in the sea there are crocodiles

In the most cliched fashion, a giant truck-kun smashed into my World, killing everyone with it. And in the next most cliched event, I was given a second chance in life by the gods to live another life in a world of swords, magic and dragons! It’s literally a dream come true! Be a hero? Who has the time?! Conquer the world? Like hell I’ll do something so troublesome! Diving into dungeons, exploring ancient ruins and meeting all the weirdos of the world? Sign me right up!! I’m only interested in travelling the world to find the most interesting materials I can use to write the best story I can! I’ll show you my creativity and dazzle this new world with the stories I’ll write! I’ll fight with dragons, swim with krakens, wrestle giants, eat all the cakes and bed the beauties! Time to live this life however I want! Eh? A psycho is running around the world saying that they are the hero who will slay the demon lord? Why is there such a crazy person? There’s someone out there threatening the world with nukes? How did they even find out how to make those? Some crazy hobo is going into other people’s houses to smash pots to look for money? That guy really must be crazy. What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy? ----- [Character Creation:] [Gender:] [Male] [Female] >[Futa] *** Notes: Any R-rated scenes will be denoted by a '*' followed by an 'R' with the number of 'R's showing how much of it is R-rated. '*R' would be around 25%, '*RR' would be about 50% and '*RRR' would most likely be the entire chapter. You can join our discord through this link: https://discord.gg/CRrb56c

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.

Duncan Abnomar was transmigrated to a magical world. Most of the lands of the world had sunken, and the surviving humans could only live on islands. Due to an unknown reason, the world was also contaminated and strange phenomena and things would randomly appear. Humans had developed steam gear technology, and the islands were connected through boats. They survived by studying strange phenomena that happened all around the world. However, as the captain of a scary-looking ghost ship, Duncan was facing a huge challenge. "How the heck do I steer this ship?" Highly recommended by experienced editor: MC is transmigrated to a world mostly covered in water and far from civilization. He becomes the captain of the ghost ship, the 'Homeloss'. He steers through the fog and adventures through the broken world and the unknown deep sea. As he discovers the ruins of abandoned civilization, he would also stumble into the war between the strange phenomena and the devil gods. The story takes place in a combination of ocean and Chutly mythology world, a new and interesting background. It’s an attractive story to read due to the author’s sense of humor and mastery over the ambiance of the story. --------------- Another-style introduction: "On that day, a thick fog engulfed everything. On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship. On that day, he crossed the dense fog and faced a completely overturned and shattered world – the former order was completely gone, and peculiar phenomena dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society. The island city-states and the fleets challenging the sea have become the only lights of civilization left, while the shadows of old days still lurk in the deep sea, waiting to devour this dying world again. But for the new captain, there's only one pressing question – Does anyone know how to sail this damn ship?!"

In the year 4223, the Spirit Sword Sect was established in the Nine Regions. For thousands of years, it has always been committed to producing first class talented immortal cultivators. Nowadays, it is among the five great sects within the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals. The sect leader, Daoist Master Feng Yin, is one of the seven great elders of the Union Of Ten Thousand Immortals; his cultivation shocked the world. Spirit Sword Sect adhered to subjects of peace and development. The sect’s core values are seeking the truth, seeking the good, and seeking the loyalty. To further expand the power of the sect and to add fresh blood, all elites and geniuses are invited to attend the Immortal Gathering. ------ Release Rate: 5 Chapters/Week; will be released on Mon, Wed, Fri and Weekend;

When you were six, you submerged your hands into the rice storage bin and imagined that you were practicing Iron Sand Palm after you finished watching a martial art film. When you were seven, you felt like you were the diplomat of your class just because you were the first one who greeted a new student at the beginning of the semester. When you were eight, you believed that you possessed clairaudience just because you could recognize that the approaching footsteps belonged to your parents who were coming home. … What would happen if all the fantasies you had during childhood became reality? Ji Ruo put his hands into the rice storage bin and… [Congratulations! You unlocked a martial art-related achievement by putting your palms into the rice bin.] [The skill you acquired: Iron Sand Palm (Entry Level)] [You can upgrade the skill by repeating the activation step and maximizing its familiarity. Fortune favors the diligent. Hang in there! Work hard!] The corner of Ji Ruo’s mouth twitched. He had a feeling that his system was not really normal. After pondering for a moment, he picked up a stick and headed towards the paddy field nearby…

"Blue Star 4.0 will begin its maintenance-free update at 12:00 AM on April 1st. The main content and adjustments of this update are as follows." "New monthly rule 'Active Talent' added: All players must converse with others for a total of 1000 sentences every day..." When an abrupt notification sound echoed in the ears of all humans on Blue Star. The world faced its cleansing. In every monthly version update, a new rule would descend, which all players had to obey. ... Chen Yi, who had found a massive loophole before the third version update, looked at the six-figure Points Balance in his account and broke into a grin. "Tuberculosis Rabbit, this time we might just rise to the top."

Zhang Feng downloaded a game. The next second. A ferocious monster lunged at him. [Please choose your enhancement] 1: Vision +0.1 2: Growth Constitution (Constitution +1 per hour) 3: Fighting Memory ———— The main world has no magic, only my unique law.

His little sister had been promiscuous, running away from marriage due to having a child. He wanted her to marry him for him. The younger sister could not bear children, so he asked her to give his child to the younger sister. Everyone in A City knew that Fu Yuchen loved Luo Yuxin. For Luo Yuxin, Fu Yuchen mercilessly kicked her away. After signing the divorce agreement, he immediately turned around and married Luo Yuxin … Three years later, she had already lost all hope in this relationship. When she returned to her former glory and stood by another outstanding man's side, what was Fu Yuchen's anger about? "Luo Shu Mo, you're mine for the rest of your life, don't even think about escaping from me!" Fu Yuchen pressed the red-faced Luo Shu Mo against the wall as he smiled charmingly. "Well..."

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...

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