After ten thousand years, the aura tide returns.

The prosperous Tokyo is back in the Edo period, and the ghosts travel by night.

In the desert, Pharaoh took his army to wake from the eternal sleep.

Vampires and werewolves fight endlessly on the Eastern European plains.

Witches and demons walk through Europa’s downtown.

On the American continent, seven pairs of wings of feather snakes stretch their bodies and open their eyes in the cycle of death.

Humans, falling from the top of the food chain, recalled the fear of being dominated by mythological species.

In this world where demons and demons are rampant, Li Rui glanced at the monstrous zombie phantom that enveloped him, and said to the system.

“Please give me a set of Sun Flame, Blue Shield, Bingxin, Inspiring, Fanatic, Anti-injury, yes, there are gargoyle plate armor, natural power, adaptive helmet, justice and glory…”

Then he arched his hands at the trembling monsters.

“I’m not a talented person, today is going to blast your heads!”

“Indestructible grip!” +5 health

“Dark Harvest!” Damage growth +5

“Transitional growth!” +2% health

“Storm Gathering!” +100 spell power

what? You also want me to eat these strange lines? Let me tell you! I, Li Rui, just starved to death, died outside, and jumped from here without…

System: “Health +40”

“Rua~ Really fragrant!”

PS: This book can be easily read without playing games, please rest assured to watch.

A female swordswoman just passed by with her sword above your head, and you looked up.

Seeing the female sword fairy slaying the demonic dragon in the endless East China Sea a hundred years ago is the happiest thing in the world. You feel something in your heart and gather the fruits of the years to [slay the dragon].

An old beggar just passed by you and you glanced at him.

Seeing that the gate of heaven was closed when the old beggar knocked on it with a dog-beating stick three hundred years ago, making all the gods in the sky laugh, you gathered the Taoist fruits of the years to [beat the gods].

Just now a scholar asked you for a sip of wine, and you squinted at him.

Observe the scholar who read the sword at night five hundred years ago. One person had a sword and a white shirt. On the battlefield at the border, the heads of foreigners were killed, and the anger swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. You condensed the Taoist fruit of the years [the majesty lasts forever].

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Peace and happiness come through time, this world is chaotic, and life is as thin as paper.

Fortunately, Anle can see the highlights, sorrow and anger, or helpless past events in others, and then condense them into the fruits of the years to bless his own body.

Young people practice, refine their gods, and accumulate Tao fruits.

Knock on the door of practice calmly and become a saint silently.

At the beginning, you travel to a world with advanced technology but no computer games.

After binding to the game production system, as long as you produce and publish games, you can obtain points to exchange for more powerful production capabilities.

Starting from the first generation of Titanfall, various large-scale games have been produced step by step.

Titanfall, Call of Duty, Battlefield, Red Dead Redemption, Warhammer...

Sister Zhou: "This game really opened my eyes."

Eggplant: "Damn! My light Titan was killed instantly!"

Players: "I paid to buy out the game, but the money I spent can only buy skins but not attributes. How can this be so unscrupulous? Take my money now!"

“The tyrant who dominated Galaxy was reborn back six hundred years ago.

Hey, whose child is this, how do you call my father?

Looking at the clever and cute little Lolita in front of him, Yu Yue was a little confused.

Galaxy returns, start with my dad!

Others hope that their son will become a dragon, so I will train my daughter to become a female emperor. “

From a peasant family to a family that ascends to prominence

The dark night, like an ink-soaked rag, weighed heavily on the earth. Torrential rain lashed the muddy official road like a whip, splashing muddy water that quickly gathered into torrents, rushing through the deep ruts. The air was filled with the stench of earth, the musty smell of rotting vegetation, and the lingering stench of livestock.

A battered mule cart was stuck in a mud pit, with half of its wheel buried. The mule pulling the cart was panting heavily, and even though the driver, Old Wang, cracked his whip loudly, it only pawed its hooves in vain, splashing more mud.

"Hey! Work harder! You lazy beast!" Old Wang's voice was hoarse from shouting, and the rain flowed down his wrinkled face, mixing with beads of sweat.

Li Xuan silently jumped out of the car, his shoulder resting against the soaking, cold floorboards. Icy rain trickled down the edge of his tattered hat and into his neck, causing him to shiver. He clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his exposed arms. The mud beneath his feet was so thick and muddy that every push felt like his entire leg was being sucked into the damned muck. Fifteen years, a full fifteen years! From that naive "reincarnation" with a hint of absurd expectation, to his current form as a bodyguard with thick joints, dark skin, and a drenched bodyguard, he felt like fate had pinned him down to the mud, rubbing him repeatedly. Cultivating immortality? Immortality? Those distant dreams had long been worn away by the harsh, life-threatening life of a bodyguard, leaving only this damned, mud-soaked car and a burning pain in his shoulder.

When Yun Mo was overturned when extracting General Lei Shen, he was slashed by General Lei Dian Na Xiang and fell to Teyvat, losing his left arm.

But it was a blessing in disguise that he awakened the power of Sparta.

With the Yama Sword in hand, General Lei Dian and Kamisato Ayaka, who were not available in the previous life, are now waiting for me to capture.

The Fatui and the Abyss Cult are coming?

Predict their actions in advance.

The Heavenly Justice Maintainer wants to wipe me out?

Capture the Seven Gods and see how you can wipe me out.

Eula: "And me, and me."

Yae God: "Do you know how soft a fox is? Are you sure you don't want me to enter your harem?"

Ying: "No, this is my person, you all stay away!"

The journey of the original god's harem begins.

In modern-day Tokyo, an ancient evil god has taken up "residence" inside Xia Fan’s body. Against his will, Xia Fan is forced to shoulder a divine mission: conquer the world and rebuild the cult of the dark gods.

Fraud? Intimidation? Slaughter? Human sacrifice? War?

“My lord... times have changed.”

In an era where entertainment reigns supreme, blood and violence are no longer the most efficient paths to faith and devotion. There are better methods now…

“Hello, producers. I’m a trainee evil god with 2,500 years of experience. I enjoy songwriting, composing, acting, singing, and sword dancing…”

While other gods, ghosts, and urban legends hide in the shadows, struggling to harvest scraps of faith, Xia Fan stands under a spotlight—frowning slightly at the ocean of glowsticks beneath the stage.

All he wanted was to work quietly behind the scenes as a creative producer—gain just enough popularity to keep the ancient evil god in his body stable. Helping out a few idol girls, mature diva singers, spirit-banishing shrine maidens, voice actress class reps, and starlet princesses along the way? Sure.

But when did he become the top idol in Japan?

Japanese Entertainment · Urban Fantasy · Romantic Comedy · Mythology · Idol Industry · Possession · Overpowered MC · Satire

The game comes to reality, opening the era of job change!

Su Yang changed his job and became an ordinary fighter.

But unexpectedly found that he was also a level 99 black dragon boss?

The first time you tried to connect to the boss, you encountered a level A guild directly?

Facing those job changers who were fully armed to the teeth, Su Yang casually spewed out a mouthful of black flames

【Sweet Shuangwen】

Others spend money when they fall in love, and Chu Yao makes money when they fall in love.

Get the [Love God System], every time you spend a dollar on sister paper, you will get a hundredfold return.

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Sister paper: Brother, I know you love me, but can we not be so prodigal?

Chu Yao: You know a der, I am a money-making machine with wooden emotions, and you are just a tool man.

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