This article is also known as "After I Transformed into a Mecha, I Jumped Over and Over Again in Confusion and Endeavor" and "The Evolution of Steel for a 35+ Young Woman". It is a slow-burning, healing pseudo-science fiction and inspirational article.

When Lin Fan felt that she was worthless and could only live in despair, someone knocked on her door and told her that she was a great hero who could transform into a concave and convex man.

She didn't believe it at all. She had a dispensable attitude and was prepared to be sliced into pieces to contribute her remaining value.

It turns out: she can really transform!

He can fly in the sky and escape from the earth, he is invulnerable, and he can also fight small monsters like Aotuman...

The weakling who has opened up a new world view regains his confidence and is ready to show off his talents and become a useful person.

etc……

Why is the transformation beyond her control?

Can you only hold on for 10 seconds? !

quick!

Who can help her? Her goal is the stars and the sea!

Chen Tianlin, a world-renowned Chinese surgeon, is reborn due to a conspiracy, returning to the day his mother died. He is recognized as the master of a doctor's assistance system from a thousand years in the future. Relying on the medical skills he mastered in his previous life and the medical skills he exchanged from the assistance system, he successfully cured many incurable diseases, becoming an object of vying for friendship among the upper class of various countries, and even changing the course of human reproduction!

Tang Xian transmigrated to Earth ten years ago, only to suddenly be bound to a teleportation system. He handed it over and, along with modern gadgets like tanks and cannons, went to a fantasy world. There, the mountains were lush, the waters clear, the birds sang, gold mines and oil were plentiful, and the inhabitants were incredibly wealthy. Under Earth's influence of goods and cannons, their economy was exploited. Cultivator 1: "Holy crap, this isn't a syringe! It can inject spiritual energy directly into the bloodline! It's clearly a divine artifact!" Cultivator 2: "Holy crap, this instant noodles are so delicious! They're even better than spirit beast meat!" Sect Elder: "Sect Leader, a wicked disciple has offended those Dragon Kingdom people. Their firewood sticks can instantly kill cultivators from a distance. We are utterly powerless!" Sect Leader: "What's that thing flying over there with a long tail?" The sect collapses!

Cold, shivering... Zhu Qingxuan woke up to a classic line that jolted him awake. "Not bad, you have the best physical condition among the newcomers this time... Tch, this is the first time I've seen a newcomer run naked into the story." Holy crap! It's over! Classic Resident Evil 1! A newcomer's first match only yielded a C-level side quest, and it was the Central Continent team at the start of hell difficulty! Zhu Qingxuan stared at the main god for a long time, finally making up his mind to exchange for a Kempfair bracelet... (Newcomer on the road, welcome to exchange ideas! Feel free to discuss any thoughts! This is a fanfiction of Infinite Terror, only involving Infinite Terror, not other related worldviews. Because I like Z's Infinite Terror, but I don't really like the Primordial Era and Dawn. The Primordial Era always feels increasingly unpleasant to read, and in Dawn, seeing Chu Hao's heaven-defying Reincarnation Army...)

In *Soul Transcending Nappa: The Rise of the Saiyan Glory*, Long Qi, through his genetic strategy, tasted the collision of two energies the instant his teeth pierced Goku's shoulder skin—the warmth of Earth enveloped the Saiyan's fiery intensity, seeping into his throat through his teeth. He held the small piece of bloody flesh tightly under his tongue, then turned and slammed it into the incubation chamber. In the pale green Saiyan recovery fluid, S-cells pulsed like awakening sparks, the red light of the maternal-infant simulator tracing the trajectory of life's creation. Each division was accompanied by a subtle crackling sound, resonating with his bloodline and laying the groundwork for his Super Saiyan breakthrough. Vegeta's dying roar still echoed in his ears as Long Qi grasped his severed tail, his fingertips touching the fine scales at the tailbone—the unique mark of royal blood. He tossed the flesh, still bearing the hair follicles, into another incubation chamber. The instruments hummed, extracting the "rationality factor." Silver threads unfurled in the nutrient solution, wrapping around his genetic chain like a spiderweb. Each wrapping was painful, yet it gradually subsided the berserk factors within him. The full moon night became a tempering ground. As the giant ape's roar shattered the clouds, Long Qi allowed his bestial nature to gnaw at his nerves, his claws carving deep gashes into the rock walls, blood seeping into the cracks. He gritted his teeth, compressing the air currents, the surging violence and restraint within his chest clashing violently. His dozens-meter-tall beastly body writhed and collapsed in agony, the crunching of bones finally solidifying into a muscular human form. The remaining mane on his shoulders and back was stained with blood, but his golden pupils held clarity—the "War Ape Power" boiled in his blood, ten times his normal combat strength becoming a thunderclap hidden beneath his flesh. On the final battlefield, the moment his golden hair exploded, the brute force of the War Ape and the blazing flames of the Super Saiyan...

"People struggle to understand each other, and even if they do, they don't truly agree with each other—this is the root of conflict." But is this all there is to it...? "This world! I'm not satisfied! Those who have passed away must have left with regrets... Life is long, hope is eternal. Believe in yourself, believe in humanity, believe that the day will come when people eradicate conflict and understand each other." (Shared from the book *Gundam: The Sniper Legend* by startgazer)

After becoming Noah's original light, he descended to the top of the O-50 warriors.

The ring of light stuck to him crazily and couldn't be driven away.

Three months later, Hong Kai and Gagra finally reached the top of the warriors.

Noah decisively chose Gagra as his human body.

However...

Gagra: "Listen, even if I die in battle, die in the universe, die under the feet of monsters and aliens, I will never ask you for help!"

After three transformations...

Gagra: It smells so good!

When Mo Yu opened his eyes, he found himself shrunken. "How troublesome, I have to grow up all over again." Mo Yu looked at his tiny hand, which he couldn't even grasp, and thought to himself with a puzzled expression. Mom, is this the problem?! Childhood: Is this dark-skinned guy the son of the friend Dad mentioned? Child version of Aomine laughed heartily: "Kuroko, wanna go out and play?" Kuroko looked at the equally dark hand in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then thought, well, I'm an adult now, adults shouldn't be so petty with kids, right? So, he stretched out his fair, delicate little hand and covered it. Is this how you think? Why does the logic feel off?! Aomine gripped the tiny hand that was smaller than himself, his eyes crinkling with laughter. Middle school: Why do Dad and Aomine both want him to join the basketball team? He's clearly not suited for a sweaty sport like basketball at all. However, the basketball team members are all surprisingly good at getting along. Oh well, for the sake of making a group of good friends, let's play basketball. Impure thoughts, easy to get along with? Miracles: ......

War, war, war, endless war.

Khorne cares not for intrigue or loyalty, but only for endless violence and the art of war. A brilliant massacre where the few triumph over the many, a valiant charge against a powerful foe, is more likely to earn the Blood God's favor and blessings—for example, weapons igniting with an inextinguishable demonic fire, or bodies growing larger. Conversely, avoidance, cowardice, or the use of "dishonorable" means may lead to the loss of power or even being devoured by one's own comrades.