My name is Jiang Yue, a time traveler from the Age of Advanced Martial Arts. Like all story protagonists, I possess a golden finger—[Infinite Regeneration]. From flesh and blood to bones, organs and brain. From martial arts cultivation and understanding to breakthrough experience and innate strength. Even memory, spirit, supernatural powers, luck, lifespan, soul. Even laws, domains, status, and uniqueness. Everything is regenerated. Everything is for sale. Initially, I sold my organs and flesh on the dark web black market to obtain my first cultivation resources. Later, I traded with the federal nobles, offering "customized martial arts experience packages" and "perfect memory breakthroughs" in exchange for their monopolized knowledge, wealth, and status. After that, I offered endless sacrifices to the evil god, reaping the rewards. Finally, in the depths of my mind, I constructed the [Infinite Exchange], offering to the heavens and myriad realms...

(Decisiveness + Immortality + Arrogance)

He cannot be killed by a knife, drowned by water, or struck by lightning, which is just a tickle.

So he let go completely:

Listening to all kinds of romantic stories in the brothel, soaking in the red dust in the wine cup;

If I don’t like someone, I will kill him, no matter if he is a god, a demon or a fairy.

Since you won’t die anyway, why not live a carefree life until the end of time?

After the college entrance examination, Lin Xiao went online to find summer jobs in order to earn pocket money.

But when he accidentally clicked on an advertisement, he was dumbfounded. He found himself on an alien battlefield, becoming an interstellar mercenary.

Before me stretched an endless swarm of alien insects, along with space armor, spaceships, and robotic warriors.

Lin Xiao reluctantly joined the battle.

He soon discovered that although it was dangerous, the rewards were equally huge; by continuously completing missions, he could also earn a huge amount of money.

Two months later, on the interstellar battlefield.

Interstellar Commander: "Lin Xiao, in view of your numerous merits in the war,

The Legion has decided to promote you to Commander of the First Battle Group. Congratulations!

Lin Xiao: "I'm sorry, sir, I can't accept this."

The commander asked in confusion, "Why?"

"Because I have to go to school..."

【Transformation】【Change Single】【Western Fantasy】 (After thinking about it, I decided to go single)

Aaron, humanity's greatest hero, fought the demon king Evelyn with all his might in the final battle, but failed. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself bound by Evelyn in a mysterious ritual. When the ritual was completed and he awoke, he discovered that not only was he not dead, but he had been transformed into Evelyn's daughter.

[Non-cool story + Western fantasy + Anti-themed + slow pace + growing protagonist]

It was absolutely right to have a progression system at the beginning. Dago was desperate to improve. The first thing he did every morning when he woke up was look in the mirror and ask himself, "Have I made any progress today?" Especially as a wizard, if he improved a little bit every day, after ten thousand sunsets and sunrises, he would surely reach the top of the world.

As the Fourth Age, in which the Lord of Light reigns supreme over the world, descends, the dark creatures are hunted down like stray dogs by the Church of Light.

The earth, the sky, and the sea are no longer places where dark creatures can live.

Only underground do they have a glimmer of hope.

However, the Church of Light swept away the last heretical empire in the land illuminated by the light.

A blade called Light was aimed at the underground world.

Faced with the Holy See's will to purify the entire world, the bone dragon Myriel is very flustered.

[As a witch, you must be cunning and greedy. Even when treading on the edge of a blade, you must be beautiful and graceful.] So far, Fei Mo has only achieved beauty. Reincarnated into this backward magical world, even the highest-ranking individuals live in dreadfully simple necessities. Please! They only add salt to their broth! What is there for me to be greedy about? — Fei Mo fretted internally. Fortunately, she had a botanical atlas. Planting, building, cultivating talent, training soldiers... expanding territory. Add a touch of intrigue, love, and hate. ...A city-state named "Mo" has sprung up. People say it's a place even the gods desire to dwell. They say its lords are powerful and generous, and even facing the darkest abyss, she remains beautiful and calm. [Female protagonist, unmarried, not a leisurely life, a righteous plot of territorial battles, farming...]

I am a lord, the son of a duke, and the king's favorite nephew. What's wrong with raising some loli?

Did my loli eat your rice?

Sleeping in your bed?

Did he hit your child?

Or did you push your head into the pit?

What? I've done it before...

Hey, hey, they are just children, why are you competing with them?

In this way, adults should deal with adults' affairs. You come to me and we will go to the duel stage.

Don't worry, I'm weak and I don't know how to use magic. I definitely can't withstand your sword.

You don't have to worry about what will happen if I die in your hands.

My mother, the goddess of magic, will never fire a city-level spell at your front door, and my father, the duke, will never use a dragon's breath to annihilate your house. My uncle, the king, will never massacre your entire family. The people of my territory will never raze your castle to the ground.

What do you mean by "being a scoundrel"? When your child was rude to me, you kept saying that he was just a child and that I, an adult, could not argue with a child.

Do you know you are wrong? That's right, goodbye~

He left, didn't he?

Well, my dear sister, brother wants to eat fish...

Rune, a mediocre wizarding apprentice whose future hangs in the balance, suddenly finds himself transported to another world… “Transportation by horse? Duels by sword?” “So-called noble knights… are nothing more than a bunch of muscular, weak-willed brutes?” A sly smile crept across Rune’s lips. “In the wizarding world, you call me apprentice, and I won’t argue…” “But in this ignorant Middle Ages, what should you call me?”