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Después de haber sido educado en casa toda su vida en su aislada granja, Alex finalmente se dirige a una gran ciudad donde descubre un nuevo juego de RV llamado Cultivo Eterno. Por suerte, Alex recibe la Herencia del Dios de la Alquimia como su recompensa. Usando esa herencia y maestros que lo cuidan, Alex comienza a aprender sobre el nuevo mundo en el que se encuentra mientras persigue tanto la Alquimia como la Cultivación hasta el pináculo. Únete a mi discordia: https://discord.gg/ru3rgCKFvx

Depois de ter sido educado em casa durante toda a sua vida em sua fazenda isolada, Alex finalmente chega a uma grande cidade onde descobre um novo jogo de RV chamado Cultivo Eterno. Por sorte, Alex recebe a Herança do Deus da Alquimia como sua recompensa. Usando essa herança e mestres que se importam com ele, Alex começa a aprender sobre o novo mundo em que se encontrou enquanto busca tanto a Alquimia quanto o Cultivo até o ápice.

Usado como sacrifício por seus próprios pais para salvar seu irmão gêmeo, Ezra Ashenlocke desperta para um pesadelo conhecido como a Prova de Aço. Uma operação de crianças-soldado que começou com um único comando. “Montem suas armas. Matem ou morram.” Ele percebe que isto não é um teste. . . É um massacre. Mas, diferente dos outros, Ezra ganha a habilidade de ver fragmentos de memórias de uma vida vivida em outro mundo. A vida de um engenheiro de armas, um soldado endurecido que passou anos projetando ferramentas de guerra em um mundo diferente do seu. Essas memórias — o único caminho para seu novo corpo se transformar de presa em predador. Agora, Ezra deve usar tudo o que aprendeu, e tudo o que aprenderá para sobreviver à provação e aos perigos que o aguardam muito além dela. Na terra conhecida como o País da Alquimia, Britânia, ele começa seu caminho para dominar a arte da Alquimia de Armas.

Utilizado como sacrificio por sus propios padres para salvar a su hermano gemelo, Ezra Ashenlocke despierta en una pesadilla conocida como el Juicio de Acero. Una operación de niños soldados que comenzó con una sola orden. «Preparen sus armas. Matar o morir». Se da cuenta de que esto no es una prueba. . . Es una masacre. Pero a diferencia de los demás, Ezra obtiene la habilidad de ver fragmentos de recuerdos de una vida vivida en otro mundo. La vida de un ingeniero de armas, un soldado curtido que pasó años diseñando herramientas de guerra en un mundo diferente al suyo. Esos recuerdos son el único camino para que su nuevo cuerpo pase de ser presa a ser depredador. Ahora, Ezra debe usar todo lo que ha aprendido y todo lo que aprenderá para sobrevivir a la prueba y a los peligros que le esperan mucho más allá. En la tierra conocida como el País de la Alquimia, Britannia, comienza su camino para dominar el arte de la Alquimia de Armas.

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!

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?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.