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When Wen Yan chose the profession he deemed the safest, "Natural Enemy," he felt sure his ending wouldn't be the same as those of other professions, where the average person met an untimely death. That was until he encountered a Soul Devouring Beast that measured tens of kilometers in length. He then realized things might be just a tiny bit different from what he had thought. "Soul Devouring Beast. Trait One: Devouring. Devouring souls. Trait Two: Immune. Immune to physical damage, immune to elemental damage, immune to environmental damage, immune to mental damage, immune to sustained damage, immune to toxin damage, immune to..." "Sole trait, Invincible."

A car accident causes Yan Chuang to traverse into a martial arts world resembling ancient times, bringing along a 'Purple Mist Palace'. Teaching by Example (Level 1): Your explanations will increase listeners' comprehension efficiency by 50%, and their understanding and thoughts will feed back to you, granting you corresponding 'insights'. The Great Dao Cushions (Level 1): The Purple Mist Palace contains six Great Dao cushions that aid listeners in better understanding explanations and grasping the Great Dao. The effect of 'Teaching by Example' is increased by 1000%. Note: Only two of the six seats can be changed once. Treasure Nurturing Rock (Level 1): You can use 'spirituality' to enhance and nurture items. Method Development (Level 1): You can set up research tasks, gain inspiration, develop martial arts, and complete tasks to gain 'insights' and 'spirituality'. Currently, you can create 2 tasks. Upon reaching the other shore, Yan Chuang laughed and said, "I didn't specifically study martial arts, those were merely insights gained while preaching to disciples."

The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment. At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance. He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights. Daisy Ginger. The name is spicy enough. The figure. Also spicy enough. * Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

Fu Qingjun has transmigrated into a parallel world and discovered that his parallel self just committed suicide. With over 6,000 souls in his body, he feels his head throbbing. The next moment, he finds that his hair grows rapidly and that he could inject wisdom into a creature's brain through his hair.

Dear readers, the author's new book is delayed. My mother will be undergoing surgery soon, and the exact release time depends on her recovery. However, I will try my best to work ahead and store drafts. If there are no surprises, the release will be around June 25th. Sending love, happy Dragon Boat Festival. Wishing you peace and joy. / 6.25: I still need to spend quite a long time accompanying her in the hospital. I'm willing but powerless, so the new book will be delayed. Dear readers, please don't wait. Transmigrated as cannon fodder, Tian Sangsang vows to turn her life around. Dark-skinned? I have white teeth. Fat? I can lose weight. Poor? I possess a space. So what if I'm ugly? My son is handsome! The handsome son's father: Ten miles of spring wind are not as good as you~ (Note: Not traditional, the heroine has a 'golden thigh' but does not cultivate immortality. Also, the fourth volume actually starts from chapter 288 due to an error in volume arrangement, apologies. If you like this book, please vote for it, thank you!)

After struggling in the apocalypse for ten years, Yao Ran died and returned to the three months before everything began. She returns with hatred and thirsts for revenge, intent on making those who owe her pay with their lives. With her grandfather's inheritance, Yao Ran sold everything and frantically hoarded weapons, medicine, food, and supplies. She sharpened her sword, stockpiled up supplies, settled scores with scoundrels and villains, and repaid them with both enmity and kindness. When disaster strikes, she begins her revenge, facing a dangerous world, and is determined to outlast her previous life.

Después de luchar en el apocalipsis durante diez años, Yao Ran murió y regresó a los tres meses antes de que todo comenzara. Vuelve con odio y sed de venganza, decidida a hacer que aquellos que le deben paguen con sus vidas. Con la herencia de su abuelo, Yao Ran vendió todo y acumuló frenéticamente armas, medicinas, comida y suministros. Afiló su espada, almacenó suministros, ajustó cuentas con sinvergüenzas y villanos, y los pagó con enemistad y amabilidad. Cuando el desastre golpea, comienza su venganza, enfrentándose a un mundo peligroso, y está decidida a sobrevivir más tiempo que en su vida anterior.

Depois de lutar no apocalipse por dez anos, Yao Ran morreu e voltou aos três meses antes de tudo começar. Ela retorna com ódio e sede de vingança, determinada a fazer aqueles que lhe devem pagar com suas vidas. Com a herança de seu avô, Yao Ran vendeu tudo e freneticamente acumulou armas, remédios, comida e suprimentos. Ela afiou sua espada, estocou suprimentos, acertou contas com canalhas e vilões, e retribuiu com inimizade e bondade. Quando o desastre atinge, ela começa sua vingança, enfrentando um mundo perigoso e está determinada a sobreviver à sua vida anterior.

Real-life game interpenetration + ocean survival + infrastructure stockpiling + pet taming + late-life natural disaster survival]　　 Si Nan has very bad luck. He went out to burn incense and burned the end of the world. 　　The mysterious Red Tower descended, causing natural disasters on the earth. Millions of humans were teleported into the Red Tower and forced to play a survival game. 　　Survival at sea, survival on deserted islands, desert exploration... 　　The terrain changes, the difficulties increase, and life and death are determined by fate. 　　 　　Si Nan's fortune-telling tube has become a golden finger: the best fortune is added, and the luck is doubled! 　　Three chances to draw lots every day, and the unlucky becomes the European. Si Nan has turned the survival game into a leisurely business. 　　Expanding rafts, planting fruits and vegetables, frantically collecting, raising pets... 　　Others are struggling to survive, Si Nan is full of supplies and thriving. 　　Hurricanes, extreme cold, thunderstorms... 　　All survival crises have become opportunities for Si Nan to make a fortune. 　　 　　She has become a legend of the Red Tower: a mysterious woman with a mobile villa, a psychic pet, and top-level equipment. 　　Later, as more and more people entered the Red Tower, natural disasters in the real world became more and more severe. 　　Tsunamis, floods, earthquakes, high temperatures... 　　Which one can survive, the Red Tower of unknown origin or the real world? 　　 ------- 　　Please make your survival choice: 　　Real world [ ] Red Tower world [ ] [Self-cut leg meat and stew! ] [Part of the settings refer to the raft survival game! ] [The paragraph review has been opened, welcome to play! ] ------New article copy: [Global Evolution [Doomsday]] Global evolution, animal and plant mutations, modern cities have become bloody battlefields. 　　Infected people, killer trees, mutant beasts take turns to appear, and the food chain is completely reshuffled. 　　Only "evolvers" can survive in the new world. 　　 　　Song Xia looked at the extra clock scale in her pupils, which was a bit strange. 　　Time stagnation, regression, and even acceleration seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. 　　At first, she fixed the mutant monster in place and successfully killed it; 　　then, she restored the scrapped items to their original state and harvested supplies; 　　later, she helped her pets grow faster and improve their security - 　　 　　super-evolved mutant monsters are coming? 　　It doesn't matter, just a blink of an eye, and the opponent, whether it is a monster or a human, will immediately "degenerate" to a juvenile state! 　　The human restricted area has become Song Xia's back garden. You 　　can grab whatever you want to eat, and are the mutant beasts/plants not happy? 　　A slap will break all your evolutionary dreams and let you develop again from eggs/seeds/embryos! 　　 　　Over time, a mysterious legend has spread in the human shelter: 　　the woman who brought the super-evolved beasts and crossed the restricted area to exchange supplies is actually the god in charge of the evolution chain. 　　 　　Song Xia's perspective: 　　I haven't walked my dog for a long time at home, so I'll go to the nearby shelter to get some snacks! ---------------- Growing female protagonist! Brainy and refreshing article! 　　Traditional doomsday survival, global evolution background, no system. 　　Welcome to taste~~

Su Qinglan sad med krydsede ben på græsset og holdt den mest buttede tigerunge, hun nogensinde havde set. “Nååh… Se nu dig,” hviskede hun og prikkede til dens lille næse. “Så sød, at jeg kunne spise dig...” En pludselig skygge tårnede sig op over hende. “Hvad er der så fantastisk ved denne stinkende unge?” spurgte en dyb, munter stemme. Hun blinkede op... og stivnede. Højt over hende stod en høj tiger-dyremand, hans gyldne øjne smalle i et dovent, rovdyragtigt smil. “Lad os få vores,” sagde han. Su Qinglans hjerne kortsluttede. … Vores? VORES?! Før hun kunne nå at bearbejde det, blev hun i næste øjeblik hejst op på hans brede skulder som en sæk korn og båret direkte mod hulen. Su Qinglan var så overrumplet af pludseligheden i det hele... at hun helt glemte at klage. *** Su Qinglans knæ slog mod hinanden, da hun stirrede op på den enorme slange. Dens kolde, røde øjne blev smalle, og dens tunge svippede ud for at smage på luften mellem dem. “S-Spis mig ikke,” stammede hun og krammede sig selv. “Jeg... jeg smager ikke godt... virkelig, jeg er senet og fuld af... øh... dårligt kolesterol.” Slangens hoved sænkede sig, til det kun var få centimeter fra hendes ansigt. Hendes ræveører spjættede vildt. Og så, før hun kunne nå at blinke... glimtede dens massive krop, skæl blev til solbrun hud og slanke muskler. Foran hende stod en mand så betagende smuk, at Su Qinglans stakkels ræveøjne løb i vand bare ved synet af ham. Su Qinglan sank en klump, og hendes hale buskede sig i panik. “Jeg... jeg...” Hendes stemme knækkede. Okay, nyt problem... slangen er hot. Hun klemte øjenene i. “Hvis du... hvis du virkelig vil...” røg det ud af hende, mens hendes ansigt brændte, “...s-så kan du... tage mig.” *** Det ene øjeblik kæmpede Su Qinglan mod zombiekongen af al sin magt. Bum! Det næste vågnede hun op i en bizar bæstverden... i kroppen på en doven, forkælet, fed lokal tyran, som alle hadede. Den “oprindelige” Su Qinglan havde været en arrogant, intrigant skurkinde, der brugte sine dage på at mobbe svagere beastkvinder, jage smukke hanner og terrorisere stammens børn. Nu, takket være skæbnens forskruede humor, havde Qinglan arvet kroppen og det dårlige rygte. Men helt ærligt? At være fed i en bæstverden var stadig bedre end at sulte i apokalypsen. Her kunne hun i det mindste spise. Det eneste problem? I denne verden var mænd ikke bare mænd, de var dyremænd. Høje, stærke, farlige... Og tilsyneladende blev enhver beastkvinde forventet at have flere ægtemænd. Hvad var hagen? Den “oprindelige” Qinglans narrestreger havde skræmt enhver anstændig han væk inden for en radius af ti mil. Bevæbnet med sine apokalyptiske overlevelsesinstinkter, en skarp tunge og et mystisk system, der pludselig blev aktiveret... "Binder til vært…" "Tillykke, vært, med din vellykkede ankomst til bæstverdenen." Qinglan besluttede, at hun ikke ville græde over skæbnen. Hvis hun skulle bo her, så ville hun leve stort, bogstaveligt talt.