Lin Jin, who transmigrated into the world of Detective Conan, discovered something amiss with his dreams. In one dream, he unleashed a barrage of attacks on Ran, but the next day, she lost her match due to a muscle strain. He dreamt that Eri Kisaki was investigating a case of female assault, and he offered to help, cooperating in reenacting the case, which gave Eri a breakthrough the next day. He dreamt that he trained with Sun Wukong, and the next day he had eight-pack abs. "It's a pity dreams are random, otherwise…" Lin Jin felt quite regretful. If he could, this thing would be far more useful than time stop.

Transmigrating to a steampunk fantasy world, Gallo only wanted to use his cheat system to live a peaceful life as a "human search engine." While others toiled in factories, he sat in cafes, making a fortune daily through "knowledge navigation." While geniuses at the Imperial University of Technology were struggling with their papers, he could read through classic texts in minutes and pinpoint the core issues. Professors were amazed by his talent and treated him like an honored guest. But Gallo knew in his heart that what he learned with his cheat system wasn't just knowledge to change his fate. There were also those... terrifying memories about warp space.

Chen Fan transmigrates to a bizarre fantasy world where countless strange creatures wreak havoc on the human realm after nightfall.

He became an architect by using the built-in Night Lord interface, gradually building his own camp on the wasteland.

Strange fires, city walls, sacrificial towers—one building after another rose out of thin air, and his fame gradually spread throughout the entire Jiangbei region.

Until—

When the "ultimate catastrophe" descends, countless crazed monsters wreak havoc on humanity, plunging people into misery.

A Great Wall stretching across the continent rose out of thin air!

...

"This is the Eternal Night Continent."

"My territory."

My name is Xiangzi, the Xiangzi who pulls a rickshaw.

...

The Great Shun Dynasty collapsed, and the whole country rejoiced. Inside the city, all was peaceful; outside the city, refugees swarmed like ants.

A half-moon hangs eternally in the sky, and countless steam-powered airships drift by.

On the ground, ancient families, spanning thousands of years, coldly watched as warlords fought to the death over those colorful ores.

At this moment, Xiangzi, who was supposed to be executed, suddenly woke up after his death and even had a panel that could awaken a profession.

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the profession of coachman.]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the Martial Arts profession]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the cultivator profession]

......

At first, I was a third-class rickshaw puller, and they called me Xiangzi.

Later, everyone in Beijing had to call me "Master Xiang".

Mystery, despair, pain, decay—the world is heading astray, and I know not where to go. I have arrived in a world that is heading towards its end, fraught with danger and devoid of hope. I can only rely on the mysterious blood mark on my body to constantly deduce and evolve various skills, trying to find a way out of despair.

[Comedy + Crime Solving + Superpowers + No System]

Chen Mo, a struggling author, accidentally joined the Superpower Regulatory Bureau while going downstairs to buy instant noodles, thus stepping into the world of superpowered individuals.

"What's your ability? To become rich!"

"And yours? Fire manipulation! Both are amazing."

"What? What is my ability? It's pretty, pretty ordinary, I guess. It's just that I can eliminate your superpowers."

Through a series of supernatural cases, Chen Mo gradually matures. As the layers of the world's secrets are revealed, Chen Mo discovers that his superpowers seem to be getting stranger and stranger.

"But don't be afraid. I, Chen Mo, have overcome countless dangers, not because of any superpowers, but because of my brilliant mind and extraordinary charm. Don't you agree?"

Inside the prison, countless criminals sent there by Chen Mo raised their middle fingers.

Despite being condemned by everyone, Chen Mo didn't care. As the Minister of the Superpower Integration Department, this was the weight of the crown he had to bear.

Sometimes, however, Chen Mo's thoughts would drift back to that afternoon when he went downstairs to buy instant noodles.

What a waste of such a good box of instant noodles.

Ice and snow sealed away civilization, and storms extinguished steam—this was the post-Victorian era when a prosperous steam-powered civilization was destroyed by the harsh cold.

As a bishop banished to the frigid north by a mere decree, he fights for lost power, forging a fortress of faith amidst blizzards and apocalypse, guiding lost sheep through mercury and steam.

“I am not a shepherd, I am just a psychoanalyst who couldn’t find a job and was looking for another one.” — Bishop of the St. Lucia Winter Cathedral, Diocese of Speyside, the prayer master of the seven northern cities, the gatekeeper of Eden, the enemy of the frost giants, the remnant of the golden age, the keeper of the secrets of the old civilization, the spiritual mentor and psychiatrist of legendary knights, archmages, kings, popes, the poor, and wanderers. Siren Dellandt said this.

When someone with the means of thievery arrives in a strange world, who is the hunter and who is the prey?

When I was Sequence Nine, I didn't mind if you called me Xiaozhou, but now I'm Sequence Four, what should you call me?

Sorry, I answered incorrectly, but there's still a reward: a pair of monocles.

From now on, please call me the King of Angels, "Amon".

Moreover, heaven and earth are the furnace, and nature is the craftsman; yin and yang are the charcoal, and all things are the copper.

One day, I will let the furnace fire that refines the world be replaced by the flame that belongs to me

"Doctor, for the past ten days, I've been hearing someone calling my name in my sleep."

“Mr. Huang Tian, ​​you are hallucinating.”

“I’m sure I heard it.”

"Then you have anxiety somatization."

"Anxiety somatization?"

"Anyway, you're fine, don't worry. Just don't smoke or drink, go to bed early and get up early, and relax, and you'll be alright."

"..."

On September 5th, I went to see a doctor, who said I had no illness whatsoever, which put my mind at ease. However, that afternoon I was laid off from my job.

On September 6th, I tried not to think about anything before going to sleep, and I actually slept soundly until dawn. However, when I opened my eyes, I was horrified to hear someone calling my name. This was the first time I had heard these voices while fully awake.

On September 7th, I didn't sleep all day and looked haggard because I kept hearing ghostly calls in my ears, day and night.

On September 8th, I was overjoyed because I discovered that I could not only turn off the voices calling my name, but also see the scene of the people talking about me—could I be a god?

September 9th…

Some time later, just when I thought my superpowers were over, I vaguely heard tens of thousands of people shouting in unison, "The heavens are dead, the yellow heavens shall rise."

I was stunned: Is this also the Yellow Heaven?