A proficiency certificate that lasts forever! A system that allows me to traverse countless worlds! I lack nothing now! In Dr. Stone, the Sword God of Ten Mile Slope, the Wilderness Gourmet, I took my first extraordinary step to save a lost civilization. In One-Punch Man, he extended an invitation to unemployed office workers: "Want to become a savior hero?" In the Biohazard world, a man and a panda roam the apocalypse: "Dragon Warrior? Savior Hero!" In Ling Cage, Battle Through the Heavens, and Mortal's Journey... step by step, he has come a long way, and in countless worlds, everyone praises him as the supreme and holy savior. But only Lin Hao knows that all of this is due to his own hard work and sweat! System! Proficiency! Give me 1000% support!
[Gender swap + yuri + everyday life + female devil]
My name is Shang Qingxun.
If you ignore my appearance
Just like my name,
Pure and innocent, seeking the ordinary.
But why? I'm a guy, why would I have a cross-dressing system?!
In the dead of night, a blonde girl was slapping Shang Qingxun across the face repeatedly.
"Master, wake up!!!"
From that moment on, Shang Qingxun's life was no longer ordinary.
His/Her story begins...
"I don't want to become a girl!!!"
This is the distant world of Toril. The vast, ethereal winds of the universe drift down from the seven heavens, sweeping across the Prime Plane, where mortals dwell, before ultimately merging into the immutable Elemental Planes. And the River Styx, even more ancient than the ancient, flows through Baator and the Abyss in the lower planes, its source unknown, its destination unknown. West of Toril lies the continent of Faerun, where the gaze of the gods converges. In this land, heroes write epic tales of sword and magic, kings forge power with iron and blood. The dice of fate have been cast, and the gods await the answer. Our story takes place on the Sword Coast, nestled on the western shores of the Sea of Swords, south of Waterdeep. Our story begins with a stranger.
Popular version: This is a story about a DND enthusiast, Baldur's Gate, and Auto Chess fan, who travels through time with a plug-in he wrote.
Zeon Declares Independence
Zeon Deploys Colonial Satellites to Earth
Zeon Drops Poison Gas on Colonies
...
Joe Shirota never dreamed he would be transported to the Universal Century (UC) world, and why are there other series of mobile suits in the UC world?
What? You're saying I have a Gundam that looks like a beautiful girl?
Come, come, you lowly creatures, you despicable things, may you all die by my sword!
What the hell is gravity?
(They've been resurrected, children.)
Synopsis: "My name is Chen Zhan. I've become a test subject for the Foundation and am now caught in an endless experiment." (173 "Statue - The First Work," 682 "The Immortal Lizard," 999 "The Itchy Monster," 131 "Eye Beans," 939 "Thousands...")
Su Mo transmigrated into the body of the protagonist in a farming anime, gaining a healthy body and all-purpose farming tools. Leveraging his Chinese heritage in infrastructure development, he built a 100-square-meter wooden house with a heated kang bed in a single day. While the original female protagonists were still on their way, his agritourism business was already open for business.
What will happen when an SCP object first appears in the cultivation world?
What despair would it be if a lofty swordsman were dragged into a Dark Souls dungeon and endlessly rekindled with fire?
When the overwhelming interstellar insectoid race clashes with the world-destroying magical powers, who will prevail?
My name is Luo Yi, a transmigrator who gave up cultivating immortality.
With an ancestral spirit tablet that connects to the memories of Earth, I transformed my past life's fantasies into the myths of this world.
SCP Foundation, Cthulhu Mythos, Azeroth, Silent Hill...
The calamities you see as natural disasters are my creations; the ancient secret realms you speak of are my designs; the unparalleled opportunities you pursue are bait I casually tossed out.
I, behind the scenes, wield my pen as a sword.
Welcome to... my world.
Outside of Wugang, Augustus, Iron Man, and Batman were running wildly through a cloud of gray mist.
"Imagine, between Wugang and Gotham, or even between New York, countless similar eyes lurk in the gray area, all watching you..."
"I have eyes too."
That's not what I meant...
"So what do you mean? Don't think I didn't see you grab that dog's butt just now. That's why we're being chased by dogs, Tony Stark!"
Lan Si, who was sent flying by the Supreme Hundred-Ton King to save someone, embarked on a journey across alternate worlds. However, he discovered that he was the only one who had transmigrated into a dragon, earning the new name Acharion Verminax Pantocratol and joining a happy family of quasi-DND true dragons. Then, in this snowy land where animals had vanished, plants had frozen, and only the endless silence and cold remained, practically a forbidden zone for life, he had to live a miserable life, eating dirt every day.
But the other Lan Si had transmigrated into beautiful girls! Their plight seemed no better than his. Lan Si, who had transmigrated into Ying, was sealed away by the law of nature, but she woke up within it... Lan Si, who had transmigrated into Altria, was destined to become the doomed King of Britain. It seemed that no matter what she did, the future was unchangeable. Lan Si, who had transmigrated into a beautiful white-haired, red-eyed undead girl, was imprisoned in the Undead Asylum, with no one to give her the key? She was going to be imprisoned like this until the world was destroyed...
None of this mattered. Acharion Wilminax Pantocratol Lansi believed that with his own strength, he and the other Lansi could all live happily ever after, sleeping together in the same bed! !
I awoke from a dream, incomprehensible murmurs echoing in my ears. Forgotten myself, lost my past. Looking around, I realized I was in hell—explosions raged across the azure sky, bullets ravaged the streets like a torrent, and war burned constantly across this land. The aliens who lived here possessed seemingly fragile yet fearless bodies, forming gangs for their own purposes, killing each other day and night. Then, they discovered me. They called themselves students, told me this place was called Kivotos. They also called me—Teacher.