His wife was about to die tragically, his daughter was seriously ill, he was heavily in debt, and his family was penniless.
Hua Yang, who is worth trillions of dollars, was reborn. He saved his wife who had hanged herself and paid for his daughter's medical expenses.
He swore that what he owed in his previous life, he would repay double in this life!
"Wife, one day, I will take you to the top of the world!"
"Stop bragging and go wash the dishes..."
In the intersection of reality and history, who can touch the secrets hidden in national treasures?
I opened my eyes of time and saw such a world: intrigue, art, war, horse hooves and fire...
The brilliant civilization of China for five thousand years is covered by decayed paintings, rusty bronzes, and fragmented ceramics.
They wait in the passage of time, waiting to shine again and shine the world.
My name is Xiangnan, and I repair cultural relics for the country.
Framed by a coalition of nobles, the decorated war hero Farra Jago is stripped of the Count title he was promised.
Tossed aside like a beggar, the king grants him the lowly title of Baron and exiles him to a remote fiefdom in the mountains.
An ennoblement in name, an exile in truth.
Fara accepts it all with a smile. The moment he does, the ‘useless’ system that lay dormant within him finally awakens to its second stage.
Faction Bound: Jago Barony.
Kill count after your faction declares war will be counted as the host’s.
A smirk plays on Fara’s lips.
“To kill one is a crime; to slaughter ten thousand makes you a hero!”
In this chaotic era where crowns are stained with blood and thrones are built upon bones, there must be a place for me, Farra Jago!
A hundred years later, he is known by many names: The First Emperor. The Eternal Monarch. The Demon King.
When magic fuses with mecha, and steam power harmonizes with mana, a true iron torrent is unleashed upon the world.
Elves? Dwarves? Werewolves? Orcs? Vampires? Dragons? Ghosts? Angels? Demons?
When my grand army descends, there is only one choice: SUBMIT!
Those who follow me shall prosper; those who oppose me shall perish! The Empire’s iron cavalry will fight from the underworld to the heavens, slaughtering their way from hell to paradise. Where they pass, all races bow in servitude. Within the Empire’s borders, there is no dissent.
“The Elven Queen? In my eyes, she is merely skilled at singing and dancing. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Does it look like I’m negotiating with you?!”
“Have her brought to me on her knees. Otherwise, my three million iron cavalry will slaughter her city and exterminate her clan by dawn.”
“You know… I think I preferred you when you were still wild and defiant.”
The treacherous streets of Gotham, a palace buried deep beneath the sea, an eerie, forgotten castle…
When Luo Xiu stepped into this infinite world of madness and desire, the gears of fate behind him began to turn.
Twisted cravings. Hypocritical masks. Shattered souls in need of repair.
The deeper Luo Xiu delved, the more he gained—and the more the sickness within him began to fade.
And at that moment, it felt as if Luo Xiu had finally become… the real Luo Xiu.
An exciting journey through endless worlds?
No.
This is the Devil’s Infinite Game.
On a night as dark as ink, strange figures in gaudy, colorful garments march under the moonlight. Their faces are warped, frozen in eerie grins. They carry a grand sedan chair, stepping over grave soil, stained with demon blood, heading toward a den of monsters.
Among the folk, there is a chilling saying:
"When paper men bear the sedan, ghosts wail and demons howl — flee if you see them, and never draw near."
A long-lost legacy of the Zhimu craftsmen—those who craft ritual paper effigies—has resurfaced.
A reclusive youth inherits the art.
Controlling paper to kill, he hunts demons, spirits, and monsters…
Extracting their bones, peeling their skins, and crafting paper talismans to prolong life.
With paper as his blade and death as his ink—he walks the path of Dao.
Traveling through the world of immortals and heroes where demons are everywhere, Li Mu really just wanted to survive at first, but the little fox he accidentally saved suddenly spoke out and said that he wanted to promise him with his body. . . . . .
It is a story about a modern youth who travels through the world of immortals and heroes, slays demons and demons, and supports justice.
In the small world, there is always a group of people who are born with good luck but die young. As a cannon fodder, the thousand-year-old turtle Changsheng said: Whoever loves to die can die, anyway, I want to live a hundred years.
Story 1: The short-lived ex-husband in the stepmother's story...
In the seventh year of Guanghe, the Yellow Turban Rebellion erupted.
Qiao Yan woke up, bound to the strategist system with code 068, from the body of a dying girl amidst a field of corpses.
The system informed her that her goal was to become the top strategist in the realm.
Sitting atop a high mound of graves, she heard slogans in the distance proclaiming “The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky will rise.” Without hesitation, she allocated all her beginner points to her constitution.
System: ??????
Qiao Yan: Zhou Yu died at the age of thirty-five, Guo Jia at thirty-seven, Lu Su lived to forty-five. A strategist who laughs last lives longer than anyone else, like Sima Yi.
System: You make sense, but please put down the spear.
[Host has achieved achievement, dissuading Lu Bu from joining Dong Zhuo 1/1, progress reward has been sent to the backpack]
Qiao Yan: 🙂
The strategist system 068 felt that it had encountered a host that was not quite normal.
She applied to learn about farming and garrisoning.
Qiao Yan: Zao Zhi pioneered farming, was enfeoffed as a marquis, Zhuge Liang led a northern expedition, established farming in the front lines. A strategist who doesn’t know how to farm is not a good strategist.
[Host has achieved achievement, persuading Qingzhou soldiers to join 1/1, progress reward has been sent to the backpack]
She gathered Jia Xu and Li Ru.
Qiao Yan: The three giants of the Yingchuan, Nanyang, and Runan clans won’t accept me, so why not let me form my own clique?
[Host has achieved achievement, persuading Zhang Xiu to join 1/1, progress reward has been sent to the backpack]
She…
She…
She…
Strategist System 057: I envy you. You’ve encountered such a proactive host. Has she become the top strategist in the realm?
Strategist System 068: Thanks for the invitation. The system’s achievements have been exhausted, and the host has proclaimed herself emperor.
"Awesome text, beautiful and fierce female lead, collecting powerful abilities"
"Socially, I'm Sister Sheng, tough and few words, don't like it? Let's fight!"
In the year 2323, the apocalypse is approaching. Some people have awakened to supernatural abilities, and reincarnators are stirring...
Sheng An, as the new department leader, is responsible for recruiting and leading all those with abilities and reincarnators to prepare for the apocalypse.
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Sheng An: "Thanks, I have the country's mom: Sky Eye, satellite monitoring, backend authority, advanced weapons, big data, and technology..."
Sheng An: "So, dear, will you join us?"
"Chosen Ones": "Do we have a choice?"
Sheng An smiles: "You don't."
“My name is Luo Ling.”
“I’m just an ordinary high school student.”
“I always thought so, until one day… I got sick.”
“After getting sick, the world seemed to become a little different…”
The girl muttered to herself, standing before a grotesque being that was only half there. In her hand, she held the other half of the grotesque being, slowly bringing it to her mouth.
Grotesque beings disguised as humans are running rampant, flesh-eating demons cry out in anguish, and a mournful songstress chants softly, awakening something dormant in the void.
“No one can escape this.”
“No… one.”