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Lu Chen transmigrasi ke Dinasti Sum Besar, menjadi Pangeran Kesembilan dari dinasti tersebut. Tidak seperti transmigrator dalam novel, Lu Chen tidak memiliki pengetahuan teknik yang luas, maupun mengingat banyak puisi klasik. Untuk menghindari terlibat dalam perebutan suksesi, Lu Chen hanya bisa menghindar, merencanakan menjalani hidup yang tenang penuh kemewahan dan kekayaan. Karena status ibunya, Lu Chen akhirnya mendapat pernikahan yang diberikan oleh Kaisar dan dipilih untuk menjadi Pangeran di wilayah yang sangat dingin di utara. Saat Lu Chen berpikir bahwa dia akan membusuk dengan cara seperti itu selama sisa hidupnya, dia mengaktifkan sebuah sistem pada malam pernikahannya. Selama dia memiliki seorang pewaris, Lu Chen akan bisa menerima hadiah dan bahkan meningkatkan kekuatannya sendiri. Bertahun-tahun kemudian. Lu Chen berbaris ke ibu kota dengan tentara sejuta orang untuk mendukung Kaisar, dan semua orang tercengang. "Bukankah orang ini Pangeran yang tidak berguna? Dari mana dia mendapatkan tentara sejuta orang!" "Apa yang terjadi, bagaimana mungkin dia bisa menjadi Grandmaster?" "Ternyata dekadensi Pangeran Kesembilan hanyalah sandiwara!" ...

That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

Büyük Savaş'tan iki yüzyıl sonra, insanlar ve kurt adamlar arasında nihayet barış sağlandı, ya da herkes öyle sanıyor. Kurt adamlar tanrılar gibi hüküm sürüyor ve insanlar yeni dünya düzenindeki gerçek yerlerinden habersiz bir şekilde mutlu yaşıyorlar. Bu kırılgan dengeyi korumak için, her yıl çeşitli bölgelerden bir avuç "şanslı" insan, şan, statü ve elitlerle kaynaşma şansı vaat eden prestijli bir kurum olan Lunaris Akademisi'ne katılmak üzere seçiliyor. Seçilenler, güçlü alfalarla evlenip luna olarak yükselmeye yazgılı şanslı azınlık olarak övülüyor. Bu yıl, herkesin şaşkınlığına rağmen, Violet Purple seçilenler arasında. Gözden düşmüş bir hayat kadını tarafından evlat edinilmiş yetim bir kız için bu, daha iyi bir yaşama açılan altın bir bilet, ya da ona öyle söyleniyor. Ancak Lunaris Akademisi, gösterildiği gibi bir cennet değil. Violet ve diğer insanlara öğretilen her şey bir yalan. İnsanlar eşitlikten çok uzak; çok daha büyük bir oyunda piyon konumundalar. Akademi, yaldızlı bir kafesten başka bir şey değil ve öğrenciler, alfaların acımasız oyunlarında oyuncak olarak kullanılmak üzere kesime götürülen kuzular gibiler. İşleri daha da kötüleştiren şey, Violet'in bu oyundaki en tehlikeli oyuncuların, Dehşet Dörtlüsü'nün dikkatini çekmesi: Kuzey Alfası, Güney'in Alfası, Doğu'nun Alfası ve Batı Alfası. Her biri diğerinden daha tehlikeli, daha çarpık ve daha güçlü. Ancak alfalar kendi aralarında da bölünmüş durumda, her birinin kendi ölümcül hırsları var. Yine de, hepsinin gözü onun üzerinde. Violet'in oyuna katılmasını, diğerleri gibi sıraya girmesini, ayaklarına kapananlar gibi olmasını, oyunları altında kırılmasını bekliyorlar. Ama Violet diğerleri gibi değil. Eğilmeyi reddediyor. Hepsine meydan okuyacak.

The vast seas are filled with abundant resources but are also home to numerous sea demons, making it a place difficult for human cultivators to tread. One day, Lu Li crosses into the vast and boundless sea realm of immortal cultivation, carrying with him a magical beast-refining pot that can transform into various sea monsters, allowing him to roam the seabed. While cultivators on the islands struggle for a single spiritual herb, Lu Li has already built an underwater spiritual farm base. Watch him strategize step by step, leaving a footprint with every move, as he grows into a top-tier power in the world of immortal cultivation. Looking back after countless years, the days spent fighting sea demons, refining evil spirits, and treasure hunting in the deep sea remain vivid in his memory...

[Dúo fuerte + Aplastar al canalla + Mimos dulces + Drama de persecución de esposa + Protagonista femenina con identidades ocultas] Después del divorcio, ella se transformó brillantemente, con identidades ocultas por todas partes, convirtiéndose en presidenta de la noche a la mañana, blandiendo un bisturí y asombrando al mundo con sus habilidades quirúrgicas. Para su sorpresa, su ex-marido estaba bastante entusiasmado en perseguirla. Cuando fue cuestionado por una loto blanca, el hombre se burló: "¡Ella no tratará tu tipo de neurosis!" Rodeado por medios de comunicación chismosos, el hombre amenazó con dominio: "Si no quieres ser incluida en la lista negra, mantente alejada". "El que debería irse eres tú", dijo ella, llena de desdén. La consecuencia de rechazar sus avances fue quedar atrapada en un rincón, incapaz de moverse. Él presionó contra su nariz, casi besándola: "Cariño, ¡volvamos a casarnos! ¡No me importa ser un padrastro!" Noelle: ... Ahora la pregunta es, ¿debería seguir permitiéndole ser un padrastro, o decirle que el bebé en su vientre es en realidad suyo?

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

This is a world with only the sea, countless islands scattered on the sea, and countless treasures scattered in the sea. Swords, gunpowder, and sailboats are the main themes of the sea. The power of the gods is hidden in these countless secret treasures. Eternal wealth, endless life, hidden knowledge, and fantastic power are all treasures. Get the treasure hunting system and find treasures in this magical sea.

En la Tierra de la era moderna, An Lin parece haber sido abandonado por Dios. Cuando su padre desaparece de repente, An Lin se queda con la inmensa deuda de su padre, lo que pone su vida en riesgo. Tras ser acorralado en una azotea por sus acreedores, An Lin es inesperadamente levantado por los aires y depositado en el suelo a salvo. Tras descubrir que fue salvado por un Inmortal, a An Lin le es obsequiado, aparentemente por pura generosidad, el «Sistema del Dios de la Guerra» y un pase a un nuevo reino. Acompaña a An Lin mientras experimenta un mundo completamente nuevo de leyendas, conoce a muchos nuevos amigos, adquiere armas y herramientas legendarias y emprende su camino para convertirse en un poderoso cultivador. ¡Nunca hay un momento aburrido en la nueva vida de An Lin con su "genial" nuevo Sistema!

Un evento repentino y sin precedentes tuvo lugar en la Tierra. Una fisura apareció instantáneamente en el cielo azul y despejado, revelando un vacío desprovisto de toda luz más allá, cubriendo al instante todo el planeta, sin dejar Vida, ni Infierno, ni Paraíso atrás... Así comenzó un nuevo caos y el gran inicio de una vida carente de toda esperanza. En este apocalipsis y mundo sin ley, sin límites impuestos a sus seres, una silenciosa y oscura voluta tomó forma. Una voluta que estaba destinada a convertirse en el Horror de Todo nació... "Espera… ¡¿Me he convertido en un Fantasma?!" _______________________________

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?"