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Good news! The game is up and running! Bad news, while other players play the game, I get played by the game. Bai E had reserved "Galaxy Online" only to find himself turned into cannon fodder artificial human within the game world. High-dimensional demons, endless swarms of insects, the crisis of intelligent machinery... Universal pests running rampant, and Bai E even has to face a fourth catastrophe—players. Confronted with these things, even the soul won't find peace after death. Finding a place to bury oneself first seems like the most prudent way to die. Wait, what's this? 【Lucky Strike: Tenfold critical hit, maxed drop rate, a single strike for 999! Current charge: 100/100 (Note: Equipment depends entirely on drops, free trade for all.)】 Bai E: "Initially, I refused to struggle for survival in this crisis-filled Galaxy World, but then I gave it a try, wow! The drop rate is really high!" (PS: Players who have been cut by the leek can also have a process they are passionate about. Come play a game, protagonists, players, us...) ```

Gute Neuigkeiten! Das Spiel läuft! Schlechte Neuigkeiten, während andere Spieler das Spiel spielen, werde ich vom Spiel gespielt. Bai E hatte "Galaxy Online" reserviert, nur um festzustellen, dass er in Kanonenfutter, einen künstlichen Menschen innerhalb der Spielwelt, verwandelt wurde. Hochdimensionale Dämonen, endlose Schwärme von Insekten, die Krise intelligenter Maschinen... Universelle Schädlinge, die außer Kontrolle geraten, und Bai E muss sogar einer vierten Katastrophe gegenüberstehen—Spielern. Angesichts dieser Dinge findet nicht einmal die Seele nach dem Tod Frieden. Einen Platz zum Begraben zu finden scheint zunächst die klügste Art zu sterben. Warte, was ist das? 【Glücksschlag: Zehnfacher kritischer Treffer, maximierte Droprate, ein einzelner Schlag für 999! Aktuelle Ladung: 100/100 (Hinweis: Ausrüstung hängt vollständig von Drops ab, freier Handel für alle.)】 Bai E: "Anfangs habe ich mich geweigert, in dieser krisenreichen Galaxie-Welt ums Überleben zu kämpfen, aber dann habe ich es versucht, wow! Die Droprate ist wirklich hoch!" (PS: Spieler, die betrogen wurden, können auch einen Prozess haben, für den sie sich begeistern. Kommt, spielt ein Spiel, Protagonisten, Spieler, wir...)

WARNING! THIS NOVEL CONTAINS A RIDICULOUSLY OVERPOWERED MC. DO NOT! I REPEAT, DO NOT, READ! Unless you're into that shit. This ain't no slow burn, weak to strong, tease. My boy is basically strong from the get go. The premise of my novel is emphasising the idea of the phrase, 'don't judge a book by it's cover.'. The moment you tap and start reading the first chapter, expect an MC who is rarely ever going to lose, one who only seems weak based on the standards on strength that the rest of the world operates by. Expect an MC who goes against reason, common sense and everything in between. If that ain't your speed, that's totally cool. But if it is, welcome aboard. Also, this month marks the first month of my four-month window for my MGS Incentive. I really wanna get this right, so I'd greatly appreciate even the tiniest bit of help from anyone who loves this story as much as I do. So I decided to do privilege chapters. Here are the tiers: We've got Tier 1, otherwise known as [Teaser], for those who wanna show a bit of love. 30 coin gets you 3 chapters ahead on this tier. Then we've got Tier 2, otherwise known as [Trailer], for those who really wanna see where this story goes, something we have in common. 300 coins get you six chapters ahead on this tier. Then finally, we've got Tier 3, otherwise known as [Don't Spoil], for those who... might have a thing for Raid, [Wouldn't blame you though, dude's a stud.]. 600 coins get you nine chapters ahead on this tier. And that's it. Even if you only go through Tier 1, know that it's much appreciated by yours truly. Thanks in advance. Synopsis: 76 years ago, the world changed. Or rather, should I say it evolved? Even so, this, "evolution" came at a price. Or maybe, the 'price' is what caused the evolution in the first place. What is this 'price', you ask? An invasion. Monsters from another world. Creatures we've only known through fork lore, myths and fantasy novels. They came from portals, known as Dungeon Gates, threatening all of mankind as we knew it. So in order to fight this catastrophe, the evolution happened. Half of the world's already large population Awakened as superhumans with Skills, Spells and Special Attacks all so they could pass through the Gates, enter the Dungeons and clear them. One by one. Thus marked the beginning of the Great Age Of Warriors. Name's Raid. And I'm one such Warrior. Now here's the kicker. I'm an F-Rank. The first one in history. Due to my low Mana Capacity, I could only choose one Class. The infamous Blacksmith Class. A Class no one even looked at twice, because weapons of mass destruction can easily be created with today's technology without much hassle. Now I'm faced with the reality of being seen as the weakest Warrior of all time, but you know what? To hell with it all. I'll make the most of the cards I've been dealt, even if those cards are...pretty shitty cards. I'll show all those High-Ranked Warriors what's what. They'll know my name whether they want to or not. Tag along for the ride if you're interested. Because once I get going, I'm not stopping until I reach the top.

By day, an academy cadet; by night, a thief. I possessed the villain in the game. There is only one way to survive. “Raid The Academy.” THIS IS A TRANSLATION AND IF THE ORIGINAL OWNERS WANTS IT TO BE TAKEN DOWN PLEASE CONTACT ME.

Aaron a 17 year old a drop out with no job and no home he begins to rob people with luxuries as he did the man in their home shot him in in the chest multiple times as Aaron persist on living but died as later on god gave him second chance but Aaron has no wish to join an army instead he wishes to join night raid

If you are reading this, it must've begun. The spark as been ignited and it's just a matter of time before it becomes a flame. When the world began, Human's existed, there's no reason to explain the reason for their existence. But even without it, it's hard to neglect their nature. Humans are only driven by desire, most of those desires are guided by sins. They tainted the world in sins, and brought unto themselves , judgment. Lifes were obviously taken, laws were broken but still they survived. Most of who survived gained access to power that was never meant to appear. Because, even such judgement had to be fair. In the end, the judgement will only start when the flame is lit and ends when all sins are cleansed.

Some say he's the rat's droppings in the cultivation world, disrupting righteousness and order, causing chaos among the Dao sects! Some say he's the biggest scum in Southern Zhanbu Province, colluding with demonic forces, deceiving and committing all sorts of evils! To all the slander, Fang Xing responds: 'That's right, I'm indeed that legendary rat's droppings. Any issues with that?

His life is really a wild run. Find out who he ends up with after his really messed up encounter.

NULL: The Raid That Never Ends No one has ever cleared NULL. The dungeon—if it can even be called that—rejects strength, mocks talent, and devours heroes. Elite guilds collapse inside it. Legendary hunters die without leaving bodies behind. Every raid ends in failure, and every failure leaves scars on the world outside. Eiran Holt is not strong. He is a support-type leader with no offensive abilities and no hope of carrying a team on his own. His only talent is guiding others—organizing formations, making decisions under pressure, and holding people together when everything begins to fall apart. But in NULL, everyone who follows him eventually dies. Each raid ends the same way: teammates falling one by one, their trust placed in Eiran until their final moments. And with every death, something is recorded—not power, not stats, but memory. Experience paid for in lives. Guilds call him cursed. Survivors call him heartless. Analysts call him an anomaly. Yet raid after raid, Eiran reaches deeper than anyone else. As NULL adapts, twists, and begins to recognize him, Eiran is forced to confront a question no one else will ask: If a dungeon cannot be cleared, is it still worth leading people into it? This is not a story about conquering a tower. It is a story about leadership, loss, and the cost of staying behind when everyone else is gone.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.