Ai Zhen, a rich second-generation from Blue Star who was suffering from cancer, died together with the enemy who killed her parents. Ai Zhen, the neglected eldest granddaughter of the Xingxing family, had just successfully upgraded her mental power when she was disturbed. On the way to break through again, her spirit dissipated. The soul of Ai Zhen from Blue Star penetrated into the body of Ai Zhen from Xingxing, and she successfully upgraded again, becoming the healer with the highest potential!

[Gender Change] + [Venomous Tongue], considering whether to post with other goddesses (mainly worried about not being able to pass the review)

Dasha Chen becomes a cannon fodder in Marvel, witnesses Frank's massacre, and is seriously injured, activating the [Shaper] cheat code - she can transform by touching the goddess's items!

Looking at Shiranui Dasha Chen Wu, Uncle Fa couldn't stop his nose bleeding.

Uncle Fa: Dasha, are you dressed like this to kill your opponent or to give him a buff?

Ghost Spider-Gwen: Dasha, as a vigilante in the dark, you need to wear a mask.

Dasha: God has given me such an exquisite appearance. Would it be right if I don’t show it to my brothers?

Thor's party attracted aliens? Call his mother to come and get them!

Looking at the purple potato army opposite

Dasha carries the Asgard greatsword: It’s not a big problem, just use physical force to save her.

Uncle Fa: Target locked, no one left alive

Wu Ya was reborn as a raven, hoping to follow the flock and explore the vast landscapes. However, a sudden change occurred, and mutant creatures descended upon Earth, altering the food chain with their unique abilities. Fortunately, Wu Ya could grow stronger through hunting, increasing his own strength and leading the raven flock in battle. Killing stick insects enhanced his stealth. Killing young ospreys increased his attack power. Encircling owls improved his night vision. Through relentless hunting, Wu Ya led the raven flock to continue its dominance of the skies.

When Tang Long, an engineer, was developing Unit-01, his love chip malfunctioned, causing his love level to reach the highest level.

In order to obtain Tang Long, Unit-01 begins to set up a scheme step by step...

This book is purely a sweet romance novel; it has nothing but sweetness.

There were no knives, and no cows.

This is a story about a woman who lives off a man; the female lead is very strong, but she protects the male lead.

If you, fellow readers, find "When My AI Girlfriend Becomes a Yandere" enjoyable, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends on QQ and Weibo!

When you're a "Nightmare Creature, Shadow Creature, Dread Lord, Half-Infernal Creature, and Multi-Headed Creature," it's hard to be a good person. When you're also a red dragon, you can only be an evil dragon. ... Having crossed over to a red dragon, Iorius, able to stack templates with reputation, has since become a ruthless cheater, losing all sense of morality. ... He thoroughly read the "Legendary Level Manual," understanding the basic components and principles of legendary spells, and can reverse engineer them to apply them to conventional magic systems. Mages leverage power with knowledge, ✘ mages leverage power with formulas, ✔... He has a template editing panel, allowing him to add templates with reputation. White templates: Nightmare Creature, Shadow Creature, Dread Lord, Gigantamax, Mutant Creature! Green templates: Ruthless Stalker, Fey Creature, Half-Infernal Creature! Blue templates: Chosen One, Divine Aspect! Purple...

Good news: Fang Suichu has transmigrated to a world brimming with spiritual energy, waking up to find himself within a sect as a newly initiated disciple, complete with a system. Bad news: This immortal world is fake. The so-called immortal path here is closer to Chinese Cthulhu mythos, involving the cultivation of various bizarre curses. Furthermore, the so-called newly initiated disciples are actually being sold to these strange sects as cultivation materials. Even worse news: Fang Suichu's system genuinely believes this to be a legitimate world of cultivation.

This is a medieval fantasy novel about a pioneering lord. It has all the fantasy elements you could want...

Kill enemy upgrade system + insect nest explosion + intelligence flow

[Western Fantasy] [Noble Lord] [Fighting Magic] [Dragon and Knight] [Plane War] [Vampire Werewolf] [Decisive Killing without Saintly Virtue] [Slow-burn Farming] [Killing System] [Pseudo DND + Pseudo Cthulhu]

The plane war has begun, and the era of conflict is coming.

Dragons are roaring, demons are howling, new gods are rising, and old gods are falling.

"The nations of the continent call me the Gravedigger of the Kingdom, the Holy See calls me the Blasphemer, the demons of the Abyss call me the Executioner, and the gods of other planes call me the Plunderer.

But why are my knights and subjects singing praises of me as the most generous, kind, and secure lord they have ever met?"

"Actually, I don't like war. I'm just using it to build a piece of land that belongs to me."

I walked forward in the darkness, and finally forged the Iron Throne with blood and bones to rule over everything.

I want you to understand that the so-called gods are nothing more than more powerful life forms. As for that ridiculous justice, only the victors are qualified to write it!

From the Lord of Purgatory to the Throne of Glory!

——King of Slaughter, Lord of the Continent - Zeda Wales War Quotes

The introduction is weak, please move to the main text.

The early stages are slow to warm up, mainly because the worldview is large and there is a lot of foreshadowing.

It's not brainless, it doesn't lower the intelligence, and it doesn't torture the protagonist. It's all about the process of a protagonist slowly rising up and conquering the continent.

I am a lord, the son of a duke, and the king's favorite nephew. What's wrong with raising some loli?

Did my loli eat your rice?

Sleeping in your bed?

Did he hit your child?

Or did you push your head into the pit?

What? I've done it before...

Hey, hey, they are just children, why are you competing with them?

In this way, adults should deal with adults' affairs. You come to me and we will go to the duel stage.

Don't worry, I'm weak and I don't know how to use magic. I definitely can't withstand your sword.

You don't have to worry about what will happen if I die in your hands.

My mother, the goddess of magic, will never fire a city-level spell at your front door, and my father, the duke, will never use a dragon's breath to annihilate your house. My uncle, the king, will never massacre your entire family. The people of my territory will never raze your castle to the ground.

What do you mean by "being a scoundrel"? When your child was rude to me, you kept saying that he was just a child and that I, an adult, could not argue with a child.

Do you know you are wrong? That's right, goodbye~

He left, didn't he?

Well, my dear sister, brother wants to eat fish...

Waking up to find himself in an American comic book world, he becomes the mastermind behind everything using blank cards, freely customizing prop cards, character cards, scene cards, and identity cards. From the Predator to Tomie Kawakami, New York is engulfed in bizarre cases. Recruiting begins in Milwaukee, mutants join Vought International, and who will be the next superhero reality show star? Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. captures an alien meteorite containing a time machine that brings crucial information to the Earth Guard: "The cosmic overlord of Endgame has launched a superhero extermination plan." "To ensure final victory, there is only one way..."

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"