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"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.

Ronaldo: Kai, I thought you were here to assist me. Deng Kai: Initially, I indeed came to assist you. Ronaldo: Then why have I become the king of assists? Deng Kai: Because I've realized that I can Carry better than you! Don't be mad, being the king of assists isn't so bad. Everyone is now saying that you and Xixi are in a league of your own beneath me! Ronaldo: Pah! Messi: Smug face! Kaka: ??? Beckham: Watch my flying boot! Fat Ronaldo: I'll get your family some Golden Throat Lozenges! Ronaldinho: Let’s swing together! Zidane: Take this, my Iron Head Skill! Neymar: So what about us younger ones? Deng Kai: We're all kings of the ball, no need to be formal! Keep the music playing on the green field, keep dancing!

Drama-Queen FL × Ice-King ML = Chaos, Cash, and Candy-Sweet Love Rong Qingqing swears she’s a self-made woman—until her life-extending system starts issuing daily shopping lists. System: Make Shen Jue spend ¥1 on you. System: Make Shen Jue clear your cart. System: Make Shen Jue buy you a yacht, an island, a star. Shen Jue (stoic billionaire): You’re fantasizing. Rong Qingqing: No purchase, no kiss. Shen Jue: Card or digital? Every swipe buys her another hour to live—and another blush.

After a seven-day slumber, Chen Yun discovers that his body is undergoing inexplicable metamorphoses that cannot be explained by science. Evolving flesh, unimaginable abilities, mystical secrets... All his previous pursuits now seem trivial, including money and career. The existence of a mythical realm in fantasy also doesn't seem too far off.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "...I have to choose a King Consort right now?!" No sooner did the young woman from Earth awake in the body of Empress Isabelle of Nevremia than she was informed she'd have to choose a King Consort to keep her throne. While she was still trying to get used to her new body, new world, and new position, her advisors insisted she marry some stranger to retain her power. "But don't Empresses get to make the rules?" As Isabelle Von Nevremia. not only is she the revered empress of a powerful country, but she has access to a special status system, which allows her to read people's names, skills, moods, and even their kinks. As well as that, there's some kind of mysterious 'challenge' system that awards her 'skill points' for successfully completing challenges. ...But all the challenges are just seducing people. How tacky... "...If I'm going to be Empress, then I won't have a king! I'm going to have a harem!"

[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

She is the true daughter of a prestigious family in the Federation, who was lost outside and grew up in a garbage heap, and is also a waste with only F-level spiritual power. Her parents' abandonment and favoritism, the exclusion and framing by her green tea fake daughter sister, the cultivation sect in crisis. She can only regain her cultivation and turn the tide by participating in the Federation Planet's 'God Creation Game'! "No way? Someone with only F-level spiritual power can also enter the 'God Creation Game'?" "Maybe just to make up the numbers." "With only 3 attack points, even a gust of wind can kill her, right?" Josh, the sickly waste not favored by everyone, casually summoned a Divine-level Monster in the dimension. Just when everyone thought she was going to kill all sides, she smiled slightly: "Open for fortune-telling, divining the location, weaknesses, and treasures of monsters, looking at dimension feng shui, monster physiognomy, one divination for 3000 points, scan the code to pay, thank you!" Barrage: "What's wrong! 3000 points, what idiot would go there! She's a fraud!" Contestant: "Me me me! I want a reading, I want a reading!" "I was here first!" "Don't cut in line!" Barrage: "......" Are these the star contestants they've fostered with points?

<p style="text-align:justify;" size="1" _root="[object Object]" __ownerid="undefined" __hash="undefined" __altered="false"><span style="background-color:#ffffff">*Days</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">ago，she</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">is</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">the</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">CEO</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">of</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">the</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">rich and powerful family.</span></p><p><span style="background-color:#ffffff">Now,in</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">order</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">to save her family. she is</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">willing to offer everything to</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">her</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">fiance which she already knew he had already</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">betrayed</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">her.</span></p><p><span style="background-color:#ffffff">Such poor girl,it</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">turns</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">out</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">nobody</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">is</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">willing</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">to</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">give</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">her</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">a</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">hand.</span></p><p><span style="background-color:#ffffff">Until that</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">rainy day，when she thought she had already lost hope</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">they</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">had</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">their</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">first night.</span></p><p><span style="background-color:#ffffff">Just like that,our sweet loving story</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">starts</span> from here...</p>

After an unexpected awakening, Naomi Kenway discovered she was the villainous supporting female character in a book. She took her son to participate in a parent-child variety show, only to become the heroine's complete foil. The heroine, a hardworking and kind stepmother in a wealthy family, became an internet sensation with her close partnership with her stepson. Meanwhile, Naomi Kenway was lazy and selfish. Not only did she neglect her child, leaving him unkempt, but she was also doxxed by the entire internet for casually hitting and scolding him, earning the title of "the most malicious mother in history." After the variety show ended, Naomi Kenway was forced to divorce her wealthy husband and ended up living under a bridge. Her own son, due to childhood trauma, developed depression and committed suicide by jumping off a building in the prime of his life at eighteen. To prevent this tragedy from happening, she decided to strive desperately to be a good mother. During the recording of "My Super Mom": In a cooking competition, while everyone praised the heroine's delicious braised pork, Naomi Kenway glanced at it and calmly said, "Excessive fat intake is not good for a child's digestion." She then handed her son a nutritious meal, perfect in color, aroma, and taste, that she had practiced making for days. In a boating competition, the heroine took beautiful selfies with her stepson and posted them on Weibo. Naomi Kenway, because her son mentioned wanting to eat seafood, spent the entire afternoon diving into the sea to catch some. ... Some netizens questioned that Naomi Kenway was putting on too much of a show, using her son as a pitiable tool to build up her persona. But they were soon countered by the "pitiable tool" himself: "My mom is the best mom in the world!" Only then did the netizens realize that the introverted and sensitive little boy had gradually become cheerful and lively. Regarding Naomi Kenway's transformation, the other guests complained endlessly. They had originally come to enjoy life, but now they had to wake up at five every morning to cook for their children, or else they would be unfavorably compared to her by netizens. In response, the guests all shouted at Naomi Kenway: "Please stop being so competitive!"