At the beginning of the Fifth Era, the Dayless Catastrophe descended. The Silver Court collapsed into a pale silhouette, time ground the empire into dust, the Sea of ​​Origin still roared, the boiling tide gnawed at the boundaries of reality day and night, washing the fragments of civilization into sharp despair. After dark millennia after dark millennia, the banners of the Three Sages were also broken in the twelfth expedition. The Iron Father's furnace was as cold and silent as a tomb, the philosophers' treetops shed tears of blood, and the pioneers' torches hissed and turned into blue smoke in the rainstorm. From then on, the world was completely divided, the city-states were isolated from each other, and there was no time for unity. ... "We will set out from now on, along the Corridor of Dawn, through the triple rings, unite all the city-states, and launch another expedition to the dark world. - Swear to end the long night."

In the late autumn of 1900, the British writer Oscar Wilde passed away at the Hôtel d'Alsace in Paris. His close friend, Robert, handed the manuscript of his novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, to a mysterious gentleman. Over a century later, a Chevrolet Impala galloped across the ancient lands of North America. A young man from London gazed up at the stars and began a long, endless hunt. Vampires, werewolves, alchemists, wizards—countless aliens and fallen creatures knelt before the black figure. Another late night, silver swords clashed with fangs, sparks flying. "Hello, my name is Dorian L. Gray, a hunter in the employ of the Conspirators." The young man smiled gleefully, decapitating the ugly head—and pulling out the arm that had pierced his heart. "As you can see, the only thing I have in common with my ancestors is this—we,...

There are three thousand great ways, all of which can lead to sainthood. In ancient times, heaven and earth crumbled, saints fell, wars raged, and the Daoist tradition collapsed. Of the three thousand great ways, only one remained: the Dao of Painting. Originally the least prominent of the three, yet, after thousands of years of inheritance, the Dao of Painting has become the only Dao! Draw a tiger, and you will possess its power. Draw a bird, and you will soar through the blue sky. Draw a fish, and you will dive into the abyss of the sea. ...————————The completed "Super God Modeler" is available for pre-order at 17,000 yuan, quality guaranteed! PS: My new book "Dark Lord" has been released, and I'm looking for your support!!!

Jiang Qiu was transported to a fused world of anime, where he lived a relaxing and relaxing life. In this world, he witnessed the Kaiba Entertainment Group launch a new Duelist tournament, a new film funded by Integrated Sports was released simultaneously across the country, the Camelot Group launched a new round of investments in Fuyuki City, and a summer concert hosted by the Paradise of the Past. There were no dangerous incidents, no horrific bloodbaths; everything seemed remarkably peaceful and harmonious. Until one day, the system, which had been loading for so long within Jiang Qiu's mind, beeped: "Ignore the risk and continue installing. Multiple versions of Jm, bk, Eh, Pv, Pb, and X have been integrated, officially launching the Paradise Project." He suddenly realized that he had come to this world to fight. There were entrance battles, rooftop duels, gym wrestling matches, night raids on the ward, and library control. There was no retreat, no compromise, only pure bloodshed and bloodshed, fighting to the last drop of blood!

[Meisa vest boss ✖ noble and indifferent commander]

Transmigrating into the interstellar world, Yan Huan went from being the prestigious base commander of the seventh district to a miserable cannon fodder.

He was framed, his family was destroyed, his father suddenly changed his attitude and hunted him down, which led to his mother's tragic death in her arms and his uncle's death from serious injuries. After witnessing the tragic deaths of his relatives, the original body eventually died with hatred in its heart.

However, the culprit rose to prominence by stepping on the corpses of all the members of the Yan family. He was sought after by everyone, gained both fame and fortune, and had a happy ending.

In order to seek revenge, Yan Huan hides her identity and plots secretly.

The mysterious pharmacist, the man behind the food business, the number one mecha operator... When the identities were revealed one by one, everyone was surprised to find that he had already become the person they looked up to.

There was only one person who was at loggerheads with each other at first sight, neither willing to give in. However, later on, the entanglement deepened...

[You are dead.] [Automatically rewinding to the latest save file...] The goblin Dolly opened his eyes. This time, he was full of confidence, for he had proven his only path through repeated death. "Yes, it was me. A professional adventurer named Dolly who saved your daughter." "Father! He's a goblin—he's the one who kidnapped me!" The old marquis's thoughts of taking a son-in-law were completely shattered. He slammed the table in anger, smashing it with his hand. "Catch it!!!" "Impossible—this conversation is over. It's clearly not like that!"

Summary: Qi Heng's idol is Sun Wukong. After traveling to the world of Journey to the West, he unexpectedly became Tang Sanzang. What the hell is this? It turns out that this journey to the West is all conspiracy and gambling. I, Tang Sanzang, swear to make all the Buddhas disappear into thin air. ... ... Liu Er: Master, I am real, and he is fake. Sun Wukong: Okay, you are real, go and obtain the scriptures from the West. Tang Sanzang: Come, I will give you this scepter and cassock. You must shoulder the great cause of the Western Paradise. Liu Er is confused: Who are these people?

In Southeast Asia in 1996, a small, humid town was filled with torn souls: they used their wounds as eyes to see the divine madness behind the world.

The alien creature in a yellow raincoat wanted to become a human, so it blended in with them.

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Monsters sign for a cooking course

Write on the back of the tape:

"Please don't let Doudou find out

Our brains are better suited for jam"

Cultivators must survive nine levels of thunder tribulation, warriors must break through the shackles of their physical bodies, and magicians must build elemental temples. The protagonist's system can enhance three abilities regardless of the rules.

Is this normal cultivation? No, no, no, it's all about quirkiness, nonsensical antics, and dry humor!

[Live broadcast system + main spell return]

[No CP in the main text + all-round (friendship, love) + cheat code needs to be developed, strongest in the later stage + OOC warning]

When he opened his eyes, the unemployed college student Zhou Congxue traveled through the mountains behind the Zen temple and became a specially appointed technical consultant for Kyoto High School?

Curse Returns: 1st Round: Traveling back to 1996, before the story begins, Zhou Congxue originally wanted to be a casual streamer, but the situation changed too quickly. Disillusioned with the feudal world of curses, he took on a grand goal and was forced (?) to embark on a path of openly collaborating with Lao Juzi while secretly fighting against him. (Completed)

Pluto Mythology: During the years I was studying and training in the Sanctuary, if I didn't have enough combat power, I would just do logistics. (ing)

Curse Returns 2: Ten years later, the original plot line is still going strong. She gathers her strength and punches Tengen and stomps on his brain to end the thousand-year cycle and fate, rectifying the curse world and letting the young people get the youth they deserve.

Curse Return if-line 1: Become a passerby in the Death Migration, how to survive the entire process and achieve the ending where everyone survives. I'm next to fight Sukuna? Really?

Curse back if line 2: Opening my eyes, I was in the Panxing Sect, and the days and nights with the leader became a plastic companion. The X Sect was just a passing phase, and the orthodoxy was my destiny.