kh1 speedrun

[Host, host, I am the System, I can help you conquer the world and the witches with various personalities.] Xi Mu: Hmm... Isn't this an action game? When do we start slashing? [Right... This is an action game, but I suggest that the host also try to seduce the witches along the way, there are generous rewards.] Xi Mu: What rewards? [Of course, the perfect romantic experience!] Xi Mu: No need, I've already played through the romance plotlines. Now I just want to go on a rampage and speedrun the game.] [...]

"The first principle of speedrunning: You must not die." "The second principle of speedrunning: Choice is greater than effort." Bai Yuan transmigrated. This world is overrun with demons, and life is precarious. Fortunately, his sister-in-law is very beautiful... He originally only wanted to live a peaceful life, until one day he awakened his golden finger. [Swordsman] [Boxer] [Hunter] As a speedrun player, he made the most correct choice—Hunter. Hunter→Demon Hunter→God Hunter.

"El primer principio del speedrunning: no debes morir." "El segundo principio del speedrunning: la elección es más importante que el esfuerzo." Bai Yuan transmigró. Este mundo está infestado de demonios y la vida es precaria. Afortunadamente, su cuñada es muy hermosa... Originalmente, solo quería vivir una vida tranquila, hasta que un día despertó su dedo de oro. [Espadachín] [Boxeador] [Cazador] Como jugador de speedruns, tomó la decisión más correcta: Cazador. Cazador→Cazador de Demonios→Cazador de Dioses.

"O primeiro princípio do speedrun: Você não deve morrer." "O segundo princípio do speedrun: A escolha é mais importante que o esforço." Bai Yuan transmigrou. Este mundo está infestado de demônios, e a vida é precária. Felizmente, sua cunhada é muito bonita... Ele originalmente só queria viver uma vida pacífica, até que um dia despertou seu dedo de ouro. [Espadachim] [Lutador] [Caçador] Como um jogador de speedrun, ele fez a escolha mais correta — Caçador. Caçador→Caçador de Demônios→Caçador de Deuses.

I got isekai'd into Detective Conan's world with one advantage: I've seen all the episodes. Now I solve cases before the "genius" detectives even start. They call it cheating. I call it efficiency. Too bad the criminals are starting to catch on. And by catch on, I mean literally trying to kill me for spoiling their murders. Support the story on patreon.com/WangLing338

This is only trashy novel that lacks of everything

this was a mistake

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.