#GameInvasion##NoCP##NotLoneWoman##NotInvincible##NotTraditionalPowerNovel

A game called "Divine Invasion" descended upon Earth without warning, and players who entered the game were granted their own divine talents.

If no one completes each game instance within 48 hours of its opening, the game will immediately descend into the reality of Earth, and the corresponding city or region will be declared overrun the next second.

Yu Nian struggled back from the brink of death, only to find herself back 48 hours before the game invasion for unknown reasons.

After seizing the initiative and re-entering the Divine Invasion Domain, Yu Nian discovered that she had gained an extra divine talent, while her original talent had been frozen and sealed away.

She progresses through the levels, only to discover that her memories have been altered, and the mystery surrounding her sister's life and death gradually emerges.

As the game invasion intensifies, the fragments of the truth gradually come together—rebirth is not accidental, and talent is not a gift.

She was deeply caught in the paradox of time and the game of the gods.

This is her only chance; she must tear this divine playground apart and reclaim what she has lost.

To find a way out of a desperate situation, to tamper with the rules of a gamble.

Her only follower called upon her name in the face of certain death, hoping to escape a desperate situation.

She orchestrated a conspiracy that transcended time and space, laying down a desperate last resort, all to save the life of her beloved.

"I'll bet all of this..."

"It's just my paradox, a footnote to my destiny."

Before even finishing a page, Ye Mu couldn't help but close his childhood diary. "What kind of cringeworthy diary is this?" "So embarrassing!" "Is this company doomed?" [Ding! God-level Diary System activated!] [Automatically purchases global trending recommendations for the host's diary!] [Over ten million global likes, unlocking new features!] [Congratulations to the host for 100% event reconstruction, reward: Primordial Great Luo Sacred Axe!] Influenced by the Primordial Great Luo Sacred Axe, the two worlds are no longer parallel, and numerous unknown interference phenomena appear. A diary has been discovered on the Yin Ruins stone wall, causing a global sensation! ... Ye Mu was shocked. His cringeworthy diary had actually come true!

A fanfiction about the Mysterious Lord, focusing on the Hunter Order. Updates are irregular; please refrain from criticism if you don't like it. Respectfully yours, Luo Wei transmigrates into the unfinished novel, *Lord of Mysteries*, in the fifth era nearing the end of the world. She shares the stage with the protagonist, facing the frustrating yet unchangeable Hunter Order… As the plot unfolds, what choices will she make? Death or retreat, that is the question. QQ Group: 742455339

[Decisive and ruthless] + [No female lead] + [Villain?]

[The rating just came out, it will go up]

Lin Fei was originally planning to go to university, but when the train passed through a tunnel, it took him to another world.

This is a world where rules reign supreme.

The rules, in turn, are controlled by individuals with privileged status.

When Lin Fei transmigrated, he received an identity purchase system as a gift from the will of Blue Star, which allowed him to purchase all kinds of privileged identities.

[Identity: Police Officer]

Authority: 1. Fine 2. Detention 3. Investigation

Price: 100,000 (Newcomer Discount)

Looking at the panel, Lin Fei had only one thought: to take out online loans.

He mortgaged his kidneys 14 times and sold his soul 7 times...

He racked up millions in illicit online loans and bought a police officer's identity.

Thus, a new God of Divine Punishment was born:

"Senior, you've committed a crime. The fine is 100,000. As for what happened, that's none of your business."

"Strange? Fine me a million first, then let me see what kind of quality it is?"

"......"

When the loan collectors arrived at the door, they were completely dumbfounded to see Lin Fei sitting in the highest seat in the federal government.

"What brings you all to see me, the Speaker?"

[Relaxing] [Daily Life] [Management Bureau]

The sun burns in the deep sea, and roots spread across the sky.

Gears sprouted from people's bodies, and the upside-down city fell like a meteorite.

Fang Jiu once thought that these things, which only existed in his imagination, had nothing to do with him, an ordinary citizen, until the night his head was chopped off...

"We seem to have met somewhere before?" "In a dream." "Really?" "Of course, didn't I die in front of you then?" — Magic is a miracle originating from the heart. And magical girls are those who invoke miracles—girls with hope sign contracts with dream fairies, swearing by their wishes, mastering magic unique to their hearts, and embarking on a path of protection and redemption. However, An Yiqiu, as a rookie magical girl, seems so different—powerful, mysterious, even the contract leader who calls himself her "guide" cannot see through the fog surrounding her. "Is the life of a magical girl, a blend of cruelty and beauty, exciting?" "Sorry, I already experienced it in my dream. At the time, it was just a game: you could level up, you could interact, you could even resurrect. But back then, I never imagined that dreams would intertwine with reality..."

Lin Ye transmigrated to the world of cultivation, only wanting to live a life of quiet desperation until the end of time.

However, it unexpectedly became bound to a rusty bronze compass that could simulate the future, but each calculation consumed its lifespan and the result was filled with eerie and distorted whispers.

Others cultivate immortality through talent, but he cultivates immortality through "saving and loading saves".

While his fellow disciples were fighting in the secret realm, he hid in a corner and frantically simulated ways to die: "Being bewitched by a fairy? Dying from stepping on a poisonous mushroom? Even a sneeze could trigger an avalanche?"

Having barely avoided all the death flags, he turned around and discovered that the old man sweeping the floor of the library was a hidden boss, the junk he picked up was an ancient artifact, and even the passerby he casually saved was a future demon lord.

Even more terrifying, the emulator suddenly popped up a blood-red warning: [Warning: The world is being eroded by an "unspeakable" entity. Doomsday countdown:...]

Single sequence + infinite weirdness + sequence potion + post-apocalyptic highway survival + stockpiling supplies + decisive killing + high intelligence

"This station reports: The current time is 10:10 AM on October 10, 2035. Please remember this moment of perseverance in the darkness—"

As of now, all thirty-one major cities of the Great Xia Dynasty, including Shanghai, Yancheng, Chongqing, and Shanghai City, have been confirmed to have been mysteriously occupied.

"Human civilization is facing the most brutal test of survival since its inception."

"Please remember: This is not the end, but a protracted battle for the survival of humanity."

"A message to all fellow survivors: Please strictly adhere to these three ironclad rules of survival: Do not look directly at the blood-red sun; do not respond to anything eerie; do not attempt to salvage the situation."

"Live on, for those who are dead."

...

Cthulhu + Cards + Intellectual Battles + Fate Game

"Fate is a deception, and I am the one who weaves it."

In a world unseen by ordinary people, some use cards to open "doors" and peek into the taboos behind them.

They call themselves Mystics, trading cards and gambling with reason, seeking survival in the game of fate.

Si Ming, a skilled poker player, originally wanted to make a living in casinos, but won a "mysterious card" in a gambling game.

From then on, he stepped into this abyss interwoven with "gates" and "cards"...

There is no luck here, only deception.

There are no rules here, only domination.

There are no winners here, only manipulated actors.

He presents himself with a thousand faces, playing different identities, deceiving the hunters and also deceiving fate.

However, his "mysterious card" whispers an even deeper lie—

"Do you think you're weaving destiny? Do you think you can control everything?"

"No, you're just another character written into a script..."

The whispers behind the door are beckoning; the card's true name cannot be spoken.

The gambler's chips have been laid, and his fate is sealed.

When everything settles down, will you still remember your true identity?