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“The three elements of the easy mode of life: extraordinarily handsome appearance, exceptionally intelligent mind, and a healthy and strong body, and I have them all.” Reborn in a parallel world, the disciplined and outstanding high school student Yan Huan is preparing to welcome his glorious days. However... a decade later, he is spotted by five girls with strangely unique abilities. "...We all need to be full of positive energy." Faced with the eager and aggressive girls, Yan Huan, who only reads the classics, says so.

Ke Jin transmigrated into an era where gaming was in utter chaos. Everyone here deeply believed in the notion of buying happiness with money, as game companies ran wild with various schemes to trick and force players to spend. As a game enthusiast from his past life, Ke Jin felt like he was in a world without sunlight. Luckily, he obtained the Free Game Production System! Players could get the ultimate reward of the "Complete Collection of All Game Design Schemes" without spending a single cent! Not spending money? How hard could that be? Heap on the benefits! Give away 50 consecutive draws during the summer heatwave! Give away 100 draws on the second day after the server opens! Due to the game reaching 50 daily active users, we are issuing a cool skin set originally priced at 999! The planner's niece just turned 17 years and three months plus 7 days old, so we're giving away 50,000 crystals! My sincerity is almost flooding the players. Surely nobody will spend now, right? Secretary: Mr. Ke, good news! Our newly launched game has just reached over a hundred million in daily transaction volume on its first day! Ke Jin: Huh? How is that good news... No, what about the other game? The one where we give full 100-99 discount vouchers upon starting, isn't its sales terrible? Looking puzzled, the secretary said while anticipating the boss's reaction: They've been shouting things like 'what a conscientious company' and 'if we don't spend, they'll go bankrupt,' so they just topped up. That game sold a whopping one hundred million copies globally. Congratulations on making a billion! "......" At 3:30 a.m., lying in bed, Ke Jin was wide awake, unable to sleep. He posted a status: Please, I beg you, stop spending. You guys are really making it hard for me... Player: Understood, Mr. Ke is hinting life is hard, brothers, let's step up! Charge it!

"Lugh woke up to find that he had transmigrated to a hundred million years later. Earth was now in the midst of a magical era, where mages were icons of nobility, commanding the energies of the world and unleashing devastating spells. Despite his transmigration, Lugh realized that he was a piece of trash when it came to magic, but just as he was giving up on being a mage, he realized in shock that the world’s magics were written in English! Unimaginable power could be obtained when the incantations are read. Saying Thousandfold Meditation accelerated training by ten thousand times, allowing one to reach the level of Archwizard in a single day. Likewise, saying Super Flame Dragon would conjure a divine dragon of flames that stood ten thousand meters tall, while Billion Thunderbolts would summon dark clouds, with a billion thunderbolts descending upon a target in the blink of an eye. Hence, with this special talent, Lugh became the youngest God of Mystics in the era of magic under a year! "

Qin Hao crossed into a parallel world and unexpectedly inherited the position of the current Celestial Master of the Qingyun Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion. Draped in purple robes, holding the authority of the Xuanmen sect. Bound to the Super Celestial Master System, he could earn different rewards every day by completing designated tasks. Organizing Taoist scriptures, he received the reward [Taiping Qi Technique]! Cleaning the main hall, he received the reward [Innate Golden Light Curse]! Sweeping the mountain gate, he received the reward [Soaring Immortal Step]! Pruning flowers and plants, he received the reward [Innate Yimu Qi Capture Technique]! Wiping the statues of the Three Pure Ones, he received the reward [Righteous Thunder Law]! ... He thought he could live peacefully without trouble, but unexpectedly, a photo that went viral online pushed him into the spotlight. A self-proclaimed fighting champion and male live streamer entered Qingyun Mountain, claiming to seek a man in purple robes for a challenge. A match of martial arts. The live stream was filled with over a million enthusiastic viewers. They supported the male live streamer in exposing a fraud, wondering whether the rumored Celestial Master in purple was truly as powerful as said. Under the watchful eyes of the public, Qin Hao reluctantly accepted the challenge. Qin Hao asked, 'Fellow practitioner, what shall we compare?' The male live streamer smiled confidently: 'I've heard the Celestial Master in purple is unmatched in martial arts; I have practiced free combat since I was young and have specifically come to learn something from you!' Qin Hao shook his head: 'Martial arts, I do not know.' 'What do you know then?' the male live streamer asked. Qin Hao unleashed a palm strike into the air, condensing the five thunders within his palm, and with a mighty slash. Golden thunder transformed into a blade of qi, slicing directly at the challenger. The thunder left in its wake split the 'Challenge the Celestial Master' plaque that the male live streamer had brought, right in front of the mountain gate, into two halves. Qin Hao said with a smile: 'I know thunder spell!!'

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn't help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire. Firstly, what in the world is the "Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis" spell? And don't even get me started on the "Osteoporosis" spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like "Blood Burn," "Gradual Freeze," and "Mental Chaos." Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities? Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield "Doomstorm" and "Ice Age," swordsmen boast "Sword Rain: Homecoming" and "Wind-Cutter Slash," while archers showcase "Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars" and "Storm Arrow." Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named "Cancer Cell Proliferation," "T-Virus Infection," and "Rabies Outbreak." In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, "Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!" Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, "Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don't know!" Even a boss character confesses, "Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!"

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

In the age of Universal Awakening on the Azure Sphere, a myriad of races and gods coexist. Devils, dark gods, and monsters descend upon the mortal realm, only to be met by the Awakened. Howard, during his Awakening Ritual, discovers dual talents— F-rank Mana Recovery, and the supreme talent: Supreme Synthesis. He keeps a low profile, hiding as a 'common magus.' Through countless acts of synthesis, he forges supreme artifacts, supreme skills, and supreme classes! Fireball synthesis... Ding! Synthesis successful, attaining D-rank skill— Fire Serpent! Fire Serpent synthesis... Ding! Synthesis successful, attaining B-rank skill— Fire Python! Fire Python synthesis... Ding! Synthesis successful, attaining S-rank skill— Dragonfire! When devils invade and dark gods descend, they are left slack-jawed by the Azure Sphere before them. "No, this is a trap... a trap disguised as a mere cupcake!"

"Crossing over to a fantasy world of magic and battle auras, Lei Luo accidentally crossed over to the Xiluo Magic Academy and became a librarian. At the same time, he obtained a Sign-in System. He would receive various rewards if he signed in at different locations. Signed in at the library and obtained [Top-grade Meditation Technique] from the treasure chest! Signed in on the Magic Guide Book and obtained [Magic Increase] from the treasure chest! Signed in on the Magic Stone Tablet and obtained [Forbidden Magic] from the treasure chest! ... Lei Luo unintentionally activated something that would completely turn his life around He started signing in from the Magic Academy and slowly advanced from a Magic Apprentice to become the most powerful person in the Magic Academy. He led the Magic Knights that shocked the world to eliminate noble factions and fight against the invasion of the demon tribe. Changing the world began with him. From a desolate small town to the lord of the world, he reignited the glory of an empire that had been down and out for a century."

# GAMEALTERNATEWORLD # RELAXING # PRIEST In that year, the entire world mutated. The game descended into reality while demonic catastrophes rampaged. For the sake of survival, everyone had to pick up a job class and level up their skills frantically. They worked hard to be more powerful. Lin Ye acquired the special talent of Reversing. He could reverse and strengthen any effect that was targeted at the host. For instance, he could turn damage into healing and buffing into debuffing. As such, he changed his job class and became a priest. He challenged an opponent, “Come at me! Attack me with any of your forbidden curses or divine techniques. I will admit defeat even if I lose a bit of blood.” He then said, “So, your attack has no effect on me? It’s my turn to attack now. Healing Spell!” [Notification: you attacked your opponent with a healing spell and caused 100 million points of critical damage. The other party has been afflicted with the negative status effects of anti-treatment, poison, burn, silence and fatigue.] Lin Ye’s opponent was befuddled.

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