"Introduction: [The Doctor Who Doesn't Slack Off]: Superman, your character is definitely comparable to that of ancient heroes.

[Elf of Time]: What a naive guy, although I don’t hate him.

[It's a Qilin, not a Coconut Sheep]: With such a kind and strong person, Mr. Superman's world must be very happy.

[Spider-Daughter]: There really are people like you in this world who don't ask for anything in return. It's hard to understand.

At this moment, Carl, the selfless saint that everyone in the group called him, was chewing kryptonite while watching the space invaders: "Take my advice, the water on Earth is too deep for you to handle. Let me handle it for you."

[Game Invasion + No Romance + Progression Fantasy + Slight Lovecraftian Elements]

In her previous life, Li Li was killed by her own younger brother and his circle of femme fatales because she carried one-sixth of a ???-grade [Divine Jade] .

Reborn, the very first thing she did was crawl up from the scene of the mu*der and snatch the SS-grade item [Devouring Scroll] out of a kobold dung pile—beating her outrageously lucky brother to it. Eight days later, she completely eliminated her beloved little brother down to the roots.

This time around, her soul talent had evolved into S-grade [Born Villain] . Li Li decided she would embody everything a proper villain should be.

First, she devoured the femme fatale with the SS-grade [Prophet] talent who was attached to her good little brother, faked her own death, and started causing trouble under that woman’s identity.

Locked up in her own lab? Destroy it.

Artifact that suppressed her soul talent? Grab it and use it on her brother and his femmes fatales instead.

Stumbled across her brother’s future fortuitous opportunities? Snatch them ahead of time, and along the way, inherit the SS-grade dual soul talents of the [Lord of the Dead] .

As for the other Divine Jades the femmes fatales were hiding? This time, she was going to dig them out herself.

Only a few days after being reborn, her enemies were either dead or ruined.

Li Li thought from then on it would just be about running dungeons, stealing opportunities, and waiting for the game to officially invade.

But what she encountered rapidly shattered her understanding of the game:

—A goblin whose body was hollowed out and hijacked by tent**les.

—A terrifying tree deep in a dungeon, with eyeballs growing on its leaves, each glance inflicting a flood of negative emotions.

—An [Executor’s ID Card] pulled from a pitch-black treasure chest…

No matter how bizarre and unknown the path ahead became, Li Li would survive—

And climb to the top.

Traveling through the ancient times, Lu Yun became a purple bamboo in the west, born with damaged heels.

After going through untold hardships, he went to the East to become a disciple of the Three Pure Ones.

As a result, he was ignored by Tai Shang and despised by Yuan Shi.

He became an outer sect member of Jiejiao, but was despised because of his background and was targeted everywhere by his fellow disciples!

In desperation, Lu Yun returned to the West, became a disciple of Jie Yin Zhunti, and became a disciple of the Western Sect.

Seeing his two masters shamelessly protecting him, Lu Yun couldn't help but sigh, it turns out that the most attractive one is the Western religion!!!

(Many beauties + various professional identities + coercion + system + daily life in the end times + cool story)

Betrayed by his family and burdened with debt, Fang Ming spent his days in a daze, thinking that his future was bleak.

But when I woke up, the end of the world had arrived!

Zombies roam the city, alien creatures emerge from the fog, and strange monsters hide in the darkness...

For a time, human life and money became the cheapest things, and only courage and power could be nourished in the end times.

Fang Ming looked at the buildings collapsing in the distance, the people wailing in despair, and the zombies roaming the city, but he smiled...

If the sky falls for the people in Shangcheng, then Fang Ming’s sky will soon rise!

Inside the rental house, the tall blond beauty was trembling, but Fang Ming frowned:

Wait, what is the Daily Contest?!

(Reminder: This book is mainly based on the background character settings of the special story, supplemented by animation locations, but some settings will be modified)

This year, Chiye has not yet embarked on a journey, Team Rocket is still the most terrifying organization in Kanto, Sakaki has made a lot of money, and Mewtwo is still doubting life.

This year, Gu Liu had not yet found a way to capture Serabi, and every time he was broken in front of time, he cried bitterly.

This year, Shui Wutong and Chi Yansong were only the leaders of two fan societies, worried about preaching.

This year, Dr. Oki had not yet produced an illustrated book......

This year, nothing happened, but there was a person who was born this year!

Someone: Sorry! Don't stop me from winning the championship! Otherwise, there is hello juice to eat!

Became the clown king Viego in the plot of the League of Legends event planner, and then traveled to a Terra continent full of beast-eared girls?

Isolde followed the travel, and then died again, breaking into countless pieces, scattered on beast-eared girls all over the continent?

There is no curse of ruin in the world of Terra, so if you want to survive, you must collect fragments?

As a last resort, Viego, who was full of disgust for the bad woman Isolde, embarked on a journey to collect fragments. After

going through untold hardships to find all the fragments and ensure that he would not die suddenly, Isolde, who had backstabbed him and was indifferent to him, was moved at this moment: "Viego, you actually did this for me..."

"Who asked you?" Viego looked puzzled, called W and Mudstone who were guarding the gate, and blasted Isolde out. "Bad woman, get out!"

How can women be more interesting than conquering the world?

I, Viego, don't want to be a licker!

Since Isolde was driven away, the attitudes of the beast-eared girls around Viego who had met him because of the fragments have changed.

Viego: "I treated you as my loyal subjects and led you to conquer the world. But you actually want to sleep with me???"

Beneath the magnificent appearance of swords and magic, the world is heading towards corruption and destruction.

After traveling through the Western Fantasy World for 682 years, Ye Zhi finally waited for his golden finger, a ball of light connecting to the Blue Star network!

With the divine light ball that came knocking on his door, a game connecting the blue planet and the other world was born.

Who says you can’t find someone through the Internet?

With just an exclamation mark and a few game coins, the sand sculpture player can transform into the tireless and fearless fourth disaster and expand the territory for him!

Scientific research players: Learning magic is too difficult. Come and join me in the army of mechanical evolution and use instant bullet magic that does not require chanting!

Sacrifice player: Hey, Deathrattle magic is really useful! It just kills me every time I use it, and the last thing I lack is life!

Summoning player: Do you want to challenge us all alone, or do you want my contracted beasts to gang up on you?

Story Players:

My Lord, I hear you're spying for three nations simultaneously. Have you recently shown any interest in recruiting new clients and vying to become the first of the Four Surnames under the gods? How do I know this? Isn't it common knowledge? Hey, don't run! You haven't even answered my question yet!

There are even players who are just trying to get out of being single in the game!

Hardcore Gamer: No buddy, which version of the game are you playing? I thought playing Under the Gods was all about having a life [put on sunglasses]

Farming and building infrastructure, fighting wars for supremacy!

Anyway, the continent of Eltia is doomed, so Ye Zhi will of course do whatever he wants!

It just so happens that he has been fed up with this damn world for a long time!

What era is this? Still using traditional magical instruments? Peach wood swords and talismans are outdated. We need firearms! The compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva, the AK Immortal will stroke your head, the Glock Buddha will crack your skull. Of course, if you don't like being killed by firearms, you can also choose to be killed by thunder magic. I also know a little about magic.

What? You're talking about human rights? You're a demon, how can you talk about human rights?

I just use firearms for fun. You don't really think I don't know magic, do you?

The former top wanderer was reborn as a knight and came to the early years of the disaster. Under the seemingly prosperous scene of La Rochelle, countless undercurrents are hidden. The undead invaded the border, the surrounding big countries were surrounded by powerful enemies, and the kingdom was in chaos... The mountains and rivers were broken and the wind was blowing. In this chaotic world, at the end of the prosperous era, the young knight Cyril brought the future undead queen and drew the knight's sword from the back of the lich with a majestic manner: "Hey, take my righteous backstab!"

As the blood of Red Grass soaked the veins of Blackfyre's sword, and Daemon Blackfyre's roar was cut short by a poisoned arrow—the rebel who had sparked the division of the Seven Kingdoms had actually opened his eyes a century earlier on Dragonstone.

In 97 AC, true dragons still circled the skies, the fuse of the Dance of the Dragons had yet to be lit, and he became a vague footnote in the Targaryen family tree—"the orphan of Prince Aemon, mother unknown."

The black dragonmark on his shoulder burned like a charcoal, resonating with the roar of the Glutton from the depths of the dragon's lair. The "ancestors" before him were as vivid as blades: Rhaenys the Sleepless Queen's violet eyes concealed undimmed ambition, Daemon Targaryen's "Wandering Prince" blade reflected the arrogance of youth, and Jaehaerys's "Mature King" cough carried the weight of the Iron Throne.

He had once been the "Black Dragon" who overthrew the Targaryens, but now he rode the fiercest wild dragon, the Glutton, and danced the skies with his great-grandfather of the same name. As the afterimage of the Blackfyre Sword intertwined with the dragon flames of the Glutton over King's Landing, he finally understood: his destiny, spanning centuries, had never been to retrace the bloody path of rebellion—

but rather, on the eve of the Dance of the Dragons, before all tragedy was written, to ask those ancestors who shared his blood:

The glory you bear in the name of "blood and fire," will it burn as a torch of redemption or a wildfire of destruction?

The ashes of the Red Grasslands fell into the sulfurous mist of Dragonstone. A black dragon from the future, with its rebellious claws, was prying at the most fragile link of the Targaryen dynasty.