[Single female lead, game fanfiction, light comedy]

He woke up to find himself carrying only a blood-stained coat, sitting on a train bound for an unfamiliar city. Across from him, a girl was talking about inexplicable things. Fargo was completely bewildered. Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going? What should I do? Why are all the students here carrying guns?

Should an adult burdened by a heavy past become a teacher revered by his students, or return to his old profession and do what he's good at? The adult will definitely choose: I want it all! A rare opportunity to showcase his talents—whether he becomes an unknown or a world-famous figure—falls entirely on his mind, and Fargo's choice is crucial. —Kivotos, the Godfather, in a grand serial!

This book is also known as *Once upon a time in Kivotos*, *Lock, Stock and Two Machine Gun Barrels*, and *Kivotos's Promises*.

(This work is a derivative work based on the world and storyline of the game Azure Archives. Unavoidable elements include, but are not limited to, movie references, musical references, secondary settings, out-of-character (OOC) elements, and occult concepts. In case of any conflict with official settings, the official settings shall prevail. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental.)

Bad news: Soran has traveled through time, to a world where the old gods have revived and apocalypse is imminent. Good news: He possesses a cheat code, the standard system for time travelers, allowing him to complete quests and earn rewards. Bad news: Before Soran could find his footing, he fell into a medically inexplicable coma, which lasted for over a decade and was heading towards a permanent state of unconsciousness. He was likely dying, and modern medicine was powerless. To survive, Soran plunged into the mystical world. Astrology, evil spirits, witches, the undead, the ocean, flesh and blood... the supernatural exists in every corner of this world. Amidst the tide of steam and machinery, airships, cannons, and great warships are rising. Divination, religion, prophecy, and mystery are never far away. The fragile order is now a faint flame, and martyrdom...

After Su Jiu died in the apocalypse, she opened her eyes and became the most tragic mulberry-raising girl in a cultivation novel.

She sold her blood to support seven ex-boyfriends, and her skinny younger siblings had their cultivation resources stolen by those scumbags. They were either going to die or get injured in the future, and her whole family was pitiful. She was extremely disappointed in her poverty alleviation and love-struck mind.

When Su Jiu woke up, she also felt that everything was over, but she found that the photocopier and scanner she had found in the apocalypse had also come with her.

[Copy a small handful of green rice!]

[Copy it to the scumbag's sleeve!]

[Copy it to the scumbag's spiritual root!]

[Copied to the scumbag's]

"The book says I'm your fiancée."

"...Yeah, you're right."

"You're actually my husband."

"...Actually I'm Qin Shi Huang. Hey, don't do it!"

Nian Lun was sweating as he faced the fire in his backyard.

But who can resist those lovers who only have eyes for you?

As their cheap husbands, let the Shura field come even more fiercely!

...

"I like both painting and you."

"Oh my, you are so popular. I wonder who you like more~"

Isn't this a bit too fierce?

Lee Ja-sung has transmigrated, transmigrating into the body of Lee Ja-sung in the new world of the Korean Peninsula. In this life, he decides to no longer be a puppet manipulated by others; he will firmly grasp his own destiny in his own hands...

This is a story about a girl with an age gap developing into a couple. A beautiful, wealthy, and gentle mature woman meets a cute and academically gifted girl. Happy Ending. Tao Anzhi: Yan Xi, do you love me? Yan Xi: Tao Tao, of course I love you. Tao Anzhi: Then do you like me? Yan Xi: Tao Tao… I can’t…

Ye Shaobai, the third young master of the Ye Family Escort Agency, lost his mother in childbirth. His father, unable to let go of this grief, only allowed him to study literature, not martial arts. However, he was a sword prodigy. His aunt, Qing, noticing his frail health, unintentionally gave him a book of meditation and qi cultivation techniques—a martial arts treasure lost a century ago. Ye Shaobai secretly practiced according to the book's instructions, his internal energy growing increasingly powerful, and even his chronically weak constitution gradually improving. One day, he got into a fight with his second sister, Ye Mengjiao. When his father heard of this, he was furious and wanted to destroy the manual. Qing explained the manual's origins and pleaded for it to be kept. Through Qing's intervention, Ye Shaobai was allowed to secretly study it, and the wheels of fate began to turn wildly.

Lin Xu was an ordinary college student.

My dream isn't big: to find a stable job after graduation, not to pay too much rent, not to live a stressful life, and to be an ordinary but happy person.

But a phone call from his parents completely disrupted his peaceful routine:

“Your Uncle Li’s daughter, Ruoxi, has gone to your city for the college entrance exam. She’s unfamiliar with the place, so please move out of the dormitory and help us take care of her.”

Take care of me? Sure.

Without saying a word, Lin Xu checked out of the dormitory, packed his luggage, and was already planning how to show her around the city, help her find a place to live, and teach her how to avoid pitfalls.

He remembered the little girl who always followed him around calling him "Brother Lin Xu" when he was little.

I thought she was still the Ruoxi who needed someone to hold her hand to cross the street.

Until he stood in front of the carved bronze door and pressed the doorbell.

The moment the door opened, he froze on the spot—

In the light cascading down from the crystal chandelier,

Li Ruoxi wore a simple haute couture nightgown, her bare feet on an imported wool carpet, with the city skyline reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her.

This is a penthouse apartment in the most expensive area of ​​a first-tier city.

And she, with a light laugh, said to him, "You've come? I've been waiting for you for so long."

Lin Xu almost dropped his suitcase.

The childhood sweetheart on the phone, "newly arrived and all alone,"

He became the master of a world he could never even look up to.

He originally thought he was there to "protect" [something].

But reality seems like a gentle joke played by fate—

It turns out that this time, it was she who held up the sky for him.

She said, "Brother Lin Xu, it's not you who has to take care of me."

"It's me, I've finally returned to your side."

—When an ordinary young man encounters a radiant childhood sweetheart