This is my first time writing a Pokémon fanfiction. Don’t let me draw it, my hands are clumsy (I’ll learn later)

Note: This book is set in an urban setting. The protagonist is the heir of a noble family, so it's impossible for him not to find a wife. If you like Shangwen, please avoid it.

PS. Female lead: Shen Liluo

Once you travel through time, you inexplicably come to the world of Pokémon!

Did you originally major in research?

Read it!

Man, we gotta fight!

What?

My dad is a superstar and he wants me to follow in his footsteps and give me a superstar-level treasure?

NONONO, how can the king be worthy of my status!

Must start with a championship!

No, at least he has to be a quasi-god!

What?!

Dragonite is too fierce! Gengar is too evil! Mimikyu is too scary! Megazord is too social!

So I don't look like a good person?

Knock on the sack!

That's them!

It's not me, okay?!

System: Ding! Congratulations on inheriting four Dark Altars and becoming the Lord of Darkness!

Serea: Huh?

System: Ding! Suitable vessel selected. Implanting in progress…

Serea: Hmm?

System: Ding! You have obtained your initial class — Blood Queen (Blood Altar), and gained your basic building unit — Blood Well!

Serea: Wait a minute!

System: Ding! You have obtained your second class — Undead Queen (Death Altar), and gained your basic building unit — Plague Graveyard!

Serea: I said wait a second!

System: Ding! You have obtained…

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In short, this is a story about a girl (very mysteriously, of course) who casually inherits four dark altars and is thrown into another world by an unscrupulous system.

[Transformation + Cultivation + City + Orange + Relaxed and Funny + Academic Master + Cool Writing + All-Rounded Beautiful Girl]

A casual paper made professors in the alchemy industry kneel down and beg for more information.

Tickets for an academic lecture on formations are hard to come by even for emperors and powerful people.

The refining materials she mentioned were sold out overnight.

The high-priced medicinal herbs in the Lingzhi Garden were reduced to dirt-cheap prices thanks to her technology.

The loaches in Lingshou Mountain were also cultivated into real dragons because of her.

......

A top student? Sorry! She's a genius! A woman who stands at the pinnacle of all disciplines in the entire world of immortal cultivation.

He is also the most powerful cultivator in the history of the immortal world.

[Chopping trees + Cultivating immortals + Unknown strength, becomes stronger when facing a stronger opponent + Pets + Data stream]

Everyone travels to a world of woodcutting and cultivating immortals. At the beginning, there is only one tree. Cutting down the tree can drop food, equipment, skills, and construction materials.

Lu Yao was blessed by heaven, and every ten axe strikes he made would result in a critical hit.

While others were still hungry, Lu Yao had already achieved the freedom of having big meals, with each meal being different.

While others were still worried about being attacked by wild beasts, Lu Yao had already made high-quality equipment, making killing wild beasts a piece of cake.

While others were still feeling complacent about their ordinary-level skills, Lu Yao already had so many heaven-level skills that he couldn't keep up.

The thousand-year-old fox is very powerful? Catch it as a pet, fight outside during the day and fight inside at night.

Can the Earth Demon Bear's severed fingers be reattached? Catch them and keep them in captivity, chopping off a bear claw every day to cook and eat.

The NPC saint is unruly and willful? She just needs a maid to warm her bed.

……

One day, when I participated in a survival challenge, a group of NPC examiners stood in the clouds.

Seeing other survivors: These scumbags, don’t let them leave alive.

Seeing Lu Yao: Damn, why is this big devil here? Can we still get away alive?

[Apocalyptic Natural Disasters + Rebirth + Dimensional Space + Stockpiling Supplies + Ruthless, Not a Saint + Farming + No CP + Lone Wolf in the Apocalypse]

The beginning of the disaster was marked by a sudden snowfall in a southern city that had long experienced high temperatures. While people were still basking in the joy of this rare moment, the snow kept falling—heavier and heavier—eventually burying the entire city.

What followed was a total breakdown: power outages, water shortages, and food running out. Dark thoughts began to fester in people's hearts, and societal order gradually collapsed. Food, medicine, and the homes humans once relied on for survival all turned to nothing under the onslaught of the catastrophe.

After being betrayed by her lover, Xiang Yu is reborn to the early days of the apocalypse. With memories of her previous life, she unlocks her inherited dimensional space and begins frantically hoarding supplies—food, water, medicine, seeds—anything she can think of, she stores in her space.

The protagonist's only "golden finger" (cheat ability) is the dimensional space and her five years of survival experience from the previous apocalypse. She struggles to survive from the perspective of an ordinary person, mainly relying on zero-cost scavenging to stock up supplies.

When Ji He first transmigrated, she thought she had landed in a tycoon-building storyline. She threw herself into making money, dreaming of counting cash until her hands cramped.

But then—plot twist—it turned out to be an apocalypse survival script.

She wanted no part of it.

But what could she do? Better a miserable life than a glorious death.

So Ji He went full survival mode: working by day, digging tunnels by night, and diving into dungeons whenever she had time. Her motto? If it won't kill me, I'll scavenge it—if it might kill me, I'll still try. She crammed everything she could into her inventory space.

Before she knew it, she had somehow turned a doomsday survival game into a business management sim.

Every time he goes to sleep, he will enter a game’s Ultimate Boss’ body.

He’s the Sleeper of R’lyeh at the bottom of the ocean, the Great Old One in the game, the master of the dream that makes one fall into madness—Cthulhu!

Due to the rising of the game, more and more fanatics call upon His name. There will be a strange item at home every time Ke Meng wakes up. It’s quite a trouble for an unboxing video creator like him…

"I am the Herrscher of Dominance, The Herrscher of Legion."

"There are thousands of me."

"Thousands of me who can think in sync yet independently."

"Thousands of me who can infinitely revive."

"Isn't this clearly a BUG-level learning and growth system!?"

"...Wait, let me emphasize that it's a learning and growth system, not a clone dating system!"

"What do you mean I'm a Bride!?"

"I never even thought about anything weird like a harem! I'm serious! So, you weird women, stay away from me!!!"

Traveling to become the Succubus Interrogator of the Demon Army, lazy Lolth just wants to hang out in her interrogation room, and research food, but the demon king keeps sending her big shots like the Elf Princess, the human empress, Lady of Light and her knights, and the Great Sage for her to interrogate…

Originally, she wanted to communicate in a friendly way with them, but Lolth found that these captives seemed to have some serious problems in their minds.

Elf Princess, “Succubus? Oh no, am I going to be turned into a shameless s*x s*ave!”

Empress, “Using food to try to make me surrender? Grr… just kill me! I will never surrender!”

Lady of Light, “Darn succubus, even if you whip me, **** me, and tie me up to humiliate me, it won’t work!”

With a heavy heart, Lolth could only scribble and fabricate wildly on the reports she submitted to the demon king.

Lord Lolth, thanks to your crucial intelligence, the Demon Army has achieved great victories!

Lolth: What’s going on, I made it up!

The silver-haired and red-eyed girl held Barrett, a heavy sniper taller than her body, and the whistling bullets broke the goblin's head and stained a large area of yellow sand red; A she-dragon descends from the sky and asks him to be her bride

Real men like cute girls; Real men should have fun exploding. A real man should smoke Ivan. A real man should wear women's clothes....

Hey? Is there something not quite right?