starcraft 2 visual novel

Li Qiu became a weapon engineering student at the University of Defense Technology after crossing the border.In order to find inspiration for his graduation project, Li Qiu loaded many modern warfare and interstellar warfare games on his mobile phone.But when Li Qiu was playing these games, he found that he could actually analyze the technology of weapons and equipment in these games? Therefore, Li Qiu designed his graduation work as a super individual combat equipment with electromagnetic rifle and exoskeleton armor, which shocked all the mentors and leaders! After entering the design institute, Li Qiu’s research has become increasingly deviated from Bluestar’s technological route: armed battle armor, nether energy ray rifle, magnetic storm tank, air carrier… When Li Qiu brought out the Star Destroyer and successfully set it up for training, Yingjiang, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, was completely stunned:“Rabbit, we are still in Blue Star, why did you start StarCraft in advance?”

Ima was always a pariah. His obsession with video games and visual novels made him the perfect target for social rejection, leading him to live more within digital worlds than in the harshness of reality. However, his life changes drastically after a failed confession of love ends in a fatal accident. On the threshold of death, Ima receives an offer impossible to refuse: a second chance in exchange for a deal that will alter his existence forever. Waking up seconds before the impact, Ima discovers that he now possesses the abilities of the games he loves so much. Notifications, statistics, and decision points appear before his eyes. But what seems like any fan's dream soon transforms into a lucid nightmare. Ima will not be slow to understand that the mechanics of a visual novel are atrocious when applied to real life. Forced by a power he cannot turn off and dragged by social circumstances beyond his control, he will gradually find himself entangled in dilemmas and problems that will lead him to live a life he never desired.

Vladmir Grigori, a world champion in Starcraft 2 is reincarnated with a missong for the god of another world. The power that he requested... was a power to summon units from the game. And now, in a noew world with several others to explore, he will cary his mission, and change the history of all worlds.

The author of this novel has unfortunately passed away. The story will go an infinite hiatus. It will remain online as an open source for inspiration for anyone who wishes to reimagine it. Thank you for accompanying the author on their journey.

"Huh,Why I'm Here" The moment i opened my eyes i was in a different world and if this wasn't enough i was in world of the visual novel which i played . Can I survive?

I spent three years dying in a hospital bed. My name is Ayan Chatterjee. Global #1 ranked player of Pixel Starcraft. And the last thing I did before my heart stopped — was activate Hell Mode on a fresh save. I woke up inside the game. No endgame empire. No legendary fleet. No resources. Just a broken Level 1 scout ship, a tactical AI who calculates my death probability with unsettling precision, and three pirate warships already locking on to finish me off. Hell Mode means enemies ignore my level. Hell Mode means NPCs who die never come back. Hell Mode means my old leukemia returns if I lose power. But Hell Mode also means one thing no one in this galaxy has ever seen: Prompt Engineering — EX-Rank. I can speak structures into existence that this universe has never imagined. And I remember every map, every faction, every weakness of this entire world. They think I'm prey. They have no idea what I'm building. [LitRPG / Space Opera / Transmigration / Sanctuary Building]

Ketika Keobsesifan Meninggalkan Diriku Setelah kecelakaan mobil, ingatanku tereset ke sepuluh tahun yang lalu—ke sore hari ketika aku mengungkapkan perasaanku pada Caleb Blackwood di pameran seni kelulusanku di NYU. Aku menelusuri setiap aplikasi di ponselku, dengan putus asa berusaha menemukan bukti bahwa Caleb adalah suamiku, tetapi di samping namanya di kontak hanya tertulis label "Pengacara" yang tidak personal. Riwayat percakapan kami benar-benar kosong. Dalam keputusasaan, aku menelepon sahabatku, Maya Chen, untuk bertanya apakah pengakuanku hari itu berhasil. Dia meledak padaku seperti kotak mesiu yang terbakar. "Willow Hayes, apa kau sudah gila? Berhasil? Kau baru saja akan menceraikannya!" Setelah menutup telepon, pikiran pertama yang terlintas di benakku adalah, Wow, aku luar biasa. Aku benar-benar berhasil mendapatkan Caleb Blackwood yang tangguh itu. Pikiran keduaku adalah kebingungan total saat aku menatap surat perceraian dan tiket satu arah ke Florence di meja samping tempat tidur. "Siapa yang menginginkan perceraian? Aku? Apa aku sudah gila?"

When the Obsessiveness Leaves Me After the car accident, my memory reset to ten years ago—to the afternoon I confessed my feelings to Caleb Blackwood at my NYU graduation art exhibition. I scoured every app on my phone, desperately trying to find proof that Caleb was my husband, but next to his name in my contacts was just an impersonal "Lawyer" tag. Our chat history was completely blank. In desperation, I called my best friend, Maya Chen, to ask if my confession that day had been successful. She exploded at me like a lit powder keg. "Willow Hayes, have you lost your mind? Successful? You're about to divorce him!" After hanging up, the first thought that flashed through my mind was, Wow, I'm amazing. I actually managed to land the formidable Caleb Blackwood. My second thought was sheer confusion as I stared at the divorce papers and a one-way ticket to Florence on the nightstand. "Who wants a divorce? Me? Have I lost my mind?"

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.