Wei Xing, having graduated with a Master’s degree, accidentally transmigrates to another world. Unknowingly, he has already been marked as a cultivation cauldron, surrounded by danger. On one hand, he uses a modern scientific research mindset to explore cultivation; on the other hand, he uses spiritual power combined with item refining methods,

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The stench of blood and the phantom echo of a butcher’s knife were Wei Xing’s last clear memories of Earth. Now, only agony remained. Not the dull ache of a hangover, but a searing, full-body violation. He gasped, eyes stinging against the harsh glare of an unfamiliar sun, the world swimming in a dizzying haze. Where were the familiar high-rises, the rumble of traffic? Only weeds reclaiming a dilapidated monastery met his gaze.

Then came the flood – memory fragments, alien yet intimate, crashing into his consciousness. Sweat-slicked bodies, endless moans, a gaunt face twisted in simultaneous pleasure and pain, ruthless killers in red robes, and a desperate flight ending in… this. Nausea roiled within him. This broken, emaciated body wasn’t his. Ribs protruded like ridges on a starved animal, bruises painted his skin alongside disturbingly intimate marks – hickeys? – mocking his non-existent love life. A tattered robe, stained crimson, barely concealed his nakedness.

He was trapped. Not just in a strange place, but in a strange, violated body. Panic, cold and sharp, sliced through the pain. The scientific truths he clung to shattered against the impossible reality. He was an anomaly, a ghost inhabiting ruined flesh in a world that felt ancient and hostile. Hunted, wounded, and utterly alone, Wei Xing’s journey began not with heroic resolve, but with a guttural cry of pain and the desperate, primal need to survive whatever nightmare he had stumbled into. The path forward was obscured by blood, conspiracy, and the chilling realization that his old life was irrevocably gone, replaced by a brutal existence where his very nature made him prey.

For everyone who appears before me, I can choose whether to copy all their abilities to myself, or to copy the entire person and make the copy a servant who absolutely obeys me - this is the ability I have.

I have always chosen the first copy, after all, I am not interested in servants in reality.

Until one day, I suddenly discovered that I have another ability, that is, I can travel to the fantasy world through computers and mobile phones.

[Homelander x The Boys x Marvel Cinematic Universe]

Mark has transmigrated into Homelander from The Boys. Now he faces a dilemma: should he follow Vought’s arrangements and play the role of a perfect, smiling, traffic-generating hero, or embrace being the Homelander who does whatever he wants and doesn’t eat beef?

While wrestling with this choice, Mark finds himself transported to an orange-yellow desert. With his X-ray vision, he spots a nearby base where a bearded white man lies on a bed frame, chest exposed, barely clinging to life. It’s Tony Stark!

Mark realizes his greatest cheat isn’t his superpowers—it’s the ability to dual-traverse between worlds!

[Invincible + Sword God + System Abuse + Fast-Paced]

Lu Chuan was supposed to transmigrate to a high-martial world, but due to a screw-up by a dumb system, he ended up in a cultivation realm instead.

To prevent its host from getting killed, the dumb system forcefully locked Lu Chuan away for 100,000 years.

Unable to adapt to the cultivation realm’s template, the system could only have Lu Chuan practice sword techniques from the high-martial world.

100,000 years—an entire hundred thousand years—later, Lu Chuan had become the ultimate Sword God...

…and also a complete lunatic.

A teenage prodigy, Su Yang was betrayed by his fiancée and kept captive as a blood slave for three years. His Supreme bloodline was drained, his tendons severed, and he was discarded into the Demonic Beast Mountains to await death.

However, the appearance of a mysterious black stone saved him from the brink of death. From that moment, he began cultivating the Sacred Battle Art and created the Ninefold Star Transformation Technique. With it, he annihilated his enemies and seized destiny itself.

Thus began his path of endless bloodshed and unrivaled domination!

[No heroine + no sword + crazy criticism + high energy throughout]

It is said that there is a Taoist temple in the world, and there is a piece of soil in it.

As long as you treat people as a "seed" and plant it in the soil, you can become an immortal.

Li Shiwu has been searching for immortals for ten years, and finally found the Taoist temple, and planted himself in the soil...

This is a world full of evil immortals.

Be careful!!!

[Release Ba Bi]

[Reward: Immortal body (from the Undead Forensic Doctor)]

[Release Jiang Tiansheng]

[Reward: Portable space]

[Release the Great Commander of Eagle Sauce]

[Reward: Armory (all the military equipment of Eagle Sauce)]

Ye Tianming traveled to a world where countless Hong Kong movies merged, and became an intermediate forensic doctor in the West Kowloon Region. And awakened the [Crime Elimination System], as long as you eliminate the guilty, you can get rewards!

"Some people say that the society has the final say after 12 o'clock in Hong Kong, but in fact this statement is wrong."

"Because in Hong Kong, as long as it gets dark, I have the final say!"

In the darkness, Ye Tianming turned his back to the neon, waving the sickle symbolizing death, reaping the sins!

He had lived on the edge—mixed with gangs, worked as a pimp, and even as a hitman.

Ruthless and cold-blooded, his hands were soaked in blood.

By his own admission, if he were ever caught, being executed a hundred times wouldn’t be enough to atone for his crimes.

But one day, an accident hurled him across the stars to a planet called Beidou.

When a soul hardened by life and numb to death awakens in the body of a spoiled wastrel named Luo Yi, a new chapter begins.

In his past life, he had no choice but to do whatever it took to survive.

In this new life… he just wants to be a good man.

I am a Herrscher. God has gifted me with crystal. Endless ice condenses, snow covers the land, and I am the king of eternity. God has allowed me to take his brocade robe, and granted me the wine of death, sweet dreams, and the king of tranquility. Life is not easy, the Herrscher sighed. It is not easy to be a pseudo-Herscher these days. One needs to be assessed to become a formal Herrscher. God is so stingy, no wonder there are no Herrschers to work for Him. With two cores in hand, I have the world to decide for myself. I stand up... Wait, I remember I had other Herrschers before? Where did they go? ?.? One rebelled and the other died? ??? Well, I think the big job of destroying the world requires careful planning, so I might as well start with hiding my identity! Anyway, I