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Mu Yuan accidentally obtained the qualification for a mysterious game which mirrors the real world. In this game, players could recruit troops, establish territories, and even manifest items from the game into reality. His game started with ten Little Skeletons, but... Little Skeleton→Skeleton Soldier→Skeleton Warrior→Skeleton General.....→ King of Skeleton "What if I evolve the Little Skeleton into an Emperor of Skeletons? How would you respond to that?" "Evolution Points, let's see what your limit is!" Several years later, when the worlds overlapped, Mu Yuan, amidst a throng of gods and demons, had ascended to the extreme peak. Tags: Management, Development, Evolution, Lord, Troops

Mu Yuan a accidentellement obtenu la qualification pour un mystérieux jeu qui reflète le monde réel. Dans ce jeu, les joueurs pouvaient recruter des troupes, établir des territoires, et même manifester des objets du jeu dans la réalité. Il a commencé son jeu avec dix Petits Squelettes, mais... Petit Squelette→Soldat Squelette→Guerrier Squelette→Général Squelette.....→ Roi du Squelette "Et si j'évoluais le Petit Squelette en un Empereur des Squelettes ? Comment réagirais-tu à cela ?" "Points d'Évolution, voyons quelle est votre limite !" Plusieurs années plus tard, lorsque les mondes se chevauchèrent, Mu Yuan, au milieu d'une foule de dieux et de démons, avait atteint le sommet extrême. Tags: Gestion, Développement, Évolution, Seigneur, Troupes

A young boy loses everything in a desolate war, and as his consciousness is consumed by darkness, the underworld takes a turn for the worse. His soul descends through nothingness into a strange world. Reborn as Vetril-Dawnsinge, he has a new family, a new identity, and a vague sense that he is not unrelated to this world. In the Nine Realms, the order of the Land of the Gods, the chaos of the Land of the Giants, the secrets of the Morning Forest, and even the World Tree that runs through heaven and earth, are all endless mysteries that he is called upon to unravel. A seemingly ordinary teenager, he shows special talent by chance, and is even able to touch those powers that only the gods can understand. But he is not alone. A mysterious mentor, hidden ancient relics, and prophecies forgotten by the world are guiding him to the centre of his destiny. Every step of the way, he chases the truth: why was he reborn here? And why are the powerful enemies and strange allies hot on his trail?

A teenager from the British-Indian town of Chanderi, in love with science, dreams of becoming a scientist But a tragedy took him as a patriot, turning him into an assassin, spy, and a deadly doctor. A sinister or a justice? a magnificent pioneering scientist or a revolutionary nationalist?

"Mr. Winters, are you certain you want to donate your heart to Miss Seraphina Stone?" The doctor looked up in surprise, attempting to dissuade me. "Although you have late-stage stomach cancer, there have been successful treatment cases domestically. You might want to consider trying treatment..." "That won't be necessary," I interrupted her with a smile. "Dying is fine, especially since donating my organs can save lives. It's my only wish." Just as I walked out of the hospital, Seraphina called. "Where the hell have you been? Get back here now!" I was actually planning to return and ask Seraphina for some money to buy myself a burial shroud and a grave plot. But when I got home, I discovered her childhood sweetheart Liam holding her as she straddled his lap, their posture intimate and inseparable. Seeing me push open the door, they both froze. Liam's face flushed red as he chided her for calling me back at this moment. "We're out of condoms," Seraphina explained, hugging him reassuringly. The next second, her cold gaze fell on me as she smirked and said: "Dashiell, go downstairs and buy us a box."

In a world where the fate of humanity has been transformed by extraordinary powers, the life of Lian Voss, a young man with a seemingly insignificant ability, takes an unexpected turn when he discovers that his Gift hides more than he thought. In this scenario of extraordinary powers and unprecedented challenges, will Dorien be able to overcome the obstacles on his way to the top?

Olive finding out the truth that he is not a human. He is a werewolf, a alpha and a huge change comes while he finds his mates. He expected his whole life to marry a beautiful woman but instead he got two men as his mated. His former best friend Aiden and Jax. He despise them with all his heart for his past experience. His new world is different from the old. A world of wolves, leading, mating etc. What Will he do? There are more changes in his life, it's more than werewolf. Who is he? What's his identity. Who was his mother? Everything is different than his thoughts. He is the only one who could solve this mystery. Will he adjust to his new world and be the pack leader or go to a deep pool of darkness. What's the darkness meant? Let's dive to the world of supernatural. A story of superverse.

The boy I once saved grew up to be the Don of the Falcone family. He was possessive. Obsessive. For ten years, he caged me in his estate. My grandfather's life was the price for our marriage. But my heart was the one thing he could never own. So he found my replacement—a woman with my face. One day, she stormed into the estate. "You bitch! You really got surgery to look like me? Just so you could go after my man?" She smashed my wrists with a hammer. "You'll never paint again!" I was left broken, bleeding. That's when he returned. Don Oliver Falcone. He didn't recognize my ruined face. "Get rid of the intruder," he ordered. "Wait!" the housekeeper cried, rushing out. "Boss, the Signora is missing!"

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?