Shen Muke, a travel enthusiast, transmigrated to another world. Although the journey wasn't pleasant, he still longed for a wonderful adventure in this new world. "But why [this land]?!" Thus, Shen Muke, with his love for travel, could only try his best to improve this world and create a better living environment.

【First Life: Born as the son of a marquis, you were labeled a remnant of the Witch King. Your parents were brutally killed, and you were cast into the streets.】

【That day, having lost everything, you made a vow—to use blood as your ink and the nation as your canvas, and let your shadow consume the rule of the Twin Empresses!】

【Second Life: You grew up in a bizarre little country called Xelagar. One day, you overheard the Elders’ Council conspiring with political rivals to frame your parents and wipe out your family.】

【To save yourself, you secretly trained deathsworn assassins and scattered them across the world. You bore infamy, usurped the nation, and became the tyrant king of Xelagar.】

【Third Life: You and Goletia became Deep Sea Hunters, but you discovered that the Hai’zi weren’t born cruel. It was Argor’s arrogance and hubris that had made them enemies.】

【Yet Argor remained rotten to the core—corrupt, stagnant, and plagued by infighting.】

【This is no longer a normal government. It’s time for drastic measures.】

【How can Argor ever be fixed with those parasites running it?】

【You decided to form the “Heart Unity Society,” centered around yourself, secretly plotting a takeover. You believe you alone can restore Argor to its former glory!】

Chen Qi: “Essence of Yan Nation culture, your system clearly needs some love—why are all the scenarios straight-up hell-mode?!”

But before Chen Qi could even launch his “Love System TV,” the girls from the N timelines he’d simulated—each having witnessed his tragic pasts—had already surrounded him.

“I’m just here to simulate the future and save Terra. What… what do you all want?”

Arknights + Minecraft (I guarantee that reading about only one of them won't affect the reading experience). Lin Yuan, a guy who knows the plot, came to the continent of Terra. He thought his biggest advantage was his precognition, but he never expected that his cheat was not so simple. Someone installed a Minecraft quest book for him, and the MODs that supplemented the quest rewards made Lin Yuan's otherworldly journey "wonderful". "Sister Ghost, let me tell you, as long as I find the forging template and some Nether alloy, it will be no problem to increase your Hannya's hardness to another level!" "Huh? Sister Ghost? Hoshiguma? Hoshi Sir? Don't go! You have to believe me!" "Chen Sir, this dragon breath actually has nothing to do with you! I'm really not a pervert! To put it another way, there are more than just you as a dragon in Terra! How can you assume that this dragon breath is related to you!" "Dr. Kal'tsit, you can't distrust my medical skills just because I'm a blacksmith!" Don't worry about the principles yet, but I can guarantee that this apple is an absolute panacea! Limited base content? Then let's try installing some mods!

The doctor is dead.

It was only then that the operators belatedly realized how overwhelming and deep their love had been.

Don't let love come too late, and don't regret not saying "I love you" to your loved one.

Caring for PhDs living alone, but do we remember love?

Lin Luo, equipped with the Minecraft mod system, transmigrated to the world of Arknights. He discovered that he wasn't the only one who had transmigrated; his former silly groupmate from the game group, Kazimierz, also appeared. A knight, engulfed in flames and known as the Lord of Cinder, appeared. On the frozen tundra of Ursus, amidst the legend of the Reunion Movement's massive southward march on Sarkaz with countless Apocalypse Tanks, a sharpshooter who could regenerate health simply by breathing appeared. Along the Iberian coastline, the Inquisitors watched in horror as swarms of insects preyed on the Sealings. And in the southern suburbs of Victoria, Lin Luo excitedly crawled out of the ruins of an assembly line: "The Philosopher's Stone of equivalent exchange, obtained!"