[Non-Soul Transmigration] + [System Novel] + [Multiple Female Leads] Demonic races lurk, eyeing the world with predatory intent. The Siren Empire surges forth with overwhelming force. The Dark Dimension harbors ambitions. Totems vanish, humanity scrambles for power. In this turbulent world, how can one secure a glimmer of hope? Qin Yuan transmigrates to the world of Full-Time Magician and activates a daily check-in system…
[A combination of the "Peaceful Path" style, the "Invincible Path" style, the "Disciple Training" style, the "Mastermind" style, the "Anti-Routine" style, and the "Information Gap" style]
[Not a wish-fulfillment story]
Having transmigrated to the world of cultivation, Chen Changsheng became the Holy Son, the object of everyone's attention.
Having died from overwork in his previous life (996 work schedule), he vowed never to engage in such involution again in this life!
So, after activating the Great Dao Laying Down System, he decisively gave up the position of Holy Son and found a mountain to live a life of leisure.
Grow some vegetables, raise some fish, and your cultivation level will rise like a rocket. Isn't this a great life?
But the system is forcing him to take on apprentices!
Fine, I'll take it.
result……
The eldest disciple is a reborn empress, obsessed with revenge, and constantly scheming how to make her master her backer.
The second disciple is a fellow villager who transmigrated, and he comes with a defective product system. He firmly believes that Chen Changsheng is his great-grandfather and tries to take advantage of him all day long.
The third disciple is a reborn Dao Ancestor, and he always looks at Chen Changsheng with a gaze that says, "Senior, you've been hiding something very well."
The fourth disciple is the protagonist of the "useless" genre; he thought the protagonist took him in as a disciple out of pity...
Looking at this group of troubled children burdened with great fortune, Chen Changsheng felt utterly exhausted.
I really just want to be a useless person!
Please stop making things up and stop causing trouble, or I might accidentally... kill your enemies again!
One day.
A boy who looked like a little adult appeared in a Taoist temple.
Looking at the back of the Taoist priest who was famous in the surrounding county, he said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "My name is Qiao Feng, my father is Qiao Sanhuai, and I come from a neighboring town. I humbly request that the Taoist priest accept me as his disciple!"
Upon hearing the sound, Lin Dong, the Taoist priest in Qingfeng Temple, was completely dumbfounded, and his worldview shattered on the spot.
Lin Wanqiu, an orphan with embroidery skills passed down through her past and present lives, and with the strong support of the Spirit Silkworm Clan, carved out a niche for herself in the Huayao Dynasty. Just as her career was flourishing, she was repeatedly harassed by people out of jealousy.
But no one knew that this seemingly helpless orphan had the most powerful backer in the entire dynasty—the emperor's younger brother, the regent who held immense power.
Empress Dowager: My son finally fell in love, and he dares to deceive the one he loves! May his entire family be exterminated!
Emperor Hua Yao: My younger brother has finally come to his senses. Anyone who dares to ruin his plans will have their entire family executed!
Princes: Little Imperial Uncle is "an old cow eating young grass," that's so unfair!
Princesses: How dare you mess with the Imperial Aunt? Bullying her is tantamount to making an enemy of this princess!
The court and the public were in an uproar.
The men were puzzled: Wasn't it said that the Regent was a homosexual?
The women were shocked: Wasn't it said that the Regent had difficulty having children? This rumor is about to be completely overturned!
I was supposed to be invincible when I transmigrated to another world, but I ended up becoming like a power bank. Well... a personal power bank, really.
At a comic convention, Otonashi unexpectedly encountered an adorable little octopus preaching, but made a sarcastic remark, and then found himself transported to the Naruto world.
Not only does it lack a system and bloodline, but it also has something resembling an octopus's mouthparts on its body...
The good news is that this thing can eat anything!
Whether it's animals, plants, or various elements, you can extract energy from anything you eat, and it can even strengthen your body and evolve your life level.
The bad news is that this thing replenishes what you eat...
Are the Sharingan and Byakugan strong? You'll grow as many as you eat!
Are tailed beast chakra strong? Then you probably wouldn't mind having a few more tails, right?
Are Devil Fruits powerful? Would it be okay to have more markings on my body?
In order to survive better, Otonashi has no choice but to forge ahead on an indescribable path of distortion.
Otonashi: "Don't let my usual respectable appearance fool you, actually I..."
gurgling sounds (tentacle wriggling sounds)...
In the Heisei era, as people gathered outside the bookstore, fervent fans, clutching the latest issue of Weekly Shonen Jump, debated the iconic figure of the brilliant Showa era. "Takehiko Inoue, who ignited a basketball craze across Asia; *Slam Dunk* influenced an entire generation." "For mainstream success, it has to be Akira Toriyama, the pinnacle of shonen manga, who created *Dragon Ball*." "This topic can't forget Tsukasa Hojo, a representative of realistic manga; *Cat's Eye* and *City Hunter* pioneered the 'urban thief' genre..." "Then... what should this person be considered?" A young boy timidly raised his hand, pointing to the man on the bookstore wall poster. Suddenly, thunder roared, and in an instant, dark clouds blanketed the earth... Everyone looked on in astonishment. The bookstore owner stepped out, gazing at the gloomy sky: "That's the shadow that looms over the entire Showa era!" Eiichiro Oda's close friend, Masashi Kishimoto's mentor, a new generation of manga god comparable to Osamu Tezuka—Satoru Akiyama! —Save money version: Reborn in the bubble era of 1994, starting as an apprentice, I gradually became a top comic artist and even a leader in ACG culture worldwide, beginning with "Young Magazine".
(Anti-Shi Tang, Anti-God Realm, Harem) Xu Tianran wakes up to find himself transmigrated into the body of the unlucky villain of the same name in the Sun Moon Empire. Just as he's about to start over in despair, he discovers a Dust Song Pot beside him. "Long time no see, old friends. Let's seize the power of the evil gods high above!" The moment he sees the Dust Song Pot, Xu Tianran knows what he must do.
(Group: 1167525622, I don't check private messages, please contact me via QQ if needed.) Back then, Rhodes Island didn't exist, and the Tower of Babel still soared into the clouds. From the first day Chen Mo brought the Tower of Babel back, Kal'tsit felt there was something wrong with Chen Mo, and a serious problem at that. Chen Mo claimed to be an archaeologist, digging things up and selling them, running a small business. But the problem was—he was selling fluorescent light tubes and motion-activated lights to the Sarkaz angels. He was selling the old and new Bibles and crosses to the Sarkaz demons. He was selling wool to Caprini's sheep. [Sakura Cat]
When I woke up in a strange bed and found myself in the world of *Fast & Furious* as Lin Hao, I knew everything was different. The timeline is set at the point where Dominic Toretto returns to the racing world after the death of his beloved Letty. Armed with advanced modification knowledge and racing skills comparable to Don, I resolutely plunge into this vortex of speed, family, and danger. My goals are clear and unwavering: to integrate into the Toretto family, gain Don's trust, and become close friends with Brian, Mia, Letty… every figure etched in my memory. Then, to reverse the inevitable tragedy—to prevent Letty's "death," to bring back Han's smile, and to ensure the family flag is no longer stained with endless sorrow. From high-speed chases through the streets of Los Angeles to deadly missions across the globe, and finally facing an even greater threat… this time, I will hold the steering wheel, with the roar of the engine as my battle song and the tracks of the tires as my paintbrush, to redraw our own version of speed and passion!