"The Great Xia Calendar, 2077.

Skyscrapers pile like mountains; neon floods like an ocean. This is a cybernetic age ruled by an imperial dynasty... but the world’s pulse is controlled by more than just emperors.

Here, there are orthodox and demonic sects cultivating immortal martial arts.

Here, there are corporate conglomerates pursuing mechanical transcendence.

Here, there are occult agencies wielding supernatural powers.

Feng Zi’an, a hardcore Capcom gamer, never expected to get stabbed by the Yamato sword that suddenly leaped from his computer screen—hurling him into this world.

But something went horribly wrong.

The soul within the Yamato wasn’t the elegant, icy "V哥" (Vergil)...

Instead, it was the coldly alluring "V姐" (V sister?!).

And that cursed orb embedded in his chest? It unlocked his Devil Trigger.

From that day on, the martial world gained a chainsword-wielding, demonic rogue—one who carved his name into the neon-lit jianghu with a trail of sparks and blood."**

In another virtual world, there lives a game-playing gourmet who changes the world. His creations are guaranteed to be classics. The eggs in his fried rice are phoenix eggs, the rice in his braised rice is Qin Shi Huang's rice, and the meat filling in his steamed buns is made from ice silkworm meat. His creations have strict rules. If I don't let you eat it, you can't eat it. Even if you can eat it, it depends on his mood; if he's in a bad mood, you still can't eat it. Every day, his creations cause a frenzy, with even female celebrities camping out, and flying swords and spaceships deployed just for that one exquisite taste experience. —He is the devilish chef who wields an iron wok, inspiring both love and hate.

The originally backward 177 universe has evolved a power far beyond technological civilization in a short period of time, and is called "endless power" by Zero Universe, the leader of many universes.

Soon after, it came out from the 177 universe that the human race born on January 1st in the traditional biological way will surely gain endless information.

A change that subverted the state of material civilization in many universes has since begun. . . . . .

The protagonist is a person who forgets you thirty days later.

When Chen Zuo pulled half a piece of moldy biscuit from the mouth of the mutant giant rat, the system suddenly popped the window: 【 SS-level silly white sweet detected, it is recommended to recycle 】 behind the young girl with radiation cockroach shouting cute.

In order to raise this mentally retarded AI to full scale, he carried a leaky prosthetic welding gun to sweep the garbage mountain, and every time he launched a recycling system, he hurt ⁇ grin: buckle of blood value buckle, this wave I made!

When the iron skin pinches the titanium alloy gate of the high arsenal valve with a robotic arm, Chen is teasing and rubbing the nuclear waste into a peerless soldier.

The pick-up and tattered team of the all-man crazy batch did not know that the fragments of the truth of the end they pieced together are triggering the countdown to global self-destruction...

Waking up one morning, she found herself transformed into her boss, the Grand Diviner Fu Xuan. With a wave of his hand, he assigned tasks to his subordinates, then simply lay in his rocking chair and await the results. Qing Que had never imagined that the most suitable position for slacking off wouldn't be in the library, nor among the sect leaders, but at the top of the hierarchy. But could this leisurely life truly continue as she wished? "Time to work, Grand Diviner!" Looking at Fu Xuan's signature "kind" smile on her face, Qing Que felt like crying. Why can't I slack off even now that I'm a Grand Diviner?! PS: This book is also known as: Oh my god, the Grand Diviner has caught Qing Que's charm! PS2: You read that right, it's a lovey-dovey story about Fu Xuan and Qing Que, abbreviated as Fu Qing! PS3: Almost entirely unrelated to the main plot!

I'll probably be a V-level user around October 10th, after all, I've reached the word count and favorites. I'll probably go from 28 to V-level, and then I'll start saving drafts over the next few days. Please support me, and if you don't, please don't tell me. Let's part ways amicably. As a child, I was bursting with curiosity, wanting to understand everything in the universe, but I had no books to read and no one to ask. I could only pass my time in confusion and ignorance, my thirst for knowledge. As a student, I should have studied hard, but I was obsessed with novels, wasting precious time and squandering my future in confusion and ignorance. After entering society, my future was bleak. I wasted countless hours in a daze, only to repent. If, at every turning point in life, there was a voice telling me what to do, how wonderful it would be. Eighteen-year-old Bai Lu, in the midst of confusion and ignorance, communicated with her future self, and from that, her life changed dramatically! The future-communication me became a big shot, with a 100,000-word draft backlog and daily updates. The heroine doesn't have a partner, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want a relationship. However, she will discover that the man she wants doesn't exist in the world. The author is very sensitive. If you can't stand it, please leave quietly and don't tell me. Finally, this article does not contain any useful information because the author is stupid, so all the black technology is nonsense.

The flower of steel never withers, wandering aimlessly in different worlds in its iron shell, searching for a home.

"Hey Olga, we need to keep going, right?"

"Yes, Mikazuki, just keep charging forward, don't stop!"

"Yeah, Barbatos isn't stopping either—we, the Tekkadan, have to go back together!"

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!