[Online game, soul transmigration, unconventional plot, fantasy cultivation, dark universes, slow pace]

A mysterious game has arrived, bringing humanity the hope of ascending to immortality. Everyone is frantically vying for the opportunity to become an immortal, unaware that the game world is a petri dish!

The evil forces use the world as a sandbox, using games to raise all living beings as livestock, providing them with billions of sustenance!

The world groans, humanity must save itself! A mysterious force is orchestrating an eight-hundred-thousand-year-old plan…

Witness how Wang Fei, chosen by the rules and now living on a data-driven Earth, will break free from this predicament! End this dark reign, shatter the rules, and create a better world!

[Starting with a beat-up train, all the school beauties in the class beg me to take them!]

When they woke up, the whole class was transported to a post-apocalyptic train game.

Forty-two girls were crammed into the icy carriage, while I was the only boy in the driver's seat.

The system has determined that I should be the train conductor, and I've even awakened the SSS-level talent [Super God Modification]!

While others are trying to survive by gnawing on tree bark, I'm eating instant noodles in my car.

The school beauty and class monitor awaken a C-level talent and want to negotiate?

"Come in and kneel down to wipe the floor."

The rich girl is dissatisfied and wants to cause trouble?

"Open the door and throw them out to feed the monsters."

While other train conductors risked their lives for a sip of water—

My shower system has hot water 24 hours a day, and the school beauty knelt down and begged me to grant her a chance to take a shower.

When the enemy launches a night raid to steal the car and women—

I modified a steam cannon, and the 300-degree iron torrent scalded the invaders into cooked meat.

"Su Ming, there are so many monsters outside, we're scared..."

I pulled the accelerator and looked at the trembling girls behind me:

"What are you afraid of?"

"From this day forward, I am your end of the world."

"If you listen, you'll get meat. If you don't listen..."

I pressed the cannon button and smiled:

"Turn into fuel."

[Dark Apocalypse + Tyrant Development + Absolute Domination]

From a dilapidated train carriage to a steel behemoth sweeping across the apocalypse!

Maggots feed on decay, then transform into flies; mountains of corpses and seas of blood give rise to swords of the highest order.

In the late Song and early Yuan dynasties, a distraught Song soldier awakens in the deserts of the Western Regions. Beside him lie countless gruesome skeletons, and in the distance, the young emperor he swore to protect. His past is hazy, his future uncertain. In a desolate valley, he will find an ancient palace, where he will encounter Mongols, Kazakhs, countless man-eating beasts, armored monsters, and a haunting, inescapable destiny.

I have a 1.5 million-word completed novel on Qidian.com called "Portrait of a Mask," and I sincerely guarantee that it will not be abandoned.

[Space-based inventory storage + flood-themed card game + female protagonist capable of both good and evil with no taboos + no romantic pairing]

[Warning: This is an isekai (otherworld) story. Do not read this if you are not a Chinese person. The female protagonist will hoard food and supplies, but this is insignificant compared to what she gets outside the world. Please note that the female protagonist is ruthless and vicious, and will stop at nothing to achieve her goals. Please consider carefully before reading. If you are under 18, please choose other books. If you are dissatisfied, you can criticize the female protagonist, but please don't criticize the author (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)]

In the tenth year of the apocalypse, floods submerged 90% of the continent. What's the point of playing around?

Tired, time for some gas.

Bai Xingyun really wanted to give up.

Mutant fish monsters, torrential rains and floods, plus enemy bounties to hunt them down.

The abyss-level difficulty level had been endured by Bai Xingyun for ten years, and just when he was about to finally avenge his great grudge...

She was wiped out, but thankfully she was given a second chance.

If I could live my life again, of course I would...

"Give me the spatial necklace!"

"What?! Give me your golden card!"

"Is this building in your name? Give it to me!"

"Bring me everything—airplanes, tanks, and large ships!"

Seeing that Bai Xingyun was taking things that were getting increasingly outrageous, a tourist flyer was slapped in her face.

"What? The largest tourist island on Mountain Star!"

Bai Xingyun's eyes lit up.

A huge crisis!

While others hoard only food and drinks, Bai Xingyun hoards even land!

[Note: This is an original work set on a mountain planet in another world. Do not incorporate it into Earth.]

The protagonist, Ling Ji, was a lowly slave in a primitive civilization in his previous life. In that cruel world of cannibalism, he witnessed his fellow citizens being treated as food by the powerful and playthings by alien forces. He suppressed his humble longing for warmth and, with his extreme cunning and ruthless methods, meticulously planned and destroyed half of the primitive civilization's world—a "liberation" he offered to his suffering compatriots, and the grandest art in his eyes. His only regret was failing to drag the other half of the world into annihilation. A gift (or malice) from an unknown entity led him to be reborn in the 41st millennium of the Holy Empire of Humanity, reduced to a serf in the Nest Capital. The decay, brutality, and cannibalistic nature of this world are exactly the same as in his previous life. What will Ling Ji choose to do now?

War, war, war, endless war.

Khorne cares not for intrigue or loyalty, but only for endless violence and the art of war. A brilliant massacre where the few triumph over the many, a valiant charge against a powerful foe, is more likely to earn the Blood God's favor and blessings—for example, weapons igniting with an inextinguishable demonic fire, or bodies growing larger. Conversely, avoidance, cowardice, or the use of "dishonorable" means may lead to the loss of power or even being devoured by one's own comrades.

I am Conrad Coz, the Primarch of the Midnight Lords of the Eighth Legion.

An unexpected event freed me from the constant nagging of prophecies, but the price was that I became a woman.

They also acquired a suit of armor that was among the best even in the Golden Age.

Whether you are the Chaos Astartes of evil gods, Space Marines loyal to the Empire, or any other heretics or aliens, if you dare to block my path, I'll make sure you suffer the consequences!

Children! Let the galaxy burn!

Upon traversing Warhammer 40K, Livy awakens the "Soulless" trait, becoming the most despised warp insulator in the entire galaxy.

Bearing nothingness, merging with the dead.

It uses living metal to forge a body and imprisons the Star God as its source.

Transformed into the Silver Reaper, Li Wei vows to crush the endless sea of ​​insects with forbidden power, causing countless evil gods to fall in trembling fear.

In the Warhammer 40K universe at the end of the 41st millennium, the Imperium of Man is decaying and fragmented, its sectors are fragmented, the infiltration of Chaos forces is intensifying, the Tyranids' devouring fleets are approaching the borders of the Imperium, the Necromancer tombs are awakening one by one, and the Orks are still waging wars throughout the galaxy. The entire galaxy is shrouded in the heavy shadow of "the enemy of mankind".

The protagonist, Lin Yuan, comes from Earth in the 21st century. Due to an accident, he is caught in the warp turbulence and travels to the Cadian star system on the border of the Empire. His cheat ability, "Psionic Creation," is deeply bound to the psionic system of the Warhammer universe, but he also faces the fatal risk of being corrupted by chaos due to the erosion of the warp.

Within the steel cage, Chang Yang's consciousness awakened within his shattered body. The glory of the Black Sanctuary had been tainted by torture, replaced by the resilience of another soul. Deep within this blasphemous Sword-class frigate, whispers of the warp surged like a tide, only to shatter before the barriers of his thoughts. Only one cold, cunning voice was an exception—not for corruption, but to offer a blood-paved stairway to divinity.