The sick Lin Yebai was picked up by the main god space and thrown into the death copy. He hesitated between life and death countless times, and ascended to the supreme throne with the long sword in his hand. Under the cover of the blood moon, his face was pale and his body was unstable. He was about to fall down - the monster took the opportunity to pounce...

Who knocked over the glass cup and poured it over and whose sleepless night was soaked? Who made the bow and piano messing around and disturbed Wulanyue on the river? Some are galloping in the huge mountains, some are crisscrossing between the north and south of the Traledi Mountains, and some are wandering on the edge of life and death to torture themselves about the mystery of time and space. This story is put into paper and pen, but it is just a matter of giving time to the sky, hoping that the years will be different.

My name is Liang De, I am 27 years old, not a student. After traveling through time, I live in the university town of Xiangbei City, unmarried.

Before traveling through time, I had to work overtime until 9pm every day before I could go home. If I was slacking off, I would work all night.

I smoke, perm my hair, but don’t drink. I only swear online. I don’t recharge or use pirated content. I will definitely watch the anime that men must watch. I have decided to go to bed and get up early, so I will definitely stay up until 12pm. When I get into bed, I will play with my phone immediately. I practice Taoism once or twice a week, and never save interesting anime and comic novels for when I wake up. Friends I know say that I am normal.

I am currently trying to find a way to travel back. If you are a beautiful girl or have a good idea, please contact me.

[Note: The content of this novel is purely fictional]

At the end of the magically altered nineteenth century, Zhou Qingfeng led the Japanese people to revolt; gave the Russians wholesale cuckolds; sent African immigrants to France; sent the Turks to Germany; sent Indian divine oil to the British; and erected the flag of secession in the United States.

"I've only done a little, insignificant thing, thank you all."

This is a different world dominated by cards.

Whether it is a powerful extraordinary creature, a magical weapon containing divine power, or even things like hurricanes, lightning, and flames themselves, they can all be sealed by cards. Those who have mastered the ability to control such cards are called Summoners.

You Chu, who came through with a certain card game system, was faced with the fate of being sacrificed by the villain as soon as he opened his eyes, and the only thing that could save him was the one-time card drawing opportunity given by the system.

But it doesn’t matter, everything about a true summoner is inevitable, even drawing cards can be created!

A miracle alone!

A heroic epic full of justice and passion... Well, such a story did not happen.

Dedicating oneself to protect others is noble, but it must be admitted that being a hero is not an easy thing.

After seeing the thorns on the road, most people chose to give up.

Lin Qiao is also one of the ordinary people.

People admire heroes and sing praises to heroes, but in the end, they don't want to be heroes.

"So what do you want to express?"

"Nothing, but compared to others, I am more important. As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy. If everyone else is happy, only I am suffering, what's the point?"

"And the righteous partner sounds like a nemesis for myself and my relatives and friends around me."

Lin Qiao, who has obtained the power of Kamen Rider Killbus, said so.

In general, as long as you kick the guy you don't like to death, it's OK. There is nothing that Rider Kick can't solve. If there is, then give it another shot. If there is still... then use the invincible smoke gun!

"Recast the glory of Spider, our generation has no choice but to do it!"

Shen Minghuan has been regarded as the king of the gods since he was born. He looks down on all living beings from a high position. He is admired and doted on by his tribe, and he is extremely proud. The system said: [From today on, you are the most loyal subordinate beside the protagonist! You have to assist them and help them until they ascend to the supreme position! ] The system asked: [Host, the task is very challenging, are you confident? ] Shen Minghuan thought seriously and nodded seriously: [It sounds very challenging. ]After all, he can only be a king, not a subordinate. But they should be pretty much the same...right? * "He is the person I respect the most in my life." "Only glory in the prosperous age can barely match you." "If it were you, it doesn't matter if you surrender." Shen Minghuan: Thank you for the invitation, I am just an ordinary and good subordinate. Intention: Do your best to love the world. Those who chase the light will themselves be radiant.

"Rainy Night, Overpass, Maybach."

Crash.

...

When sitting alone, he often caught himself thinking about her—the girl who had shadowed him for years. He’d imagine her barging into the restaurant, drawing every gaze, then plopping down beside him, propping her chin on her hands as she stared into his eyes.

"Buy me a cola," she’d say.

But tonight, to his surprise, another girl actually did sit next to him.

...

Blue hair. Delicate. Radiantly sociable. A checklist of desirable traits.

Yet when it came to love, she was bafflingly cowardly.

Even his unluckiest junior never got to drink their senpai’s leftovers—but Banaumi did it without trying.

Too scared to confess. Clinging to "I’m fine" while heartbroken. Binge-eating after rejection. When urged to fight for her feelings, she’d just whisper, "I hope they’re happy."

He kept seeing that other girl in her—until he blinked, and a stranger’s face stared back.

A stranger who wasn’t even the same gender.

Sitting up in shock while dying, the sixtieth man is a superstar.

From dragon sleeves to internet celebrities, from internet celebrities to old opera bones, from old opera bones to old fresh meat…

The saddest protagonist in history, Li Shixin said: Although I touch porcelain and rely on the old to sell the old, I know that I am a good old man!

This is roughly a story about using strength to interpret that your uncle will always be your uncle.