The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward, its waters unable to wash away the blood of human heroes. Since Emperor Chengyang raised his army six thousand years ago, this world has belonged to our human race. ———— This is the latest installment of my multi-part novel, *The Cold Heaven Emperor*, a work of over three million words, which is nearing its end.

Wang Fei was originally an orphan.

In the virtual online game world of Tianyuan Continent, he rose rapidly due to the "Curse of the Gods" and from then on, he was on an unstoppable upward trajectory, reaching the pinnacle of the world.

Holy Archbishop: Why do fanatics worship you? What have you done to them?

Abyss Demon King: Why can your dark magic hurt me? Damn it! Stop! I can't take it anymore! Stop!

Azure Dragon: You are the first human to dare withstand my dragon power head-on... Ouch, how can you be so strong! I'm going to scream! Let me go!

Master Forging: I admire no one but him in this life! Master, come here, let me massage your legs. Please teach me a couple of moves, I also want to advance to godhood.

Sword Saint: Master, you are the true master! I have studied this sword technique for a hundred years without making any progress, but you can master it at a glance. I am willing to become your disciple!

Passerby: Damn, you've really figured out how to use this curse.

Wang Fei: I'm not targeting anyone in particular, I'm saying that everyone here is trash!

He inexplicably transmigrated and became the infamous tyrant King Zhou! Starting out, he was tricked by a sage into causing trouble for Nuwa. Naturally defiant, he decided to fight back! So what if he's a sage? I can become a sage at will, proving the Dao of Hunyuan! So what if it's the Heavenly Dao? I have the Great Dao protecting me. I am the ruler of Heaven and Earth! Investiture of the Gods? I decide! The Four Divine Monkeys? They're my bodyguards! The Twelve Zodiac Animals? They're my henchmen! To know the secrets of the Investiture of the Gods, one must read the "Investiture of the Gods: Rebirth of Calamity"!

In the 41st millennium, my planet Cadia was rated as the most habitable planet for humans, with a birth rate that once reached a terrifying 35%. And I made an indelible contribution to this. Even the renowned mass production expert Guilliman once brought a team of experts to seek his advice. "A plant that was extinct long ago, existing only in the 2K era of ancient Terra, how is this possible?" The accompanying personnel were dumbfounded, staring at the fields of carrots and potatoes. "By the God of Machines, a lump of iron without wires or energy can move freely, and even possesses a machine soul." The Cult of Mechanics stood before the iron golem legion, their hands trembling uncontrollably. "This thing is so much better than the STC template." The priest stroked the workbench, his electronic eyes fixed on the crafting recipe. "A device similar to the Web?" Guilliman looked up at the massive Hell Gate made of obsidian, watching the interstellar cargo ships coming and going. Finally, all four of them turned to Zhou Ke and exclaimed in unison, "How did you do that?" Zhou Ke coughed, his expression serious. "These achievements are all thanks to my persistent efforts!" Then he changed the subject, "Of course, the invaluable help from Minecraft and its mods is indispensable." From single-target control to infinite water, mechanical power to iron magic, Tinker's Construct to advanced enchantments... This is the story of a Minecraft player skillfully using traits and mods to 'persecute' the entire Warhammer universe.

I've been transported to Hawkins, the town from Stranger Things, and become Will's brother, Jonathan Byers. This America is too dangerous; horror stories unfold everywhere, and the sweet air is thick with evil. The neighboring town is Silent Hill, with a street called Oak Street, home to the Shining Hotel. I've heard there's a cabin in the woods beyond town. Legend has it that deep in the forest lies a fairytale town inhabited by vampires and young wolves, while Jason and Voldemort lurk outside. From time to time, demons from hell invade the world, aliens are always causing trouble on Independence Day, and Thanos, the head of the Space Office, is willing to snap his fingers—if you're unlucky, you'll be vaporized to dust. Luckily, I have a Dungeon Fighter Online (DNF) game system with me, allowing me to become a professional exorcist and form an exorcist alliance. I've gathered Constantine, Johnny Depp, Van Helsing, Nick Wilde, and the Ancient One. Everyone, don't fight over this monster; let me kill it! I'm super strong… If you, fellow readers, find "This Stranger Things is a Bit Cold" enjoyable, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends on QQ groups and Weibo!

Li Lie woke up one morning to find himself the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace in the Journey to the West world. He declared he didn't want to be someone's mount, eating grass every day. Fortunately, he carried a narration system with him, which he initially thought was a cheat code, but it turned out the system only knew how to criticize him. [On your wedding night, Princess Wansheng abandoned your handsome appearance and fell for the ugly Nine-Headed Insect.] [Your cultivation is inferior to the Nine-Headed Insect's, and you don't have your own weapon. You can't defeat the Nine-Headed Insect with his crescent shovel. No, even if the Nine-Headed Insect had no weapon, you still couldn't defeat him.] [You were furious and wanted to beat the Nine-Headed Insect, but you were beaten up by him instead.] [Princess Wansheng]

My name is Guanglin.

The strongest demon king from another world, as prophesied.

I will roam the world with the power to overturn everything, overthrow the current Demon King's rule, bring all of humanity's kingdoms under my control, and end all conflict...

At least, that's what my family says.

...

Looking at his all-powerful companions who had signed a contract with him, now able to fly and escape anywhere, Hirobayashi, who was weak and breathless after just a few steps, fell into deep thought.

So...

Where exactly does your power come from?!

Xiao Xian, the capital's number one lazybones, was mistakenly identified as a "national genius" and forcibly made crown prince by the old emperor after a drunken outburst. Shattered from his dreams of a life of wandering the martial world, Xiao Xian angrily decided to remain lazy to the end, determined to ruin his own position as crown prince and regain his freedom. However, the more he tried to "disrupt" the system, the more unexpectedly he solved court problems, eliminated treacherous officials, won the hearts of the people, and even inadvertently embarked on the path of cultivation. The court officials went from initial heartbreak to astonishment, and finally, a complete "wow!" In the process of "dismantling the empire," Xiao Xian unexpectedly discovered a shocking game of chess between immortal sects and demons hidden behind the scenes, and his seemingly "useless" lazybones physique turned out to be the key to breaking the deadlock. Ultimately, this lazy crown prince, who was only interested in escaping, was forced into a corner by various forces (including his father), gradually transforming from a "national scourge" into a true protector, but his yearning for freedom in the martial world never wavered.

In the world of Investiture of the Gods, immortals, gods, demons, and monsters roam freely. A great calamity descends, inescapable. Feng Yuan wields the Great Thousand Divine Mirror, traversing countless heavens and timelines, gathering destiny and accumulating power to defy fate. The phoenix cries on Mount Qi, yet ultimately cannot defeat the true dragon of the Dao… This is a mythology spanning the heavens, beginning in the world of Investiture of the Gods. (Group: 164692113, verification required. New book uploaded, "Conquering Ten Thousand Dynasties: Starting with a Zhao Yun Template")

"What did you say?" Abaddon exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "We've been boarded?! And by a bunch of mortals?!"

“Yes, sir.” A Chaos Space Marine wiped the cold sweat from his brow. “They are too strange. If we don’t send reinforcements soon, our defenses will be breached! Sir, I suggest you evacuate first…”

"Shut up!" Abaddon roared. "Who are we? We are the Black Legion! We have launched thirteen expeditions, each one dealing a fatal blow to the Empire! We are the Empire's eternal nightmare! And now, are we to retreat before a few mortals?"

"Assemble the troops immediately! I will make those arrogant bastards die here! Let the Empire know that we..."

"Bang!" "Rip rip rip!!!" "Boom!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge ceiling collapsed, and on it, the corpses of Space Marines were piled up like mountains. On the mountaintop, several figures, bathed in the aura of blood, looked down.

Under Abaddon's shocked gaze, a man carrying a halberd looked around at him and said, "You're Abaddon, aren't you?"

"In the name of humanity, we bring you to trial, traitor!"