A modern youth traveled to a time of great struggle between immortals and martial artists. He started out as a humble mountain bandit leader, with only a loli, a cold queen, three illiterate bandits and a little yellow dog around him.

Other bandit camps were besieging them crazily, and the government constables blocked the road. They couldn't get down the mountain, and they were collectively unemployed and hungry.

He thought his life could be ruined!

But he found a well, which could share and absorb other people's martial arts, without hard practice. There was no bottleneck in the realm, and every magical skill was difficult to distinguish between gods and ghosts.

So he decided to try to change his life, such as taking his subordinates to destroy a bandit camp, robbing the daughter of the prefect, and beating a head of police.

This kind of life is actually quite interesting, until he walked out of the mountains and suddenly found that there were immortals? Fairies? Sects?

Then can't I keep robbing?

After Wen Yao arrived in the Hell of Gensokyo, Shiki-sama's daily life became like this: In a singularity, discussing the meaning of death with Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld; Izanami, the goddess of the underworld, confiding in someone about her loneliness in a broken world; exploring souls and the abyss with Ash (primarily Gensokyo)... Primarily Gensokyo, interspersed with other worlds, the narrative will likely not follow the above pattern. A mix of first and second settings, the setting is not rigorous (updates will be irregular for now; daily updates will resume after the previous main story is completed; I will try to maintain uninterrupted updates during holidays). PS: If Shiki fans can't find any Shiki-sama fanfiction, they'll have to write their own. PS: I'm bad at creating summaries; this is not the final version.

Founded in the year 4233 of the Jiuzhou calendar, the Lingjian Sect has dedicated itself to providing top-tier immortal cultivation talent for millennia. Currently ranked as one of the five most elite sects in the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, its leader, Feng Yin Zhenren, serves as one of the seven executive elders of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, possessing unparalleled cultivation. The Lingjian Sect upholds the principles of peace and development, with its core values ​​centered on the pursuit of truth, kindness, and the pursuit of seed. To further expand the sect's strength and recruit new talent, a conference for immortality will be held soon, and elites from all walks of life are cordially invited to attend.

Still the original moral integrity

Still as funny

The Hong Kong comprehensive world starts from becoming a zombie.

"Dear viewers, the following World Cup team is the Xiangjiang Kung Fu Football Team."

"The first player to appear is the right forward Ah Xing. His best skills are Shaolin's Vajra Kick and Tathagata Palm."

"Left forward Chen Haonan is good at Chinese pride, but it's a pity that he can't bring a sword in football matches."

"Goalkeeper Wang Xiaolong, formerly known as Ma Jun, is a senior inspector and is good at the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

"Captain and center Xiao Zhang is one of the top ten outstanding young people in Hong Kong, the richest man in Hong Kong, and the leader of the anti-gangster group in Hong Kong. He is good at..."

(Not a plagiarist, the protagonist is an original writer) Listen, if you don't want to be stabbed by girls, you must abide by the following points: be particularly outstanding, particularly handsome, and particularly humorous. These advantages cannot be possessed anymore. You must try to avoid beautiful women, as women will only affect the speed of your sword drawing!

But what should I do if I, Hiroki Harada, have all these advantages? I am so troubled. On the way to becoming a writer, I am unknowingly surrounded by legal loli apprentices, beautiful girl samurai editors, and superstar queens?

I did everything as required but still couldn't avoid being stabbed. It seems that I didn't take enough wolfberry to nourish my kidneys. As expected, as long as my kidneys are well, I can start a harem, right?

A boy who is reborn for some unknown reason realizes that the world has suddenly become the one he has always dreamed of. Faced with this familiar yet strange world, the boy chooses to follow his dream and becomes a Pokémon Trainer, beginning a wonderful life.

(The protagonist doesn't have a system, and the descriptions are quite detailed, so the plot progresses slowly. It's more of an ensemble piece, with a variety of content including daily life and battles. Whether there will be a female lead is yet to be determined. The outline is currently quite vague, but the author will try to present the utopia in his mind. Everyone is welcome to come and support it.)

Fang Ning a lonely young man who spends his time playing computer games in his small rented apartment. One summer night , Fang Ning unexpectedly encounters a strange phenomenon. He obtains a super system, but with an unusual twist - while he gains the system, he loses control of his body. The system begins to manage his life, leading him on a path of self-redemption.

My name is Jiang Fan, the "Fan" in "Fanren" (meaning ordinary person).

I'm an online novelist, and my dream is to write a blockbuster novel, until the female protagonist runs out of the book, and everything changes...

[The update is tentatively scheduled for 6pm, and the rest is for bug fixing] [Pre-collected columns include "Script Team, I am Professional" or "My Traitor Vest Will Never Fall Off", please collect owo] - To make a long story short, my name is Yasui Nanao, an ordinary person. But I don't know how, I traveled through time and space, and met a system that claimed to restore the glory of the literary world and take me to publish articles. I didn't agree at first, but he said he could help me realize my wish, who could refuse that? So I immediately abandoned my sorcerer school in Tokyo, went to Yokohama and started writing furiously (?)... typing on the keyboard. After that, I

Wandering souls, worms scatter. Invisible things are all around me, and whispers are coming from nowhere in my ears. An abomination awaits in the abyss. It was dead silent and windless, not even the corners of my clothes or the ends of my hair could be blown away. Mu Su stared into the abyss, and the abyss was also staring at him. It was not until Mu Su took off his pants that Shen Yuan had to look away in embarrassment.