Russell is redundant data (Redun-0) from the Onpharos simulation program simulated by the scepter. He was born in the first year of the strife-era world, embarking on the path of a healer, a path that has lasted a millennium. Until the Black Tide engulfed Onpharos, plunging the world into ruin. He came to a crystal-clear blue giant tree and touched this magical tree. "Branch of the World, do you have pity on the branches and leaves of this world? Perhaps I can grasp hope..." Every time the Black Tide destroyed the world, he would touch the Branch of the World—that giant tree that condensed memories, sealing the joys and sorrows of his past life into its fruit, and then he would enter the cycle of reincarnation again to seek hope. When the 33.55 millionth fruit, curled up among the roots on the verge of collapse, its silver hair soaked with the blood and tears of billions of dead souls. "Is salvation... truly meaningful?" As despair gnawed at the remnants of souls, the Healer heard the plea and came treading through the starlight and frost. He embraced him. "Your thirty million acts of benevolence have pierced the illusion of eternal night." "This is not in vain. It is proof of the existence of reincarnation. You shall receive this crown." "Swallow it. It is the placenta for your new life." A crimson pomegranate seed was fed to Russell. At that moment, the Imperial Scepter malfunctioned wildly, and an Envoy of Abundance was hatching within his body…

Good news: I, Sasori of the Red Sand, was adopted by the Third Kazekage, a time-traveling version of myself, after suffering the massacre of my entire family at the age of five!

Bad news: This "guardian" is a bit hardcore—daily PUA and human experimentation are basic operations, and he even forced me to develop forbidden techniques that can instantly turn dead people into figurines? Fine, I'm naturally gifted anyway.

Worse still: As we raised him, both my guardian and I entered our rebellious phase. He suddenly developed a serious illness and wanted to rule the world, his first step being to turn my entire family into specimens. Since I wanted to pursue art, not culture, I had no choice but to tearfully turn him, a culture teacher, into a figurine.

Without a guardian, I just wanted to quietly pursue art, but the whole world came to accuse me of being a moving natural disaster?

So, I'll build a mechanical utopia in the desert, with food, lodging, and eternity provided, and incidentally cut some parts to use as "indulgences."

Wait, what do you mean the Five Great Nations, Akatsuki, and Madara Uchiha all want to "adopt" me, who's been temporarily released? And they're even bringing tailed beasts and the Rinnegan with them?

Kind tips:

The final interpretation of this breeding guide belongs to Sasori Akasago.

The main text and the synopsis differ greatly in style and will not change the villainous identity of the whitewashed scorpion. If you feel uncomfortable while reading, please exit immediately.

This book was guided by Scorpion Granny and contains numerous plot points and heavily modified settings to satisfy the author's personal morbid tastes. It's a product of self-indulgence and amusement. Don't doubt it if you see any discrepancies with the original work; those are modifications made by the author to satisfy Scorpion Granny. In addition, since this is the author's first time writing a fanfiction with more than ten chapters, inconsistencies and disjointed plots are to be expected.

It tells the story of Boruto Uzumaki and Pinzhu, the son of Amaranth.

Boruto was ultimately unable to suppress Momoshiki within his body. Thus, Boruto had no choice but to use the Reaper Death Seal to perish together with Momoshiki.

Although Boruto passed away, his son Pinzhu was born just a few days later.

What will the future hold for ninjas? What kind of story will unfold between Pinzhu and the new generation of Konoha's Twelve Ninja?

[Minor Illness][Multiple Female Leads][Strong Female Lead][Dual Civilizations] "My friend, your abilities will be a great lure, so I need you to achieve my goals. Similarly, this will help us develop our own weapon," Otto said. Zhong Li Mo silently agreed to Otto's proposal, thus sowing the seeds of her own downfall. "Sister... what are you going to do to my husband?!" "I won't let you disappear again... you will be by my side forever." "You mean our husband, whom we've waited fifty thousand years for, has been stolen by a bunch of paramecia?"

He was clearly acting bravely and righteously, but was framed as a murderer by the school beauty's family.

After ten years in prison, Cao Kun, carrying many criminal secrets, is reborn back to the night that changed his fate.

Watching the school beauty's mother being dragged into the alley again by three thugs, this time, Cao Kun didn't pick up the brick. Instead, he silently took out his phone and started recording.

"Madam, I want to be a good person too, but you forced me to..."

[No romantic pairing + a comprehensive overview of the universe + no main character + a shocking spectacle across all realms + a chaotic hodgepodge]

The celestial canopy descended upon all realms, causing all the heavens to tremble!

Warhammer 40,000: The Imperium of Man is dying in the Galactic Blood War, the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne in vain, Primarchs betray him one after another, and the Chaos God whispers! Loyalty and betrayal weave a tragic epic!

Lord of Mysteries: In the mist-shrouded steam age, mortals pilgrimage to godhood by consuming potions! The struggle for the order of things twists madly, the Great Old Ones awaken silently, and the countdown to the apocalypse has begun!

Mysterious Resurgence: Ghosts and monsters have resurfaced globally, and vengeful spirits have brought a new rule of killing! Mortals fight ghosts with ghosts, harnessing evil spirits to seek a glimmer of hope! Who are the ghosts? Who are the humans? Despair spreads across the globe!

The audience across countless worlds went completely mad: "A world even more sanity-destroying than Warhammer has appeared!" "The potion pathway is more terrifying than Chaos Corruption!" "The Ghostly Rule System is unsolvable? Can the Bolt Gun solve it?" "These worlds are more insane and desperate than the last!"

When the Astartes of Warhammer encounter the mysterious Sequence Path... When the Emperor of the Golden Throne gazes upon the mysteriously resurrected vengeful spirit... Who will be the darkest and most despairing world in the universe?

Qing Dynasty: The eldest lady in the previous life, the arrogant and proud little playboy, hits people when she disagrees with them

Not double clean, avoid thunder.

Plot 1: Nalan Zhu has a beautiful face and graceful figure. She was spotted by Emperor Kangxi at first sight when she first entered the harem. Once she was favored, she was directly canonized as a noble lady and given the title Yi.

When paying respects in Changchun Palace, Concubine Yi's appearance attracted the attention of everyone in the six palaces. The pregnant concubine Uya was the first one to get restless and started chatting and talking, all of them saying that Concubine Yi was using her beauty to please others.

With a loud "slap", the unexpected palm strike shocked all the concubines in Changchun Palace. Concubine Wuya was humiliated, holding her stomach with her hands, her face full of pain.

"Noble Lady Yi has insulted me and the prince in public. I ask Concubine Niuhulu to help me."

Without waiting for the person in the lead to speak, Concubine Yi crossed her arms over her chest and glanced at the kneeling Concubine Wuya with contempt, as if the other party was not worthy of her attention at all.

"I'll hit you if I want to. Just take it. Why do you need help?"

Concubine Wuya was so angry that she fell backwards, and Concubine Yi became famous in one battle.

Plot 2: The Emperor slammed the door and left, and Concubine Yi was confined to her house for a month. Seeing that Concubine Yi had fallen out of favor, the kitchen staff deliberately withheld the expenses of the Yikun Palace.

At the end of one month, Concubine Yi dressed up and took everyone from Yiku Palace to the imperial kitchen.

Liang Jiugong ran into the Qianqing Palace in a panic, shouting, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! Concubine Yi, Concubine Yi..."

"What, Concubine Yi knows she's wrong? Well, why don't you invite your Master Yi in?"

"No, Your Majesty, Concubine Yi has assaulted someone again and even smashed up the imperial kitchen. Please go and take a look!"

Kangxi: "Are you happy with the smashing? If not, let her come to the Qianqing Palace to smash it."

"Crazy" + "Villain" + "No Female Lead"

Civilization is in chaos, the world is in chaos;

The fog descended, and strange disasters arose;

What is scary is never ghosts, but the desires in people's hearts.

150 years ago, the fog descended and only people in the seven major bases on Blue Star survived.

But the protection of the seven major bases has its limits. If left unchecked, humanity will only end up in destruction.

In this absurd world, a young man who does not belong to this era stands on an empty city full of disasters.

There is no other life here, only disasters and fog.

"Do you believe in this predetermined outcome?"

The young man laughed,

"Unfortunately, we fatalists... never believe in fate."

As the Hun's horses' hooves shattered the ice of the Rhine, the 16-year-old Roman farmer Marcus knew only two things: run, and revenge.

On the day his village burned to the ground, his parents' blood soaked his sandals, his sister's cries were swallowed by the barbarians' wild laughter. From a slave in the army to a blood-soaked centurion, he grasped the old centurion's sword and tore his way through the corrupt legions: officers fed the barbarians with rations, the emperor watched the flames of Rome drunkenly, and even the swords of Gothic mercenaries were sharper than Roman standards.

When the Vandals sacked the Eternal City, he dragged his dying sister out of the pile of corpses, but his only response was "Don't let Rome rot completely."

In 476, the last Western Roman emperor stepped down from the throne. Marcus stood among the broken pillars, the rust on his sword redder than the setting sun. The empire was dead, but the smoke from cooking stoves crushed by iron hooves, the sighs of dying veterans, the faded word "Rome" on the pages of books—he wanted to let them breathe a little longer in the setting sun.

This is not an epic about saving the world, but a story about a small person who uses his life to protect a spark of light in an era of collapse.

[Rebirth + Double Madness + Author Transmigrates into a Book + Heroine Revenges and Revolts + No CP]

Only after Yan Zhao's death did she realize that she was actually the heroine of a novel.

As the heroine, she should have had smooth sailing in her cultivation and ascension, but unexpectedly she met the author who traveled through the book and became her junior sister!

The author's primary goal in entering the book is to snatch away the life that belongs to her.

Yan Zhao, who should have had a distinguished family background and amazing talent, became a poor little boy who was neither loved by his parents after his junior sister came.

The master who loved and doted on her dug out her spiritual roots and golden elixir for the sake of his junior sister, destroying her cultivation.

The senior brother who raised her since she was a child also killed her.

Heroine? Haha, whose heroine is as miserable as her?

Thus, Yan Zhao was reborn.

Her parents don’t want her?

It’s better not to have a home without love!

Master, Senior Brother...