained special abilities...]

In this latest work by Lord of the Mysteries author, Cuttlefish That Loves Diving, be prepared for a well-thought out and detailed apocalyptic, cyberpunk world with a setting superseding Lord of the Mysteries!

Our protagonist, Shang Jianyao, is crazy—literally crazy, at least that’s what the doctors said. Living in a huge, underground building of Pangu Biology, one of the few remaining factions in this apocalyptic wasteland known as the Ashlands, he acts in unfathomable ways that’s head-scratching, comical, and shrewd. So is he really crazy? Probably.

He has a grand dream: to save all of humanity.

Intricately tied to this dream is something everyone in the Ashlands believes in: Deep in a particular ruin buried away by danger and famine, a path leading to a new world awaits. To step into the new world, one only needs to find a special key and open that certain door.

There, the land is bountiful, as if milk and honey flows freely.

The sunlight is dazzling, as if all coldness and darkness are washed away.

The people will no longer have to face desolation, monsters, infections, mutations, and all kinds of dangers.

There, children are joyous, adults are happy, everything is fine as they are supposed to be.

Every Antiquarian, Ruin Hunter, and Historian roaming the Ashlands knows: That’s the New World.