Where does the story end and why?

Alternative Title: "Reincarnated as the Hero's Daughter: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? After living a life filled with hardships and suffering which ended in her ultimate sacrifice to protect her family and defeat the foes that she hated the most, our protagonist suddenly finds herself being brought to a white space where a God of Reincarnation quickly realizes he committed a mistake. "Wait, you're not from Earth?! Oh, my bad!" After being mistaken for a "good soul" due to her high positive karma count, she is reincarnated by error and given a glitched system as her only gift to explore this new world. Now, she finds herself being reincarnated as a half-elf girl named Sylph with two loving and doting parents. However, as she grows up, she begins to find weird things... "Why is my father just slaying a dragon leisurely?" "Eh? My mother can heal any wound or disease?!" "Wait! Why is my MP never running out? What's going on in here?!" Join Sylph as she explores a new world of endless possibilities, fights against the ghosts of the past that torment her parents’ lives, discovers herself and makes good friends along the way. Who knows? Perhaps this time she’ll even save the world! MP = Mana Points Over 100000 Words available for FREE! Daily Chapters

The world that gave birth to the peak of magic civilization is about to be destroyed. The last survivor returned countless years in the past, that time was the birth of the magic civilization, countless mages were fumbling their ways on that thorny path. He, who came from the end of the era, was treading toward the Supreme Throne

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind. (Solo female lead)

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library. It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill. Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing, To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story. If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition. Keep in mind.

Welcome to Hell’s Game. [Entering instance: Bloody Restaurant] [The position you applied for: Delivery Person] [Your customers include: a fat otaku emitting a corpse stench, a maid who bursts at the slightest disagreement...] [Your colleagues include: A boss who's too pretty to be human, A cow or a horse in the literal sense, a man-eating tree that swears in French...] Facing these incredible characters, Liu Zheng, who wanted to be a decent person, had no choice but to give up on humanity.

After traversing through time, Li Xuan was delighted to have become the second son of Earl Chengyi's mansion, as well as a proud warrior of Liudao Fumo. However, just ten days into his privileged life, he faced fierce female supervisors, terrifying ghost-girls, and spiteful demonesses one after another. Amidst this whirlpool of challenges, Li Xuan claimed he didn't feel a bit panicked. A few years later, standing above the Yangtze River, he swung his sword, and with that, thousands of miles of landscapes were instantly frozen. Where will the demoness escape to? Take my sword!