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Seven days remained until the countdown to genetic mutation. Seven days later, all creatures on Earth would undergo mutations. Giant mutated creatures would swarm and attack humanity, putting their fate in jeopardy. The entire Earth would be ruled by these mutated beings! Yang Xiao accidentally walked into a genetic store where various gene potions were sold, capable of altering human body functions. From that moment on, he embarked on a crazy journey of genetic evolution.

【Infant Stage, a cumulative total of 10,000 leg kicks】 【Attribute gained: Use It or Lose It】 【As long as you continuously exercise the same body part, that part can evolve infinitely, but it can't break the limits of carbon-based lifeforms】 【……】 【Student Phase, a cumulative total of 100 million characters read】 【Attribute gained: Heavenly Intellect】 【Photographic memory, learning ability reached the pinnacle of humanity】 【……】 【Adult Stage, a cumulative matching of carbon-based lifeforms' limits 100 times】 【Attribute gained: Multi-form】 【The body is no longer limited to the frailty of carbon-based lifeforms' flesh and blood, capable of evolving beyond life forms】 【……】 Having transmigrated, Lin Zichen was born with an achievement-based cheat. In this life, he only wanted to evolve quietly, continuously breaking through the limits of life forms, and savoring the pleasure that comes with the leveling-up process.

ZION He woke in a broken world, carrying the soul of another… and the memories of gods long forgotten. The tribe is scattered. The warriors are dead. But as Zion rises in a new body, ancient spirits stir—and a lost people begin to believe again. They don’t know who he is. They don’t know what he carries. But the gods are watching… and so is the enemy

I died once. Got stoned to death by a mob because a pretty girl with a heroine halo got jealous of my usefulness. Last thing I heard was her confession...she was the one who opened the gates to let the zombies in and pinned it on me. It was real touching stuff. The next thing I knew, I woke up in silk pajamas with a second chance. Here's the thing about knowing the apocalypse is coming: you prepare. I emptied grocery stores, stole weapons, filled a spatial storage with enough supplies to outlast the end of the world. I also learned my lesson about powers—they drain your life force, and I'm not dying twice for the privilege of throwing vines around. So I stayed home in the mansion I shared with my guardian and his head of security. But I decided to take the last bit of advice I had been given in my previous life: 'Stay home.' Done. I'm not going anywhere and no one is going to be able to move me if I don't want. Unfortunately for me, I stole the wrong thing in this life, and now I have another two men in my house who think that I don't know what I am doing. Four men...a billionaire guardian, his head of security, a weapons dealer, and his quiet enforcer...they all tried to convince me to evacuate. When that didn't work, they tried to leave without me. Funny how that works out when you realize the only stable thing in a collapsing world won't budge. Suddenly, their evacuation plans don't matter anymore. Suddenly, they're staying too. I'm not here to save anyone. I'm not the hero. I'm just a woman who's already survived this once, and I'm not interested in repeating my mistakes. But survival? That's my specialty. And apparently, I'm everyone else's, whether I like it or not. Author's Note: There is a few things that after 140 chapters (and a lot of comments) I need to clarify. The title is: "Refusing to leave home." Please don't expect her to leave her house. The idea of this novel is: "It's okay to just survive." You don't have to be responsible for the human race, you don't have fix what everyone screws up. It's okay to do nothing and keep living. Rouxi comes from a seriously fucked up past life. Her parents were abusive and since she was four years old, she has learned that, in order to survive, you can only rely on yourself. Dying and being reborn just reinforces this belief. This is in a completely different world from my previous ones. This is a fresh start but with all the things you come to expect from me. There will be no crossovers (Gasp... I know!) The particulars: MFMMM No MM Age gap Zombies

Reborn in 1986, in an era where guns were not banned, hunting was not forbidden, and wildlife was not protected; an era when, because Black Bears and wild boars were devastating the fruits of the common people's hard labor, the higher authorities encouraged and called upon all villages to actively hunt. As Zhao Jun, a young soldier of the Yong'an Village Civilian Militia Squad and a junior member of the Hunter's brigade, he shouldered his gun, headed into the great mountains, and began a life of hunting with his dogs.

Je suis morte une fois. Lynchée par une foule parce qu'une jolie fille avec une auréole d'héroïne est devenue jalouse de mon utilité. La dernière chose que j'ai entendue, c'est sa confession... c'est elle qui a ouvert les portes pour laisser entrer les zombies et qui m'a tout mis sur le dos. C'était vraiment touchant. Et puis, je me suis réveillée en pyjama de soie avec une seconde chance. Le truc, quand on sait que l'apocalypse arrive, c'est qu'on se prépare. J'ai vidé les supermarchés, volé des armes, rempli un stockage spatial avec assez de provisions pour survivre à la fin du monde. J'ai aussi retenu la leçon sur les pouvoirs — ils drainent votre force vitale, et je ne vais pas mourir deux fois pour avoir le privilège de lancer des vignes partout. Alors je suis restée à la maison, dans le manoir que je partageais avec mon tuteur et son chef de la sécurité. Mais j'ai décidé de suivre le dernier conseil qu'on m'avait donné dans ma vie précédente : "Reste à la maison". C'est fait. Je ne vais nulle part et personne ne pourra me faire bouger si je ne le veux pas. Malheureusement pour moi, j'ai volé la mauvaise chose dans cette vie, et maintenant j'ai deux autres hommes dans ma maison qui pensent que je ne sais pas ce que je fais. Quatre hommes... un tuteur milliardaire, son chef de la sécurité, un marchand d'armes et son homme de main silencieux... ils ont tous essayé de me convaincre d'évacuer. Quand ça n'a pas marché, ils ont essayé de partir sans moi. C'est marrant comme les choses tournent quand on se rend compte que la seule chose stable dans un monde qui s'effondre ne veut pas bouger. Soudain, leurs plans d'évacuation n'ont plus d'importance. Soudain, ils restent aussi. Je ne suis pas là pour sauver qui que ce soit. Je ne suis pas l'héroïne. Je suis juste une femme qui a déjà survécu à ça une fois, et ça ne m'intéresse pas de répéter mes erreurs. Mais la survie ? Ça, c'est ma spécialité. Et apparemment, je suis aussi celle de tout le monde, que ça me plaise ou non.

Ich bin einmal gestorben. Zu Tode gesteinigt von einem Mob, weil ein hübsches Mädchen mit einem Heiligenschein eifersüchtig auf meine Nützlichkeit wurde. Das Letzte, was ich hörte, war ihr Geständnis ... sie war diejenige, die die Tore geöffnet hatte, um die Zombies hereinzulassen, und es mir in die Schuhe geschoben hat. Das war wirklich rührendes Zeug. Das Nächste, was ich wusste, war, dass ich in einem seidenen Pyjama aufwachte und eine zweite Chance bekam. Die Sache ist die, wenn man weiß, dass die Apokalypse bevorsteht: Man bereitet sich vor. Ich habe Supermärkte leergeräumt, Waffen gestohlen, einen räumlichen Speicher mit genug Vorräten gefüllt, um das Ende der Welt zu überdauern. Ich habe auch meine Lektion über Kräfte gelernt – sie zehren an deiner Lebenskraft, und ich werde nicht zweimal für das Privileg sterben, mit Ranken um mich zu werfen. Also blieb ich zu Hause in der Villa, die ich mit meinem Vormund und seinem Sicherheitschef teilte. Aber ich beschloss, den letzten Ratschlag zu befolgen, den ich in meinem früheren Leben erhalten hatte: ‚Bleib zu Hause.‘ Erledigt. Ich gehe nirgendwohin, und niemand wird mich von hier wegbewegen können, wenn ich es nicht will. Unglücklicherweise für mich habe ich in diesem Leben das Falsche gestohlen, und jetzt habe ich zwei weitere Männer in meinem Haus, die denken, dass ich nicht weiß, was ich tue. Vier Männer ... ein milliardenschwerer Vormund, sein Sicherheitschef, ein Waffenhändler und sein schweigsamer Vollstrecker ... sie alle versuchten, mich zur Evakuierung zu überreden. Als das nicht funktionierte, versuchten sie, ohne mich zu gehen. Komisch, wie das so läuft, wenn man merkt, dass das einzig Stabile in einer zusammenbrechenden Welt sich nicht von der Stelle rührt. Plötzlich sind ihre Evakuierungspläne nicht mehr von Bedeutung. Plötzlich bleiben sie auch. Ich bin nicht hier, um jemanden zu retten. Ich bin nicht die Heldin. Ich bin nur eine Frau, die das schon einmal überlebt hat, und ich habe kein Interesse daran, meine Fehler zu wiederholen. Aber Überleben? Das ist meine Spezialität. Und anscheinend bin ich das auch für alle anderen, ob es mir gefällt oder nicht.

Sono morta una volta. Lapidata a morte da una folla perché una bella ragazza con un'aureola da eroina è diventata gelosa della mia utilità. L'ultima cosa che ho sentito è stata la sua confessione... era stata lei ad aprire i cancelli per far entrare gli zombie e a dare la colpa a me. Davvero toccante. Un attimo dopo, mi sono risvegliata in un pigiama di seta con una seconda possibilità. Ecco il punto, quando sai che l'apocalisse sta arrivando: ti prepari. Ho svuotato i supermercati, rubato armi, riempito un deposito spaziale con abbastanza provviste da sopravvivere alla fine del mondo. Ho anche imparato la lezione sui poteri: prosciugano la tua forza vitale, e non ho intenzione di morire due volte per il privilegio di lanciare viti in giro. Così sono rimasta a casa nella magione che condividevo con il mio tutore e il suo capo della sicurezza. Ma ho deciso di seguire l'ultimo consiglio che mi era stato dato nella mia vita precedente: 'Resta a casa.' Fatto. Non vado da nessuna parte e nessuno riuscirà a smuovermi se non voglio. Sfortunatamente per me, in questa vita ho rubato la cosa sbagliata, e ora ho altri due uomini in casa che pensano che io non sappia cosa sto facendo. Quattro uomini... un tutore miliardario, il suo capo della sicurezza, un trafficante d'armi e il suo taciturno esecutore... hanno tutti cercato di convincermi a evacuare. Quando non ha funzionato, hanno provato ad andarsene senza di me. Buffo come cambino le cose quando ti rendi conto che l'unica cosa stabile in un mondo al collasso non si smuove. Improvvisamente, i loro piani di evacuazione non contano più. Improvvisamente, anche loro restano. Non sono qui per salvare nessuno. Non sono l'eroina. Sono solo una donna che è già sopravvissuta a tutto questo una volta, e non sono interessata a ripetere i miei errori. Ma la sopravvivenza? Quella è la mia specialità. E a quanto pare, sono anche la loro ancora di salvezza, che mi piaccia o no.

Follow Bardeelus' journey as he discovers the wonders of 'pure necromancy', one of the rarest types of magic out there. Some despise it, while some adore it, but ultimately, he was free or any demonic influences and was as pure as a mage could be! Though, training was a different story. lt wasn't easy to uncover the secrets of pure necromancy, as those secrets were locked in the 'old world' of magic. Ancient and cryptic languages were a must know, if any progress was to be made, and the tag-along dangers were ten times worse! Bardeelus' goals were greater than any threat, however, as he wanted to enslave the living, without killing them. Although this was almost unheard of across the dark arts of magic, it was possible! ~ For the sake of power, he'll find a way to do it. Besides... a greater threat awaited them, the clock was ticking. He had to be ready! ~ RR readers welcome.

Set 30 years before the start of Legacy. A dungeon break led to a monster horde taking everything away from Lyon. Revenge can’t bring back the dead, nor is the pursuit of power an easy path to take. However, one thing holds true: no matter how he is tested, he will move forward.