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In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings - whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society - do, when a mysterious application pops up in a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out 'Red Packets'; while spouting nonsense the entire time? Release Schedule: 14 chs / week *There is something wrong with the system. We are currently working on it right now. Thank you for your patience and support.*

One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...

One must always sacrifice something to strive for survival in this world. But when all that is sacrificed becomes meaningless, turned into a toy for others to freely squander, with no compensation paid. Then, the Bounty Mercenary Group does not mind resorting to their own hands, and collecting the interest they're rightfully owed!

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

One day, Wang Ping joined a transmigrators' group chat, where each member could randomly transmigrate to different worlds and obtain their own exclusive cheats. Wang Ping thought he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life... "Wait, 60 out of 67 group members went offline? What happened?" "Ding, one group member was eliminated. Chen Kang, who joined the group chat at the same time as you, has died. He didn't survive for even ten seconds. All group members, please take this as a warning." Wang Ping was stunned, instantly realizing that this transmigrators' group chat was a huge scam, with a high mortality rate among its members. Death could happen in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, Wang Ping awakened the Life Simulator! "Ding, Life Simulator activated, talent refreshing..." "Congratulations to the host for obtaining the golden talent—Holy Body, the legendary talent—Space-Time Celestial Body, and the legendary talent—Becoming Stronger By Taking In Disciples."

Driver Ye Chen travels through worlds and gains a selection system. Randomly activating special passenger selection missions. A beautiful president rewards with a limited edition Pagani sports car, Charm Value +10 billion Group president. A second-tier actress, Gulfstream G550 luxury private jet, acting skills +10...

Suatu hari, Wang Ping bergabung dengan chat group para petualang lintas waktu, di mana setiap anggota bisa secara acak berpindah ke dunia yang berbeda dan mendapatkan cheat eksklusif mereka sendiri. Wang Ping berpikir dia akan segera mencapai puncak kehidupannya... "Tunggu, 60 dari 67 anggota grup menjadi offline? Apa yang terjadi?" "Ding, satu anggota grup telah tereliminasi. Chen Kang, yang bergabung dengan chat group pada waktu yang sama dengan Anda, telah meninggal. Dia bahkan tidak bertahan selama sepuluh detik. Semua anggota grup, tolong anggap ini sebagai peringatan." Wang Ping terkejut, seketika menyadari bahwa chat group petualang lintas waktu ini adalah penipuan besar, dengan tingkat kematian yang tinggi di antara anggotanya. Kematian bisa terjadi dalam sekejap mata. Untungnya, Wang Ping membangkitkan Simulator Kehidupan! "Ding, Simulator Kehidupan diaktifkan, menyegarkan bakat..." "Selamat kepada tuan rumah karena telah memperoleh bakat emas—Tubuh Suci, bakat legendaris—Tubuh Surgawi Ruang-Waktu, dan bakat legendaris—Menjadi Lebih Kuat Dengan Menerima Murid."

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

Hongmeng transmigrates as a god and obtains a golden finger which allows him to join a chat group with characters from other worlds. "Ding, you have received a random invitation to join All-Heavens Chat Group No. 10,000. Do you wish to join All-Heavens Chat Group No. 10,000?"