[Jinyang Little Princess Li Mingda's Daily Life + Double Wear + No System + Cute Baby + Group Pet + Princess Changle]

A jade pendant begins the journey of the little princess of Jinyang to the 21st century.

Jiangnan: Whose baby is this? So cute!

Candy, cakes, cars... We must have what other children have.

Little Princess of Jinyang: Brother Jiangnan wants seven and more.

Flashlights, solar energy, and other 21st-century daily necessities became popular in the Tang Dynasty.

Empress Changsun: This child has been raised in vain.

Li Shimin: Is your little cotton-padded jacket leaking air?

Li Lizhi: Why am I only thirteen years old?

Nobunaga Hanyu, a transmigrator from China, discovers subtle differences in this two-dimensional world when he resolves to live a normal high school life. The greedy, grinning Tomoya Aki? The ruthless Hachiman Hikigaya? The seemingly nonexistent D-Ta Azusagawa? ... A daily life deviating from its original course, the bewildered heroines. The Phantom Thief of Hearts arrives to set things right! You think I'm here to pick up girls? Sorry, actually I'm here to beat up idiots. (I'm telling the truth, I'm not a chuunibyou.) Note: The heroine is an upperclassman (the real upperclassman).

Ding! Your stomach is mutating! Mutation successful, gaining the skill: Fragrant Mouth. Special Effect: Fresh Breath +10, Speech can calm the mind and treat various mental illnesses! Your kidneys are mutating! Mutation successful, gaining the skill: Continuous Fighting. Special Effect: Combat +20, Endurance +20. Ding! Your penis is mutating! Mutation successful, Length +10... "No, any longer and it'll [reach the stomach]!" Chu Fan said hastily. ...

[Lighthearted humor + ensemble cast + quintessential playboy + cunning + outrageous tactics]

"What! The manor sold the spirit mine, the marriage certificate, and even the sister-in-law?"

Looking at the thick stack of IOUs, Yun Ji, who had just transmigrated, pointed to his heart and said, "Please give me a price for my conscience. I'll sell it for money."

Transmigrate into the body of a notorious gambler and embark on a life of debauchery.

He swindles his enemies, deceives his creditors, kidnaps powerful figures, cheats demons, and is ruthless and cunning in his pursuit of wealth.

Seize the grotto, steal the spiritual veins, slay the prodigies, the sleeping fairy, devour the beast and cover the sky with one hand.

You weren't there when the sun set, but who are you now that it's rising again? Should cultivators keep a low profile? No! Cultivating immortality is about stirring up trouble and shaking the world! What do we cultivators have to fear from a single wave?

[No female protagonist, business development, globalization, cross-industry, growth system]

How do you evaluate the youngest richest man in the world on the Forbes list?

Time Economy: "The whole world is working for Song Jiang!"

Master of Peace: "Thank you Song Jiang for your congratulations for peace. The world is very peaceful now!"

US: "Damn it! China is too despicable! He is using the biggest economic sanctions to try to get Tengsheng to withdraw from the US market!!"

President of Sakura Country: "Mr. Song, please come here to open a branch!"

China Media: "According to a survey, 90% of college students in the country hope to join Tengsheng after graduation!"

...

"Mr. Song, what do you think of the online comments?"

"At first, I just wanted to make a little salary."

Chen Mo a game designer got sent to a parallel world with advance technology but undeveloped game concepts.

Watch as he redefines the world’s gaming industry with the games he remade from his old world.

[Courtyard House + Historical Setting + Farming + Space + Face-Slapping + Daily Life] Xu Damao, with the same name, travels back in time to a courtyard house in 1962, becoming a legendary doctor. He battles wits with Sha Zhu, discusses morality with Yi Zhonghai, schemes against Yan Bugui, and discusses the code of honor among thieves with Bang Geng. He embarks on a remarkable life aboard a train of the times.

The cell is the dantian and the cell nucleus is the golden pill.

There are countless cells and countless pubic fields.

Infinite division, infinite clone.

Every cell is a world, and every golden core is a planet.

When all cells merge, there is a universe.

This is Cell Cultivation!

【Light and funny】【Group portrait】【Urban daily】【No system】

I am a morally bankrupt zombie.

I am a cold-blooded and cruel killer.

I am a student with bad behavior.

I am a domineering star.

I am an immortal obsessed with lust.

I am a scholar who has lost all humanity.

…

I want to kill myself! I want to live! I want to escape from this world! I am plotting a conspiracy to destroy humanity! I want to be the savior admired by everyone!

I'm not crazy... Oh, by the way, we are the same person, but we come from different time and space.

Qiao Wen traveled to a different world, where there is a ritual called "Summoning the Heroic Spirit"...

"Everyone, listen to me! Yesterday I summoned a Minotaur. Even though he was a little bit stupid, guess what? His attributes were ridiculously high!"

"Tsk, what's so great about a minotaur? Last time, my luck really exploded. With one single shot, I summoned a master of the Sword Sect. In this world, that is a rare existence!"

"Sword Sect? I think calling you ancestor is more appropriate. Yesterday I saw with my own eyes that you mistook a long knife for a sword and gave it to someone else. You were hung on a tree and beaten!"

"I...I didn't do that. How can you slander someone's innocence like this?!"

As the pub gradually became filled with a cheerful atmosphere late at night, Qiao Wen, who was drinking and socializing with the opposite sex in a corner, suddenly felt someone poked his head.

When he turned around, he saw a blonde beauty looking at him with a smile.

Three pairs of wings of light were faintly visible behind her. Although the woman was smiling, she was not laughing.

The pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak narrowed slightly, as if asking him something.

——Why haven’t you come home yet so late?