As everyone knows, without talent and ability, you simply can't survive in the world of crossover anime! Every day you either encounter academic geniuses who easily get perfect scores or "ordinary" high school students with billions in assets; bestselling authors and national idols are constantly blocking your door; musical geniuses are as common as stray dogs on the street! How are ordinary people supposed to live in a world like this?! "Oh, I'm not an ordinary person either? Never mind then!" Although she didn't have a system to help her, Sakura Koji was born with a family background, talent, good looks, and parents that other protagonists could only dream of. The only problem… “What’s with being born with a debuff? Will I even live to be 20?” “There are so many geniuses in crossover anime, why is everyone targeting me?!” He looked at the constantly appearing Yamada Ryo, Hoshino Ai, Kawaharaki Momoka, Hiratsuka Shizuka, Sakurajima Mai with disdain, “Hmph, looking at you is less appealing than looking in a mirror.” “Hmm? Contacting them can cure my illness? Then I have to go!” “You know, I don’t subjectively want to be a scumbag, but objectively, that might be the case.” “A love triangle, huh? That’s a bit dangerous. I wonder if crossdressing and using an alternate account could help me share some of the burden.” “I super, super, super love my XX girlfriends?”

[Foundation] — [System] — [Refreshing Story] — [Containment Team] — [No Female Lead]

Human beings have been living for 250,000 years, but only the last 4,000 years are meaningful.

So what have we been doing for nearly 250,000 years? We've been hiding in caves, sitting around small campfires, fearing things we don't understand—explanations of how the sun rises, monsters with human heads and bird bodies, living stones. So we call them "gods" and "demons," and ask them for forgiveness and pray for salvation.

Then, their numbers decreased, and our numbers increased. As we feared fewer things, we began to view the world more rationally. However, the inexplicable things did not disappear, as if the universe deliberately chose to appear absurd and inexplicable.

Humanity can no longer live in fear. Nothing can protect us; we must protect ourselves.

While others live in the sunlight, we must fight them in the shadows and prevent them from being exposed to the public eye, so that others can live in a rational, ordinary world.

We control, we contain, we protect.

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[An anomaly detected; system activated]

[Identification code: 001]

[The current top leader of the foundation has been confirmed as Wu Feng]

[Please take on the important task of the Foundation for the Reconstruction of the Universe]

[Our Last Hope]

(Monster girl + beast-eared girl + drow elf + fallen saintess + vile succubus)

Aristocrats should act like aristocrats!

A lord should act like a lord!

Combined, people should pay for their XP!

He was transported to a different world with a labyrinth and became a lord. His wonderful life began!

However, this wonderful life is unfolding in a slightly off way, but it's not a big problem. Let's keep XP stable!

Anyway, this world is a makeshift operation; once you're on stage, you might as well put on a show.

Duanmu Yan transmigrated. Knowing nothing about Solaris, he had to join Everard Bank to survive. Every day, he not only had to work intensely but also deal with inspections from his superiors. "Actually, Miss Duanmu, you're really tall." "Nothing happened between Miss Cantrela and me; I just slept at her place." "You ask who that blond guy standing so close to me is? There are two blond guys here, one is a female sports student, and the other is a magical girl. Who are you talking about, Miss Duanmu?" "Zane? Uh… my relationship with her is very pure." "By the way, Miss Duanmu. This is something Miss Cantrela specially asked me to bring you. It's supposedly her own stewed beef and potatoes; I hope you like it."… The next day, Duanmu Yan was fired for stepping into the company with his left foot first.

Transmigrating into the world of Douluo Continent, Lin Yao suffered the massacre of his entire family at the age of five, the murderer being an exiled evil spirit master. A year later, he awakened the Three-Eyed Golden Lion Martial Soul, and at that moment, the death knell tolled on the fate of the Holy Spirit Cult. He vowed to kill all evil spirit masters in the world.

Yang Jing, through a stroke of luck, transmigrated to a chaotic dynasty ravaged by war, becoming a favored peasant boy. His family scrimped and saved to support his martial arts training, but his innate talent was ordinary, destined for mediocrity and disappointment. However, Yang Jing discovered that he only needed to cultivate his martial arts techniques to a critical point to break through to a higher realm.

This means that what is extremely dangerous for others poses no risk to Yang Jing.

He is destined to rise to the highest level of power!

Ten years into his life, Xu Qingshan transmigrated to the Great Zhou Dynasty. He married a girl who had fled from war. He thought his life would continue simply like this, until he saw his wife's portrait on a wanted poster issued by a righteous sect. At first, he thought it was just a resemblance, until that very night, his gentle and kind wife secretly put ten catties of arsenic in his water vat. Unaware of this, he drank it and died instantly. When he opened his eyes again, Xu Qingshan was reborn. [First time, you were poisoned to death by your wife with arsenic!] [Second time, you were bitten to death by your wife using five-poison spiders!] [Third time, your wife acknowledged you as a good person, but casually killed you!] [Fourth time, your wife used her charm on you, and you died from overwork!] Xu Qingshan discovered that each death reverted his progress, and he received a reward for each day he survived at his wife's hands. Finally, he was killed...

During the freshman orientation class at the Royal Capital Magic Academy, a professor addressed the students below the podium: "Magic isn't just about unleashing a cheap fireball with a staff." "Potions, scrolls, runes... mastering any one of them is enough to call yourself a magician." Only one? Roy glanced at the rows of spells, magical items, potions, magic swords, and other magical creations in his mental magic database and couldn't help but raise his hand: "Professor, what if I mastered them all?" The professor turned to Roy: "Then you can call yourself a Grand Archmage."