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[Invincible, showoff, face-slapping, feelgood] "Who is richer? Sorry, Every watch I have is worth billions. Money is just a number to me!" "Wanna fight? Fine, I won't even use my hands and feet. I've never lost a fight in my life!" "You like me? Sorry, even a cruise ship is not big enough to hold all the women I have. Haven't you seen the princess of Anenida lining up for me?" With the invincible system, everything can be easily accomplished. Please don't show off in front of me. I have a nickname called Face-slapping Zhang!

"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.

Not to fall into the cycle of reincarnation within the vast world, The heart transmits the Dao among humans. Willing to wield a sword to end myriad calamities, Exchange ruthlessness for a world of emotions!

[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!

Qin Huai a été transporté dans un mystérieux monde fantastique où les démons étaient omniprésents et les héros émergeaient. Il n'avait ni passé ni qualifications de cultivation jusqu'au jour où il est devenu apprenti dans une boutique de médicaments et a commencé à cultiver avec ses compagnons apprentis. Il a découvert que les orbes d'expérience tombaient en fait de son maître et de ses frères. Il a appris à broyer des médicaments avec ses frères. "Ding! Expérience 'Art Médicinal' +3 !" Son Maître et ses frères pratiquaient les arts martiaux. "Ding! Vous avez ramassé une 'Essence de Cultivation du Qi (Blanc)', expérience de 'Cultivation du Qi' +3 !" Il a tué les bandits dans les montagnes et a récupéré leur cultivation. "Ding! Expérience 'Technique de Respiration Astringente' +13 !" Son maître a dit que la technique n'était pas bonne pour attaquer, avait une limite de cultivation et ne pouvait que prolonger la vie. Mais quand Qin Huai a ramassé l'expérience jusqu'à ce que la Technique de Respiration Astringente soit 50 fois plus puissante, son corps a subi un changement énorme. Une douce poussée de sa main était comme une vague. Il pouvait maintenant attaquer et défendre. Les gens disaient que lorsque deux méthodes de cultivation s'affrontaient, continuer à cultiver conduirait à la mort du cultivateur. Cependant, quand Qin Huai ramassait l'expérience et sautait directement le processus de cultivation, il a découvert qu'il n'y avait pas d'effets secondaires du tout ! Lorsque Qin Huai a pratiqué de plus en plus de méthodes de cultivation, il a soudainement découvert que ces méthodes interagissaient entre elles dans son corps et devenaient des compétences plus puissantes. ... Qin Huai, qui pouvait ramasser de l'expérience, a commencé à errer parmi les grandes puissances. Il a vu la chair repousser sur les os blancs et les morts revenir à la vie. Il a vu des démons cuisiner 10 000 personnes et exsuder une énergie extrêmement maléfique. Il a vu la statue de Bouddha chanter dans le temple. Le Sanskrit résonnait comme un mantra. Qin Huai ramassait silencieusement de l'expérience afin de s'établir dans ce monde chaotique.

Not my story not my translation just post it so I can read when I go somewhere with no internet thanks Xu Zifan climbed to the top circle from the slums, and eventually became a boss level figure, who knew that once he crossed, he became a male cannon fodder! However, it doesn’t matter, he still wants to be the Big Boss, and whoever doesn’t have eyes will be turned into a slag in seconds! An idol was destroyed by a reborn woman? Start a company to cherish you! The real daughter of a rich family despises the childhood sweetheart? It doesn’t matter. I’ll have more fun with the fake daughter~ A slag father gave his property to the half-brother? Give at will… How does bankruptcy feel, President? Should strive in every life to be the Big Boss!

Zhuo Qingyan, a member of the current generation of special forces, nicknamed Solitary Falcon, had been blown away from her mission and landed on a cliff. When he opened his eyes again, he was like the concubine of the Shang Shu Manor of the Darkhan Empire — the Fourth Miss, a fool. An imperial edict bestowed the marriage to the current emperor's uncle, the Prince of the Ghost Face. With a shake of her body, she became the imperial aunt of the current dynasty. A useless king and a foolish concubine were born a pair. Becoming the king, the sage's assistant patted her chest and said, "If you open the borders, I'll help you expand the land; if you recruit troops, I'll help you train; if you don't have a horse, I'll help you steal one; if you don't have one …" "My beloved concubine, This King has no children …" "Let me help you …" Then, wait a little longer … His Royal Highness was in his prime, so it was not bad for him to be strong. There would definitely be someone to succeed him! However, what she did not know was that she carried a secret. The treasure map that was imprinted on her back was being fought over by various forces. She had also become a 'prey'! Prince, the wangfei has brought people to pick out the Grand Guardian of the Lin Country … [Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] [Next Chapter] "There are too many people who want to be the overseer, switch!" — — "My prince, the wangfei brought people to beat up the great general of the Northern Jin and hung him naked on a tree." — Well done! He wanted to see how the cold faced bronze masked prince doted on his wife. He could fight for her in this world, but loving her was his treasure.

A seemingly ordinary training exercise led Chen Jian and his squad into a completely different time and space. In the post-apocalyptic world, monsters run rampant, and the surviving humans struggle to live under their terrifying claws. To fight the monsters, the living have abandoned everything. Human nature no longer exists; beastliness is the mainstream. To defeat them, one must first become them. ----------------- Chen Jian was supposed to be like the others here, pursuing the maddening evolution. But, when the tungsten-core armor-piercing round first penetrated the Kui Niu's keratin armor, he suddenly discovered... Perhaps there is another way to stay alive?

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?