Being a ninja isn't easy, especially for an ordinary one. Compared to the ninjas who are constantly on the go, working 996 (9am-9pm, 6 days a week) is truly a blessing. But someone has to do it, right? As the saying goes, "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

[Refreshing story + invincible protagonist + extraordinary potion system + bizarre monsters + wilderness migration and survival + item fusion and evolution + decisive and ruthless + extreme survival]

In May, when the world was shrouded in eerie fog, some people drew their swords over half a moldy steamed bun by the campfire of the migrating team. Meanwhile, Ling Feng was chewing on a piece of wheat bread in his mobile fortress. The rotten, hard lumps mixed with morning dew and peach wood had somehow become a fluffy staple food, with a sweet aroma that also carried the scent of exorcising evil spirits.

This ability was forced out by the Shadowfiend. When the Shadowfiend was chasing him to the brink of death, three wrecked cars suddenly twisted into a campervan with runic iron netting, and the faint light repelled the ghost.

He hid himself extremely well: during the day, he covered the fortress with withered branches, hiding it at the back of the line as scrap metal; at night, he activated the oxygen supply system, cultivating soul-suppressing herbs and vegetables in the cultivation chamber. But if any tomb raiders dared to touch the fortress, he would use a binding rope made of ink line and ghostly fingernails to create bait, throwing it into the fog to lure away the Crying Bone.

While others sought exorcising talismans and water, he had already used the Shadow Demon Soul Core to create an extraordinary potion. A glimmer in his eyes allowed him to see through the truth: the Crying Bone harmed people with the Heart-Eating Curse, requiring the fusion of Soul-Suppressing Grass and a Copper Bell to make Tranquilizing Incense; the Painted Skin Ghost was hiding in the crowd, requiring the use of a fragment of the Demon-Revealing Mirror and a flashlight to create a Deception-Dispelling Lamp to expose him.

The migration was long and arduous, the rotting wood forest thick with black sap that clung to souls, old clothes piled high, hooking fingers with deadly intent; the human heart was more treacherous than ghosts. But Lingfeng's fortress was always brightly lit, and the tomatoes in the cultivation pods bore golden-edged fruit, imbued with the power of the potion. He turned the steering wheel, the iron mesh shattering the ghostly shadows, the tires crushing white bones, chewing on bread as he looked at the chaos in the rearview mirror, and let out a cold laugh.

In this world, the strongest source of confidence isn't prayer, but the ability to turn scrap metal into a demon-slaying sword and moldy steamed buns into hot meals. Ling Feng happens to excel at this.

[High-energy warning! High-octane action ahead!] [A blockbuster is in the works!] When Yotsuki Ren, whose Soul Society has been steeped in bloodshed and violence for a century, is on the verge of despair facing a terrifying Hollow that devours his fear, a cold, mechanical voice booms – "Humanity Survival System: Chaldea, officially activated! Welcome to the Soul Society, the last Master!" Yotsuki Ren is stunned: Wait, the Soul Society? Chaldea? Captain-Commander Yamamoto is the Director? What kind of ridiculous script is this?!

In his past life, Li Yifan was an ordinary grassroots civil servant. He studied public relations at China University of Political Science and Law, but due to a lack of connections, he only ever reached the rank of section chief despite a lifetime of hard work. After retiring in 2024, he was unexpectedly attacked and killed while traveling in Palestine. Filled with regret and resentment, he was reborn in 2000, at the crucial moment of graduating from university.

In this life, Li Yifan is determined to change his fate and no longer live a mediocre life. Relying on his memories of the future, and taking advantage of the wealth opportunities presented by the Korea-Japan World Cup and the "monster stocks" in the stock market, he accumulates his first pot of gold and gradually lays the foundation for a future technology giant company. At the same time, he utilizes his expertise in politics and law and his rich experience in officialdom to rise step by step from the grassroots county town.

With the help of his younger brother Li Mingjie and younger sister Li Xiaowei, he expanded his invested technology companies and leveraged the power of new media to increase his influence, thus aiding his career in the political arena. He pursued both political and business ambitions simultaneously, forging his own path to the pinnacle of power while also waging a righteous anti-corruption campaign to eliminate the criminal forces responsible for his father's death.

Farming + No System + Conquest + Time Travel + Single Female Lead + Sweeping Through England, France, and Germany

In 1288, Lin Lan transmigrated into the body of a bankrupt Scottish nobleman, facing famine, war, and despair.

He only wanted to farm and live a simple life, but the tide of history pushed him onto the stage. From a minor lord to a baron, from a baron to an earl, from an earl to Warden of the North, to Lord Protector, and then to King of Scotland, he swept through England and France, conquered both Romes, and became the Emperor of Europe.

A modern soul, possessing the Bodhi tree of the primordial era. With extraordinary wisdom and foresight, yet deeply aware of the perils of the primordial world, he acts with humility and caution. He uses reason to plan for eternity, and compassion to guide the path of destiny. Wandering the primordial world, witnessing legends, placing his pieces amidst the games of sages, and seeking survival in the endless cycle of reincarnation. This is an epic tale of transcendence, where a being of humble origins seeks to attain the supreme Dao.

I transmigrated to a world ruled by gods, a world where the divine court had only swept across the world a few hundred years ago.

Lin Xiao, who was focused on cultivating immortality and didn't want to get involved in the intricacies of the Divine Court, could only seal himself inside the spiritual treasure Qiankun Sun and Moon Pot.

Within the pot, a grotto-heaven opens, the sun and moon are refined; if I cannot become a celestial immortal, I will become an earth immortal, my spirit merging with the grotto-heaven to transform heaven and earth.

They would occasionally hold a Dharma assembly, host a peach banquet, and casually distribute some lucky treasures.

No matter how many millennia of divine oppression you have exerted, I remain at ease within the gourd, watching the divine court rise and fall, and then witnessing its collapse.

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In 2014, the Chinese entertainment industry officially entered the era of massive online traffic.

The four major and three minor ones are at their zenith, while various small flowers vie for attention.

Gu Qing, who terminated her contract with South Korea, will carve out a path to success from the nationally popular variety show Running Man, completely rewriting the landscape of online traffic...

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(P.S.: This is a story about 'taking the right path' in the Chinese entertainment industry.)

Jiang Yi transmigrated to the Naruto world, surviving for over ten years and eventually becoming a ninja academy teacher. He thought he would live a mundane life like this. But when the Konoha 12 appeared, he discovered that his system had arrived. "Naruto Story Experience System?" "Get rewards just by checking in at story scenes?" "Other people's rewards are either cultivation techniques or bloodline limits, what use is this LOL equipment to me?!" "Wait, how come my chakra has ice attribute after getting the Rylai's Crystal Scepter?" "Wait a minute! What does Heart of Steel mean? What does Resurrection Armor mean?"... "Mr. Guy, I want to learn taijutsu from you." "Yes, I'll learn the Death Gate from the Eight Inner Gates!"

I, Richard, am a wandering knight without a fief. Five years after transmigrating, I finally have my own fief, but it is merely a desolate and uninhabited pioneer territory.

Not only was it incredibly desolate, a complete wasteland, but countless orc tribes also occupied this wilderness.

He held the Expeditionary Order in his left hand and picked up his sword in his right, surveying the desolate territory and muttering to himself.

"My whole life has been like walking on thin ice. Will I ever be able to reach the other side?"

Unfortunately, no one answered the question; only countless orc leaders bowed their heads in fear, praying silently in their hearts.

"We're just here for a meeting, what's wrong with this bastard now...?"