In the stench of the hive sewer, Lu Chen clenched the bloodstained dagger. He had just pierced the throat of the third greenskin, but before the corpse disappeared, a mechanical voice exploded in his ears: "Orc barbaric blood detected, devouring progress 10%... Strength +3, pain resistance +5%." In the 72nd hour of Warhammer 40k, the Earth tactical commander finally awakened the "Gene Devourer" system. The rage of the orcs, the synapses of the Zerg, the prophetic genes of the Eldar. When the acid of the Tyranid swarm corroded the city walls, when the Chaos Demons tore out of the subspace, he stepped on the bones at the bottom of the hive and sneered. In this darkest and chaotic time in the galaxy, all threats are nutrients for evolution....

"The God Emperor said that we are seeds?" Lu Chen wiped the green blood off his face. "Then let the universe see what kind of world-destroying giant tree the seeds of the Gene Devourer can grow into....

Jiang Wanwan starved to death ten years after the apocalypse.

Reborn, Jiang Wanwan's mind is completely consumed by hoarding, hoarding, hoarding.

I accidentally got bound to a system for punishing scumbags, and from then on I had everything I needed, from spatial storage to spiritual springs.

But why is this boy she picked up, the supposed boss, always clinging to her like a sweet and innocent child?

Wei Xing, having graduated with a Master’s degree, accidentally transmigrates to another world. Unknowingly, he has already been marked as a cultivation cauldron, surrounded by danger. On one hand, he uses a modern scientific research mindset to explore cultivation; on the other hand, he uses spiritual power combined with item refining methods,

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The stench of blood and the phantom echo of a butcher’s knife were Wei Xing’s last clear memories of Earth. Now, only agony remained. Not the dull ache of a hangover, but a searing, full-body violation. He gasped, eyes stinging against the harsh glare of an unfamiliar sun, the world swimming in a dizzying haze. Where were the familiar high-rises, the rumble of traffic? Only weeds reclaiming a dilapidated monastery met his gaze.

Then came the flood – memory fragments, alien yet intimate, crashing into his consciousness. Sweat-slicked bodies, endless moans, a gaunt face twisted in simultaneous pleasure and pain, ruthless killers in red robes, and a desperate flight ending in… this. Nausea roiled within him. This broken, emaciated body wasn’t his. Ribs protruded like ridges on a starved animal, bruises painted his skin alongside disturbingly intimate marks – hickeys? – mocking his non-existent love life. A tattered robe, stained crimson, barely concealed his nakedness.

He was trapped. Not just in a strange place, but in a strange, violated body. Panic, cold and sharp, sliced through the pain. The scientific truths he clung to shattered against the impossible reality. He was an anomaly, a ghost inhabiting ruined flesh in a world that felt ancient and hostile. Hunted, wounded, and utterly alone, Wei Xing’s journey began not with heroic resolve, but with a guttural cry of pain and the desperate, primal need to survive whatever nightmare he had stumbled into. The path forward was obscured by blood, conspiracy, and the chilling realization that his old life was irrevocably gone, replaced by a brutal existence where his very nature made him prey.

Ji Fanxing was plotted against by his stepmother at the end of the world and died tragically at the hands of a group of zombies.

After being reborn, she returned with a space. She was ruthless and taciturn. She decisively sold her property to buy supplies, filling up the space in minutes and starting the face-slapping and killing mode!

When the end of the world comes, she is fully prepared and fights shoulder to shoulder with Sheng Shuo, killing people indiscriminately!

This time, she will never be bullied again!

[A Mary Sue story with a protagonist who is doted on by everyone and everyone loves her]

Xia Ling unexpectedly traveled to interstellar space, 100,000 years ago.

I opened my eyes to find myself floating in mid-air. I realized I had transmigrated, but I wasn't human...

She is one of the rarest females in a game called Interstellar Romance.

Through the quantum computer, I gradually learned that this world is an interstellar world where women are on the verge of extinction. Ten thousand years ago, a power struggle occurred, and coupled with the deterioration of the interstellar environment, only a little over a hundred females remain.

Before Xia Ling arrived, the game was like a stagnant pool, with characters that lacked any soul and moved like mechanical machines.

After Xia Ling played the role of an ultra-rare female, it ignited the entire intergalactic world, with everyone dancing together, pushing the game to its pedestal.

The aloof and noble Crown Prince: What a trash game! Females may be scarce, but they're not nonexistent... The Crown Prince blushed and bit his lower lip. This is too exciting.

An ordinary person in the interstellar world climbs step by step to the position of general, becoming a peerless genius: confiscating the love games of subordinates who don't train properly... secretly drawing cards frantically in bed at midnight.

The president of the Female Protection Association was always the "model child" from a young age, stepping over all the scions of noble families to become the president: "We have received complaints from females that a certain game is too damaging to the image of females. Don't worry, our Female Protection Association will handle it properly..." As she felt the storyline on the game card, the female's slender fingertips traced down her Adam's apple, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

The food smells delicious, the sunshine smells wonderful, investing in this is definitely worthwhile!

[Decisive killing][No romance][Sexual pleasure in killing][The protagonist is a perverted villain][Overlord the King of the Undead][Most of the story does not follow the plot]

After traveling back to the world before Ainz Ooal Gown traveled back, Xinglan did not choose to spend money but to cheat.

Others risk everything before crossing over, but he beats up the arrogant loli who bullies his colleagues before crossing over

"He's such a cute NPC despite being a faceless person~"

"He's the only fallen angel in the world! You're telling me he's not cheating?"

"abnormal."

"I just know him as my flying squirrel's brother, family."

"Master...Xinglan, could you please check this for me?"

Becoming the supreme ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, I will rewrite the story of Overlord!

This is contrary to the original work (but it is not ooc). What does he, who makes anime, know about the other world?

A man who races against time in the Marvel universe, hungry for pleasure. In the dark night, Nuohe stood on top of the building in a black robe, overlooking the bustling New York City. He lowered the brim of his hat and said in a low voice: They are restless, because I…

He grasped the supreme mystery, transformed into one identity after another, staged a big show, but in the end all became real

Behind him, there are many people standing, Madara with Sharingan open, Artoria holding the holy sword, Doflamingo laughing, proud Gilgamesh…

After decades of hard work, Charles finally became a demigod of the church and was granted the right to spread the faith. He was just about to enjoy life and change the world. But he traveled to a world tens of thousands of years later. Facing the slander against him in world history and the declining church,

Charles couldn't help but shed tears. What happened to this world? It was so cold. When can our demigods really stand up!

Steampunk, guns, steel battleships, airships, magic potions, gods... The mystery has never been far away. Under the tide of the great era, the secret world and the real world collide. The mystery has never left. The gods will eventually return..."

[No female lead + dark theme + villain + behind-the-scenes] Zhao Ye, while interning at a factory, unexpectedly gains access to the Umbrella Management System, starting with an abandoned warehouse and rebuilding a global bio-empire! [Initial T-virus, upgraded to infiltrative type, then upgraded again... global infection!] [Zombie pigs, upgraded to bio-weapons, then upgraded again... Tyrant Legion!] [Damaged warehouse, upgraded to bio-base, then upgraded again... Hive Laboratory!] Have all the stray dogs in the city gone mad? Did the purebred guard dog the tycoon just bought run away in the middle of the night? Nobody knows, it was all my doing. Police: "We've checked all the city's surveillance cameras, only caught a yellow-robed delivery boy!" Military: "This area is completely out of contact! We're not facing zombies, we're facing a commanded army!" World's richest man: "Please, sell me an evolution potion! My gold, my aircraft carrier fleet, all yours!" ... When the apocalypse arrives, the world trembles under the T-virus, everyone thinks it's God cleansing the world. Only Zhao Ye, sitting on his bio-throne overlooking the global sandbox, gently pressed the "format" button.