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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.

# SPATIAL # DAILYFAMILYLIFE After a car accident, a modern loving couple, Zhou Ying and Gu Chengrui, both transmigrated through space. Zhou Ying became a jinx everyone despised and had difficulty getting a full meal. Gu Chengrui became the son of a wealthy, cold, and violent family. They hated him and were indifferent to his wife. With no one to love or care for the couple, they made a decision. They decided to split up from the family! They were penniless in their new house, which had nothing. But there's nothing to be afraid of! They had their interspace and wisdom to get rid of poverty and get rich in minutes! As the days started getting better, trouble came knocking on their door. The family wanted them to go back to being their mule? No way! The couple stood united and called them out on it, refusing to go back! Their old rival, a father-daughter pair, wanted to steal their house? The couple rolled up their sleeves and clashed with them head-on! After much difficulty, they finally had peace, but then a disaster that happens once every thousand years came...

(Historical Romance + Family Affection + Wealth Accumulation + Feel-Good/Light Novel) The money-loving Film Queen Xia Ningxing time-traveled into an eight-year-old cute kid in a historical setting. Not only did she have five brothers who doted on her as if she were their life, but she also had a mother who treasured her like a precious gem, and most importantly, the future tycoon male lead lived next door. However, in the story, the male lead died young, leaving behind a huge inheritance. To be able to inherit this wealth, Film Queen Xia Ningxing began her pursuit plan in reverse. Later, the male lead pushed Ningxing against the corner of the wall, "I heard that you're marrying me just to wait for my early demise so you can inherit my wealth?" "......" Oops! Caught red-handed! "Too bad, this time I won't neglect my health for the sake of my career. My last health check was normal in all aspects, I should live at least to a hundred years old." "!!!!!" She never expected that the tycoon doomed to die young was actually reborn! (New book "Eighties' Family Darling At Five And A Half" is out~)

[Congratulations, Host, on successfully transmigrating. Your new identity is Aurek XVI, Emperor of the Crossbridge Empire.] Great! Finally, I can experience what it feels like to be an emperor. [Reminder: The Crossbridge Empire is one of the countless empires on the continent of Eura. Your predecessor was Aurek XVI, Intelligence: Imbecile.] ? [Warning: The Crossbridge Empire is on the verge of collapse. Current number of hostile royal factions: 17. Total number of enemies: 7 million. Empire collapse countdown: 1 year.] ?? [Congratulations, Host, you have awakened the Supreme Summon System! Please actively earn points. Summoned warriors can be elevated to God Rank!] ??? … Many years later, On the peak of the Holy Snow Mountain, before the Gates of the Divine Kingdom, A tall, slender figure appeared before the guardian angels. The angels soared into the sky, three pairs of flame-wrought wings unleashing a world-ending blaze. “Stop! Ahead lies the Divine Kingdom—this is not a place where mere mortals may tread!” The figure did not raise his head. Instead, with the scepter in his hand, he gently tapped the ground. In an instant, warriors numbering in the billions emerged upon Holy Snow Mountain, each radiating an aura surpassing even that of God Rank. You lifted your head ever so slightly, gazing upon the being that once existed only in myth: “Now, the true conquest begins.”

[Félicitations, Hôte, pour votre transmigration réussie. Votre nouvelle identité est Aurek XVI, Empereur de l'Empire de Pont-Croisé.] Génial ! Enfin, je peux expérimenter ce que ça fait d'être un empereur. [Rappel : L'Empire de Pont-Croisé est l'un des innombrables empires sur le continent d'Eura. Votre prédécesseur était Aurek XVI, Intelligence : Imbécile.] ? [Avertissement : L'Empire de Pont-Croisé est au bord de l'effondrement. Nombre actuel de factions royales hostiles : 17. Nombre total d'ennemis : 7 millions. Compte à rebours avant l'effondrement de l'Empire : 1 an.] ?? [Félicitations, Hôte, vous avez éveillé le Système d'Invocation Suprême ! Veuillez activement gagner des points. Les guerriers invoqués peuvent être élevés au Rang Divin !] ??? … De nombreuses années plus tard, Au sommet de la Montagne Snow Sacrée, devant les Portes du Royaume Divin, Une silhouette grande et élancée apparut devant les anges gardiens. Les anges s'élevèrent dans le ciel, trois paires d'ailes forgées de flammes libérant un brasier apocalyptique. "Arrêtez ! Devant se trouve le Royaume Divin—ce n'est pas un endroit où les simples mortels peuvent s'aventurer !" La silhouette ne leva pas la tête. Au lieu de cela, avec le sceptre dans sa main, elle tapota doucement le sol. En un instant, des guerriers se comptant par milliards apparurent sur la Montagne Snow Sacrée, chacun irradiant une aura surpassant même celle du Rang Divin. Vous avez légèrement relevé la tête, contemplant l'être qui n'existait autrefois que dans les mythes : "Maintenant, la véritable conquête commence."

[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

[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!

# DÉTENDU Le jour de son entrée à l'université, le système de navigation sur son téléphone a commencé à avoir la fonction de rechercher automatiquement des trésors. Chaque fois qu'il trouvait un trésor, il pouvait recevoir beaucoup de récompenses. "92 kg de produits détournés détectés. La récompense pour compléter la chasse au trésor : une villa de 100 millions près du Lac du Ciel." "La célébrité Xia Qiu sera bientôt en danger. La récompense pour compléter la chasse au destin : 100 millions en espèces." "5 kg d'or détectés. La récompense pour compléter la chasse au trésor : 60% des actions de Distant Publishing d'une valeur de 600 millions." Avec les chasses au trésor continuellement détectées automatiquement sur son téléphone et l'obtention des récompenses, Ye Feng a dit : "À partir d'aujourd'hui, je serai le bâtard le plus prétentieux."

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?

A cat... That is also a warlock... That likes to eat ghosts. --- Mater Evol Heracy was a prideful warlock in his past life. But he successfully escaped his ill-fated to a new world. Unfortunately for him, he has become a cat. Mater found himself in the modern 21st century that filled with horrors in every nook and cranny of this haunted city. Coincidentally, ghosts are exactly what he needs to grow his power. "I shall feasts upon all the horrors and become the one and only Darklord. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" -- https://discord.gg/QMDetEzXaj