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Good news! The game is up and running! Bad news, while other players play the game, I get played by the game. Bai E had reserved "Galaxy Online" only to find himself turned into cannon fodder artificial human within the game world. High-dimensional demons, endless swarms of insects, the crisis of intelligent machinery... Universal pests running rampant, and Bai E even has to face a fourth catastrophe—players. Confronted with these things, even the soul won't find peace after death. Finding a place to bury oneself first seems like the most prudent way to die. Wait, what's this? 【Lucky Strike: Tenfold critical hit, maxed drop rate, a single strike for 999! Current charge: 100/100 (Note: Equipment depends entirely on drops, free trade for all.)】 Bai E: "Initially, I refused to struggle for survival in this crisis-filled Galaxy World, but then I gave it a try, wow! The drop rate is really high!" (PS: Players who have been cut by the leek can also have a process they are passionate about. Come play a game, protagonists, players, us...) ```

Gute Neuigkeiten! Das Spiel läuft! Schlechte Neuigkeiten, während andere Spieler das Spiel spielen, werde ich vom Spiel gespielt. Bai E hatte "Galaxy Online" reserviert, nur um festzustellen, dass er in Kanonenfutter, einen künstlichen Menschen innerhalb der Spielwelt, verwandelt wurde. Hochdimensionale Dämonen, endlose Schwärme von Insekten, die Krise intelligenter Maschinen... Universelle Schädlinge, die außer Kontrolle geraten, und Bai E muss sogar einer vierten Katastrophe gegenüberstehen—Spielern. Angesichts dieser Dinge findet nicht einmal die Seele nach dem Tod Frieden. Einen Platz zum Begraben zu finden scheint zunächst die klügste Art zu sterben. Warte, was ist das? 【Glücksschlag: Zehnfacher kritischer Treffer, maximierte Droprate, ein einzelner Schlag für 999! Aktuelle Ladung: 100/100 (Hinweis: Ausrüstung hängt vollständig von Drops ab, freier Handel für alle.)】 Bai E: "Anfangs habe ich mich geweigert, in dieser krisenreichen Galaxie-Welt ums Überleben zu kämpfen, aber dann habe ich es versucht, wow! Die Droprate ist wirklich hoch!" (PS: Spieler, die betrogen wurden, können auch einen Prozess haben, für den sie sich begeistern. Kommt, spielt ein Spiel, Protagonisten, Spieler, wir...)

"Do you take this beautiful maiden before you as your lawfully wedded wife, the one you will cherish till you breathe your last? "asked the marriage official. "Yes, I..." The groom was unable to finish his reply when the whole place shook and a scary-looking woman appeared not far from the soon to wed couple. "I do not agree to this marriage," the lady said and then raised her hands to the roof and shot 4 beams of light. The whole place began to shake and guests ran away for their life. How did it come to this situation? Why is there an objection to this marriage? Find out in this interesting mystery thriller romance story that will keep you glued to your seat. --------- The cover isn't mine. All credits to the artist. Your votes, comments, and reviews are appreciated.

Jin and Jennie are industry icons who despise each other. When a corporate merger forces them to play the "perfect couple" for the press, their professional rivalry turns into a private war. In a world of flashbulbs and fake smiles, can they keep their secrets and their hearts from colliding?

His life is really a wild run. Find out who he ends up with after his really messed up encounter.

"Ding, the 'Plot Lord' system is being installed. Please wait." "Hello. Who are you? What is this place, and why am I here? Can you..." "Ding, Mission: Identify and transfer the system to the target within a year." "Ding, Reward: Host soul will not be destroyed." "Go fuck yourself." "Ding, 3..2...1... The system is willing to reissue the mission. Is the host willing to accept?" "Again. Go fuck yourself." Long Chen screamed in discomfort. "Ding, Host, why are you unwilling to accept the mission?". "First, Go fuck yourself. Second, stop with the Ding sound. It's irritating. Third, what the hell is happening here?" "Host, the system is exhausted after a long journey. The system thought it had found the right host but didn't expect to meet you." ...................................................... Authors Note- Please comment and provide feedback for Improvements.

He circled her slowly — the only woman who had dared to slaughter all one hundred of his men while wearing that same sinister smile. For a brief, dangerous moment, he imagined wiping it away with a deep, passionate kiss. But he forced the thought aside. He couldn’t afford to look needy. One wrong move, and he would lose his chance to destroy her entire family.

Victor Kane once took a bullet for me, ready to defy his family to run away with me. Instead, I took the two million dollars his mother offered and ran. Years later, when I came crawling back, desperate for money, he savaged me with his words. “You think you’re still worth that much?” “You want money? When you’re dead, I’ll burn a pile of it for you.” But when I was finally bleeding out on the floor, he was the one who shattered.

Since he was told by special guests that he was eight - character, He Bixue has really started hitting ghosts! And it was a bloody female ghost who was scattered all over the body, smiling at him with a cracked mouth and holding him tight.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"