Li Hao, an ordinary IT worker, lives a dull life. His only hobby is to collect antiques. While strolling in an antique market, he was attracted by a mysterious old man and bought a seemingly ordinary ancient jade. Who knew that this jade pendant was a mysterious carrier connecting the myriad worlds? After an accident, it activated the "Myriad Worlds System" dormant in it. However, this system is not a cold and serious existence, but a mischievous and prank-loving "bad friend" type character. It always uses various weird tasks and challenges to "help" Li Hao improve his cultivation, claiming that this is a shortcut for him to grow quickly, but in fact it often pushes Li Hao into ridiculous and embarrassing situations.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for unlocking the Wanjie system! The novice gift package has been issued: Get the 'Primary Sword Control Technique', which allows you to fly with a sword for three full seconds!"

"What? Only three seconds?"

"That's very conscientious, okay! Do you know how many cultivators can't learn to control a sword in their entire lives? Besides, three seconds is enough for you to fall from the fifth floor, just thinking about it is exciting!"

In this way, Li Hao began his journey of cultivating immortals under the "guidance" of this wonderful system. He needs to complete all kinds of strange tasks, travel between the real world and the Wanjie Xiuxian world, collect spiritual objects, improve his cultivation, and balance work and life in reality.

In this process, Li Hao not only gradually discovered his potential, but also uncovered the major secrets behind the jade pendant and the system, as well as the quietly recovering aura and hidden Xiuxian forces in the real world... A ridiculous and interesting journey of cultivating immortals begins!

Hill Terry, Crown Prince of Timeline, possesses the blood of an ancient dragon capable of controlling time, yet his eyes harbor a cold, calculating sequence that trades emotion for omniscience. His world was meant to be a tapestry of knowledge, intrigue, and controlled adventure, until an awakened Titan ruin shatters it all.

The ancient steel civilization has never perished; it lurks in the shadows, regarding the Dragonborn as its most precious "forging material" and manipulating its allies into fanatical pawns. From a desperate escape to trials in the wastelands, from court intrigue to clashes in other realms, Hill matures rapidly amidst blood and fire. He exposes conspiracies, takes in the last surviving dragon, and confronts the chilling malice from beyond the stars, seeking to reshape all order.

As the family's king gradually relinquishes his power, as his sleeping brother awakens with bewildered eyes, and as his former classmates are transformed into twisted weapons by the Titans—Hill knows he stands at a crossroads in history. In his left hand lies the Reverse Scale, inherited from his ancestors, carrying both curse and hope; in his right hand is the Eye of Truth, capable of seeing through all things and weaving time and space.

This is the final glorious era of the Dragonborn, and the prelude to the Titans' return. Hill Terry will use his wisdom and sword to carve out a future for the Time Dragons, on the chessboard of power and the battlefield of flesh and blood, for his loved ones and for his world.

A journey that has never been taken redefines the concept of life.

An unprecedented challenge and evolution opens up the thinking about life and emotions.

"Firefly City", the opposition between freedom and order, the unity of nature and technology, here, we can glimpse a corner of future civilization.

A love letter from the past, a classical game, usher in a bizarre cyberworld; a sea of ​​electronics, a mirror planet, a cloud of doubt behind the illusion of prosperity; a dark age, hidden for a thousand years, demons roam rampant beneath the veil of paradise; foolishness and blindness, billions of glories, for whom are the songs of the past quietly played? A flirtatious man from Zurich, holding a double PhD in geophysics from the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology; a rising star in the European piano world, living in Vienna; a gray ghost, a hacker, wandering the cybercity despite low blood sugar; a world-weary and aloof daughter of a prominent family, a high school sophomore, running away from home and exiling herself; the curtain rises on a mad era, and the believer Hearn, combing her hair, holds up a black umbrella, steps into the rain curtain of time...

What if one day, every spacecraft in outer space around Earth—whether it's China's Changgong Space Station or the US SpaceLink satellite constellation—were destroyed, their debris forever circling the Earth, like the gnarled rope tightly wrapped around a prisoner's neck on a gallows? Would you still be able to breathe? Could you escape unscathed? Could such a scenario ever happen? If it did, would it be a blessing or a curse? Would you choose to be imprisoned in the heavens, or break free? Waiting online, it's urgent.

On a low table not far away, a faint glow suddenly emanated from the pile of cards she had carelessly discarded on the surface.

A beam of light shone from the machine's screen, a vague door-like shadow looming in the glare. Deep within the light, a shapeless silhouette gradually approached her.

From the pale white light, a small claw suddenly extended, dangling in the air, as if grasping something. She curled up and fell out of the light, landing squarely in her arms, its entire weight bearing down on her.

"Rosaline! Lunamon missed you so much!" Before she could speak, the creature had already placed its tiny paws on her chest. When it raised its head, its bright black eyes misted with tears, as if on the verge of tears.

On the low table not far from her, the black and white machine, later known as a digital terminal, flickered for a moment before returning to silence.

...

And from that day on, her life would never be the same again. The era of tamers begins here.

This is a fanfiction based on the storyline of Digimon Adventure 03: King of Tamers, also known as Digimon Tamers.

The original female lead has some plot changes and lines, and the female lead has some gags, but the plot doesn't stray too far from the original.

This isn't a time travel story, but follows a childhood sweetheart storyline. The couple is Jianliang. P.S. Qili and Ji Liaoxiang.

It's a childhood dream fulfilled, so I'm not interested in straying into this.

Xu Ran, having already cleared Black Myth: Wukong, suddenly travels back in time and becomes the chosen one in Black Myth: Wukong's story. Gaining the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow System, he's able to once again face those malicious demons blocking his path and confront those regretful endings. This time, however, he wants to change something. Clearly understanding the path ahead, he sets out again. Xu Ran: "Fourth sister, I'm here to save your teeth!" "Guangzhi, Little Yellow Dragon, and Tiger, help me!"

Maggots feed on decay, then transform into flies; mountains of corpses and seas of blood give rise to swords of the highest order.

In the late Song and early Yuan dynasties, a distraught Song soldier awakens in the deserts of the Western Regions. Beside him lie countless gruesome skeletons, and in the distance, the young emperor he swore to protect. His past is hazy, his future uncertain. In a desolate valley, he will find an ancient palace, where he will encounter Mongols, Kazakhs, countless man-eating beasts, armored monsters, and a haunting, inescapable destiny.

I have a 1.5 million-word completed novel on Qidian.com called "Portrait of a Mask," and I sincerely guarantee that it will not be abandoned.

(Part 3 ongoing! Updated every Friday at 2 PM) This world of martial arts is becoming less and less like the martial arts world! "Under the Sky" tells the story of an unprecedented era of martial arts: imperial power has long since vanished, knights-errant are licensed to practice, enemies are killed according to the rules, and the former rules of the martial arts world have all evolved into laws. However, why are chivalry, justice, and the hearts of the people gradually fading away...?