In modern-day Tokyo, an ancient evil god has taken up "residence" inside Xia Fan’s body. Against his will, Xia Fan is forced to shoulder a divine mission: conquer the world and rebuild the cult of the dark gods.

Fraud? Intimidation? Slaughter? Human sacrifice? War?

“My lord... times have changed.”

In an era where entertainment reigns supreme, blood and violence are no longer the most efficient paths to faith and devotion. There are better methods now…

“Hello, producers. I’m a trainee evil god with 2,500 years of experience. I enjoy songwriting, composing, acting, singing, and sword dancing…”

While other gods, ghosts, and urban legends hide in the shadows, struggling to harvest scraps of faith, Xia Fan stands under a spotlight—frowning slightly at the ocean of glowsticks beneath the stage.

All he wanted was to work quietly behind the scenes as a creative producer—gain just enough popularity to keep the ancient evil god in his body stable. Helping out a few idol girls, mature diva singers, spirit-banishing shrine maidens, voice actress class reps, and starlet princesses along the way? Sure.

But when did he become the top idol in Japan?

Japanese Entertainment · Urban Fantasy · Romantic Comedy · Mythology · Idol Industry · Possession · Overpowered MC · Satire

Zhang Yunxiu was in a hurry to travel back in time to become Zhang Juzheng's youngest son.

A year later, his adoptive father passed away, leaving his family devastated; two years later, the Thirteenth Prince, wielding only a boarhide armor, rose in rebellion, embarking on his path to usurp the throne; seven years later, England defeated the invincible Armored Fleet, beginning a bloody primitive accumulation of wealth.

Fierce factional strife, land annexation, border corruption, and the silver crisis are like a sword hanging over our heads.

...

However, four hundred years later, when people opened the historical records, they were surprised to find that history had inexplicably taken a different turn in the ninth year of the Wanli reign.

In that year, the first comprehensive newspaper in the Ming Dynasty, the Wanli Xinbao, was launched, deconstructing Yangming's philosophy of mind and setting off a groundbreaking intellectual revolution.

In that year, modern medical theory was proposed for the first time, and the plague problem that had plagued people for thousands of years was contained for the first time.

That year, the gentry experienced for the first time what the iron fist of macroeconomics truly meant.

From this year onward, the already precarious Wanli New Deal unexpectedly triggered a major upheaval unprecedented in a century! Inventions and discoveries of all kinds, such as the steam engine, sweet potato, and flintlock musket, emerged one after another!

From that year onward, the headstrong Wanli Emperor became obsessed with artistic creation, and Zhang Juzheng, who had been struggling to support the crumbling Ming Dynasty, suddenly realized that his support had become somewhat weak.

Once regarded as a rebellious and absurd son, he actually managed to hold up half of the Ming Dynasty!

This book is also known as *The Chief Architect of the Industrial Revolution in the Ming Dynasty*, *Zhang Yunxiu: A Loving Father and Filial Son*, *The Living Father of the Civil Official Group*, and *My Cartoons Are More Important Than Memorials*.

(The author already has two million words of high-quality books with 16,000 words of premium content, so you can read with confidence.)

A science enthusiast accidentally traveled to a feudal dynasty without firearms.

He started to build up his fortune by being a small bandit leader.

Are stealing treasures, recruiting refugees, and fighting other strongholds the best ways to increase strength?

No, no, no, wouldn't it be laughable if a time traveler had such limited ambitions?

I've heard a long time ago how good it is to be an emperor. Of course I want to flirt with beautiful women, polish weapons, and become a little emperor too!

Throughout history, there are countless founding emperors who started from a low point. Why can't I be one of them?

The bandits start, and the advantage is mine!

Inside the Temple of Bones, a young monk in grey robes prostrated himself before the great being enshrined on a twelve-tiered lotus platform. "In this world, ghosts and demons reign supreme, monsters roam freely. Does the Bodhisattva have a way to save the world?" He had only just returned home to visit his sister, and suddenly he was asked such a profound question. On the lotus platform, the little girl scratched her head in confusion, but finally decided to ask for him. "Wait for me to return!" Centuries had passed, and the mortals in the temple were now nothing but skeletons. But on this day, amidst the roars of dragons and tigers, the Bodhisattva of Bones finally returned. With two sharp taps, the little girl struck the skull on the ground with her wooden fish stick. Two points of ghostly fire flashed, and the eerie body shrouded in tattered grey robes slowly rose. "In the East, there is a country called [Great Tang]." He pulled out two boxes of blank scriptures, and summoned a violent ape, a pot-bellied man, a disobedient monk, and a centaur. "On this journey eastward, you must overcome eighty-one tribulations before you can greatly prosper our sect and save all living beings." "May I ask, Bodhisattva, what is the name of our sect?" the demons asked in unison. "..." "Let me think!"

The zombie apocalypse is coming, and game fan Lu Xiaochen awakens the Broken Arrow system. Sorry, zombie brother, you and the bunker fly together (no saint, decisive killing, many female protagonists, cool fighting, humans will win)

The author is a newbie, so his writing skills may not be very good. I hope readers will forgive me and welcome your valuable suggestions. I will definitely make corrections and bring you good works and a good reading experience.

Reborn as the director of a television station. Since that's the case, let him lead the station to conquer the entertainment industry, dominate the internet, and become a pan-entertainment tycoon. If you, dear readers, find "Entertainment: The Television Station Tycoon" enjoyable, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends on QQ and Weibo!

【Shuangwen】【Decisive Killing】【Powerful Crush】【No Female Lead】【So Right That It Turns Evil】

Su Xiao had been holding back for twenty years before activating his golden finger.

Patience has long been exhausted!

At this point, the 749th game has a new legend!

The King of Hell is calling!

......

"Su Xiao, do all the weirdos deserve to die?"

"Nonsense, if it doesn't die, then should I die?"

......

"Su Xiao, you are still young, you must learn to hide your light..."

"Admit your mistakes, stand at attention when you're beaten. If you refuse to obey, sign a life-or-death agreement and we'll meet on the death stage!"

......

"Is it my fault that I became a weird?"

"You're a weirdo for a while, and you'll be a weirdo for the rest of your life! I'm too lazy to explain the truth to you, you don't deserve to hear it, die!!!"

......

"Humph, I'm the legitimate son of an aristocratic family, how dare you...Ah!!!"

"Damn it, I hate it most when someone shows off in front of me. I'll make you fly!"

......

Fine grape wine in a luminous cup, seniors and children are given priority for flying!

Other people’s systems: Host, develop slowly and don’t waste time.

Su Xiao’s system: Dipping beans is so cool!!!

[Western Fantasy + Multiple Female Protagonists + Lords + Farming + Darkness + Cool Writing + Lolita + Noble Ladies + Multiple Races + Decisive Killing]

The degree to which people obey power may be far beyond your imagination!

As an aristocrat of the empire, Yinan uses various PUA methods to play with the beauties.

This demon is not only lustful, but also has a disdain for life!

In order to gain more power, Yinan decided to use his golden fingers to continuously dig out more prey...

He even launched war after war just to become the supreme ruler!

Under Inan's hegemony and inducement, everyone will act against their conscience!

Mona, possessing a magical canvas, became the deity of an island tribe. He could use various drawing tools on the canvas to graffiti the world, bestowing blessings and divine punishment upon civilization. The paintbrush imbued what it painted with divinity, the palette could capture the impressions of all things, abstracting them into conceptual blocks of color. The eraser could easily erase everything, punishing civilization. On the first day, the merciful god painted a giant tree, sheltering the tribe from the wind and rain, and the people all sang praises of His majesty. On the second day, the majestic god used the eraser to wipe away the heads of the tribe's sinners, and the people all prostrated themselves in fear, learning reverence. On the third day, He attempted to try a new painting with a new color. And so, a desolate...