Reborn into the Investiture of the Gods Era, Li Changshou became a small-time Qi-Refining Warrior. Without any fortune added to his life, he doomed to not become a child of destiny or any of the sort. He only dreamed of one day cultivating immortality and become an unaging old one.In order to settle down and pursue his dreams in these cruel times, he made great efforts to not be inflicted by karma.He outlined these as part of his master plan:When murdering, make sure to scatter his enemy's ashesPlan first, carry it out afterNever rashly step into anything dangerousConceal all trump cardsCultivate Escape TechniquesRefine Poison PillsWield magical powersBe motionless like an old dog before acting, then act with a single earth-shattering strike before quietly leavingIn Li Changshou's original plan, he would hide safely in a mountain and devote himself to becoming an Immortal, until one year, his Old Master considered moving about and brought back......a newly received junior sister......

This is a brand new story.Survive the darkness, see the lightThere is no right or wrong, it just depends on which side you are standing on.To be a god, or to be a man.To be good, or to be evil.Just what is…the highest order of weapon that humanity has?——————After a great catastrophe struck, the world was set back many years and humanity started living in anarchy.With time, society started building up again and people were now living in walled strongholds and fringe towns across the land.Humans have also become distrustful and ruthless in an unforgiving society where the strong survive and the weak are eliminated.Growing up in such an era, Ren Xiaosu had to fend for himself.After an incident, he gained supernatural powers…

Well-known Composer Fang Zhao was in the most glorious stage of his career, when the Apocalypse arrived; After finally experiencing the bitter difficulties of a thousand dangers, when the Apocalypse was simmering down to an end, he collapsed; When he opened his eyes, he was reborn in a New World, 500 years after the end of the apocalypse, in the body of a student who had been dumped barely after graduation, who had been cheated of his hardwork barely after he started working…The World of the Future, Virtual Idols PK Real Idols“Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of.” —Fang ZhaoToward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner’s dreams.Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight.A Master’s degree? Easy.PhD? Not a problem.From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.“System, can points be exchanged for money?”“No.”“F**k, what use are you then!?”“This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?”

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”