Gu Xingzhi joined the immortal sect. His master was the revered Sage of Medicine. His shiniang (master's wife) was a gentle, virtuous, stunningly beautiful, and generous second-generation immortal. He believed his path of cultivating immortality would forever remain harmonious and filled with camaraderie. Until that night, when his master led him to a room... and ordered him to... sew shiniang back together!

In this world, celestial constellations lock the spirits, and star trajectories align the heavens. All magic originates from the twenty-eight lunar mansions:

- [Liu Tu Zhang·Thousand Threads Soul Stitching]:Transplant limbs, replace organs, steal cultivation, transplant primordial spirits, stitch human souls.

- [Xin Yue Hu·Blazing Star Guards the Heart]: Eyes transform into flickering stars, distort mental domains, ignite heartfire to burn cities.

- [Kui Mu Lang·Armory of Spectral Soldiers]: Summon ancient battlefield divine armaments to possess the body, gaining combat prowess of legendary generals.

- [Wei Yue Yan·Nine Abyss Prison Suppression]: Weave nine layers of netherworld abyss illusions, torment enemies’ dao-hearts with tortures those with unsteady minds face soul annihilation.

...In Stellar Cultivation, there exists no path of invincibility only one thing conquering another!

[Slightly Distorted] [Orange] Reborn into the world of Uma Musume, Xiu Xing Meng, hoping for an ordinary life, unexpectedly finds herself traveling to various scripted worlds and competing alongside powerful horse girls. Good Opera: "You are the Overlord's nemesis!" Golden Master: "A mere country horse girl! Are you worthy of facing the glory of gold?!" Narita Shirahito: "I will defeat you, and then ascend to the highest stage!" Great Shock: "No one before me can rival me, not even you!" After giving her all in the scripted world to defeat them, Xiu Xing Meng returns to reality feeling a pang of anxiety. A flash of purple and gold cape outside the training grounds, golden hair drifting around the corner, a quick breath behind the library shelves... "Is this an illusion?" She turns around, but sees nothing. Little do she know that the moment Xiu Xing Meng turns, Good Opera's crown emerges from behind a tree. Golden Master hastily puts away his telescope, and Narita Shirahito's skirt gets caught on a fire hydrant. They saw the same embarrassment in each other's eyes, but in the next second they changed their expressions to be proud. "The loser who peeked in should leave the stage! Only the winner is worthy of standing beside her."

Jiang Mi, a beautiful newcomer from the bottom of the slums, voluntarily signed a contract to be thrust into a series of massive reality entertainment shows called "Observing Life," struggling to survive. The observation panel, comprised of three experienced jurors and billions of viewers, is said to be the most robust system in reality show history. They watched this newcomer's debut, a fragile vase in a late-night banned film, eager to see the pure white stained black and to freely dictate his life. The newcomer smiled faintly and chose to blast their heads off. Episode...

[Quick Transmigration + Morbidly Obsessed Male Lead + Delicate and Soft Beauty + Love at First Sight + Sweet Romance + Both Female Leads are C-Cost, 1v1, Some Small Worlds Will Harm the Original Female Lead] In the three thousand small worlds, there are always some female leads who resist or even loathe the possessive love of those crazy male leads. This makes them feel oppressed and suffocated. So they desperately want to escape this cage. And those obsessive male leads don't understand why the people they love most leave them time and time again, even refusing to stay by their side until death. Because of their incomprehension and resentment, the male leads in the small worlds develop powerful gloomy resentment that breaks through the heavenly order. Thus, they summon the mercy of the gods. ... Later, the gods bestowed upon them a treasure that belonged only to them. No matter how unreasonable or obsessive they were, the treasure indulged and protected them without limits, accompanying them in their madness and ecstasy. In the end, it gradually soothed their intense anxiety and unease.

[Infinite flow + Battle Royale + Non-human protagonist + Decisive killing + Evolution + Sequence]

After waking up, everyone is forced to join the battle royale game.

Every survivor's birthplace is different. Some are on ships in the sea, some are on endlessly moving trains, some have shelters directly, and some have nothing, but can step into the extraordinary and become sequencers.

If you want to survive, you must avoid fog and various dangerous environments.

However, Zhou Heng traveled through time and space and became a hunter who was the opposite of the survivors. He started from the weakest nightmare demon and wove nightmares in the fog, devouring fear and life and constantly evolving until he finally became an indescribable, all-encompassing forbidden dream.

When the survivors harnessed the torrent of steel to encircle and suppress, when the Sequence Powers forged the Great Wall with their flesh and blood, he stood on the throne of corpses and laughed softly:

"Welcome to my forbidden dream."

Ice and snow sealed away civilization, and storms extinguished steam—this was the post-Victorian era when a prosperous steam-powered civilization was destroyed by the harsh cold.

As a bishop banished to the frigid north by a mere decree, he fights for lost power, forging a fortress of faith amidst blizzards and apocalypse, guiding lost sheep through mercury and steam.

“I am not a shepherd, I am just a psychoanalyst who couldn’t find a job and was looking for another one.” — Bishop of the St. Lucia Winter Cathedral, Diocese of Speyside, the prayer master of the seven northern cities, the gatekeeper of Eden, the enemy of the frost giants, the remnant of the golden age, the keeper of the secrets of the old civilization, the spiritual mentor and psychiatrist of legendary knights, archmages, kings, popes, the poor, and wanderers. Siren Dellandt said this.

As the snow line in the North prepares to move south, the prophecy of "Winter Returns" will no longer be the ravings of the old, but a chilling blade hanging over the Seven Kingdoms...

Butcher descended upon Westeros like the last act of love from the Old Gods.

Not being a nobleman, he was not qualified to become a dragon knight; he only possessed brute strength and a reckless spirit.

Let's see what kind of wind a brute will stir up on this continent full of intrigue and magic.

(This is a slice-of-life style; I welcome feedback from readers! I will make corrections promptly! Please support me!)

Also, the protagonist is not clear about the specific plot, has only seen fragments, and is not the kind of story where you just start having sex right away, nor does it have enough theoretical knowledge to support it.

When you wake up from your sleep to find yourself in a damp, dark, muddy trench, surrounded by soldiers trembling and praying, clutching crosses. —"The Second Battle of Ypres? No problem, just put on your gas mask, you'll survive!" —"The Somme? We can only leave our fate to God." —"Is it the Verdun meat grinder? Oh well, God's useless now, dying is just a fresh start." —"Wait, what does it mean that Duke Constantine led the last of the New Antiochian Knights to resist the attack of the demonic army from hell? What the hell timeline did this put me in?"... In 1099, the Crusades conquered Jerusalem, inadvertently opening the gates of hell. From that moment on, the timeline changed, and human civilization entered a thousand-year dark age of fighting against the demonic army of hell. And Liston, who traveled to this timeline, was clearly a doctor saving lives, but...

[Behind the Scenes + Curiosity + Not a Mother Teresa + Pseudo-ensemble Cast]

Execution in thirty days? No, that's the countdown for the nobles.

Geneticist Mo Chen was thrown into the Black Gate Prison, where he activated the [Gene Domination System] on his very first day.

Devouring, stitching together, evolving—every second is pushing the boundaries of what constitutes "humanity."

He first upgraded the prison boss to a "human centipede king," and then transformed the entire prison into a private breeding shed.

The family that framed him in the past has begun receiving "live deliveries":

The eldest son is missing, the collateral branches are fragmented like a jigsaw puzzle, and the ancestor's coffin has been gnawed down to just the genetic code.

The Imperial Inquisition deployed a massive force of steel, but before they could even touch the enemy's DNA, they were swallowed up by a tsunami of flesh and blood and turned into "battle-damaged specimens."

The nobleman's private chamber was dimly lit, and he was still mocking the "cage rat."

The next second, the third young master, with a human face and a rat's body, climbed onto the long table and smiled sweetly:

"Dad, I'm here to inherit the estate."

—Don't blink, the zombie brother just recognized his relatives, and you're next.

(In the abyss of darkness, no fallen leaf is innocent; humanity is twisted into beasts tearing each other apart. Kindness has long since become relics on the altar, while only evil thrives in the cycle—not because they reject the light, but because the first believers of the light have already turned to dust. Worldview)