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“When the Lord Jesus comes for the second time, those who died in Christ’s name will be raised from the grave first.” – “1 Thessalonians 4:16” In 2019, an outbreak of zombie virus quickly swept the world within months. Communications were interrupted, water and electricity support ceased, chemical plant leaked, nuclear power plant exploded, the world was reduced to be like hell on earth; without God, it became an era of legends and saviors, with the fire of survival instinct rekindled within mortals. Resident Evil zombie-theme in ABO setting.

If Shui Ruoshan had to name the biggest mistake of his life, it would be writing the novel The Mightiest Monarch of All Time. His unluckiest moment? Waking up inside that very story. But fate didn’t just stop there—he wasn’t even one of the original characters! Even worse, the plot he painstakingly crafted has gone completely off the rails, twisting in ways he never imagined. But the real kicker? The all-powerful final villain—the boss-level tyrant he designed to torment the protagonist—is now treating him like some kind of fragile pet under protection. All those epic power-ups, over-the-top OP moments, and straightforward “cool” story arcs he filled the novel with? Gone. Replaced with chaos, unpredictability, and a very clingy dark lord. Clearly, something went horribly wrong with his transmigration. Where’s the reset button when you need one?!

Once hailed as the Medicine God — and scorned just as deeply — Yan Mo found himself exiled to a brutal, uncivilized world after angering the heavens. Awakening in a strange land, he barely had time to process his surroundings before being knocked out cold and dragged off like livestock… to be winter rations. He had landed among a hyper-primitive, survival-obsessed tribe that lived by a singular creed: strength determines worth — in war and in bed. When Yan Mo tried to introduce healing techniques and Chinese medicine, they accused him of sabotaging their warriors. The sentence? Execution. He spoke of agriculture, animal husbandry, and building sustainable food supplies. They heard weakness and slavery. The response? Kill him. He tried to teach hygiene, how to sew, and cook better meals. The tribe saw a threat to their women’s loyalty. The verdict? Eliminate him. He claimed to be a messenger from the gods sent to lead them toward progress. The chieftain smirked. “Good. You have one day to conquer our enemies and bring them back as our slaves. Fail, and you die.” Yan Mo: “…Why didn’t I just stay dead?”

During his patrol, Ji Xiuyun, a marshal of the Empire, was ambushed and went missing. When he returned, there was a pure white creature crouching on his army cap. Through genetic testing, it was determined that this cute and delicate little fellow was a creature that had faded away with the humans’ mother planet 2000 years ago—a cat. The last cat in the universe! The people of the Empire were frenzied!

Mo Ran thought becoming Chu Wanning’s disciple was a mistake. His shizun was really too much like a cat while he himself was a dumb pup who’d only slobber and wag his tail. Dogs and cats were different by nature; originally, the dumb pup didn’t want to reach his furry paws out to that cat. At first he thought, dogs should be with dogs, like his shixiong, beautiful and tame like a cute Japanese Spitz, and the two of them together would surely be a match made in heaven. Yet, after having died and reborn, after having lived two lives, the one he hauled back each time to his den in the end was always the one he couldn’t stand at first: that snow-white kitty shizun.

During the reign of the Great Liang Dynasty, society had stepped into an age of innovation, with steam-driven machinery powered by a rare energy source known as Violetstream Gold. In a remote village, a quiet youth named Chang Geng lived a humble life, distanced from his emotionally absent mother and often left alone due to his stepfather’s long absences. His small world revolved around a few friends, a kindly local teacher, and his dependable adoptive father—his yi fu. But his ordinary life shattered the day the savage Man tribes launched a brutal attack. What followed was a cascade of revelations that unraveled everything Chang Geng thought he knew. His identity? Fabricated. His family? Not who they claimed to be. Even the man he respected most—his adoptive father—was part of the intricate lie. As the smoke of war cleared, Chang Geng found himself at the heart of a much greater truth, tied to secrets that could shake the very foundation of the empire.

If Lin Ruomeng was recognized at a very early age, then … if the timeline changes, will everything change? With this thought, I started writing. I don't have a script yet … I'll write an introduction. If I think of a script one day, I'll fill in the blanks. This is the TV series "Let You Live Like a Dream". In principle, it doesn't affect reading even if I don't watch the series. I'm writing this mainly because I feel that Lin and Lanlan are a really good couple … If they can't be together in the series, then I'll do it myself. My heart aches for Lin, my heart aches for Hong Lan. They can't have a good ending in the series, so at least let me give them a good ending. There may be some novel content mixed in to make up for the bugs in the whole series. The CP is Lin Chi-kai X Hong Lan, and the secondary CP is Xu Xingcheng X Lin Ruomeng ↑ Yes, the secondary CP is this!

Xu Jun finally defeated the BOSS–the Dark Demon King, in this stand-alone, virtual reality game. When he wanted to go out to browse Weibo and express his mood, he suddenly encountered a game BUG and immediately passes over to the game world. He became the man who finally took down the Great Demon King in this world. Gratifying! The attention of millions of people! ……However, he did not know the development of this world was not the same as the game, the Demon King did not die, rather his soul entered into Xu Jun’s body; this Demon King knows of all the s*upid things Xu Jun does everyday……. [At the start, the Dark Demon King wanted this hero’s body.] [Later, the Dark Demon King “wanted” this small idiot’s body.]

I recently stumbled upon a truth that flipped my world upside down—my adoptive father is secretly a crossdresser. The discovery left me deeply unsettled, a storm of confusion and emotional turmoil churning inside me. Desperate to release the pressure building within, I turned to an anonymous online forum for solace. But what disturbs me even more is this growing realization… Somewhere along the way, I may have developed romantic feelings for him. I don’t know when it started, or why I can’t push these emotions away. The lines are all blurred now. Does he feel anything for me beyond familial affection? Should I bury these feelings forever, or is it already too late? I’m scared, ashamed, and lost. What do I even do from here?

Video game streamer Jing Yu, momentarily misstepped, and found himself in a strange professional gaming team. Solo laner: Even if I have my eyes closed, asleep, dreaming, I can still kill you all! Mid laner: Retreat? Not going to happen. Even if I only have one drop of blood left, I’m going to kill you all! Marksman: Attack range advantage? I like to battle close-range! If you aren’t a coward then don’t run, let me kill you all! Support: Support? As if! Wait until I switch to an AD build, then I’m going to kill you all! Jing Yu: …… Jing Yu: All of you, retreat! I’ll be the one to kill them!

While negotiating business inside a dimly lit bar, Lu Shang unexpectedly crossed paths with a grime-covered teenager. He had no intention of meddling—until familiar memories were stirred by the sight of old bullet wounds on the boy’s back. “What should I call you?” Lu Shang asked. “They just call me Xiao Li… I don’t know my real name.” “No memory at all?” Lu Shang frowned. “None.” “Then from today onward,” Lu Shang said with quiet finality, “your name is Li Sui. You’ll stay with me.” And so began a strange companionship—an unspoken bond where the once nameless youth became Lu Shang’s constant shadow. Years passed, and one day Dr. Leung joked over drinks, “Funny how things turned out—you tried to capture his heart, but ended up handing over your own. Doesn’t seem like a great deal, does it, Boss Lu?”

If Jubei and Jubei travel to the drama version of Soul Suppressor Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan... This article is pure fantasy, it will never happen to a real person.

As a new NPC, He Yang's journey was full of thorns — the script was terrible, the system was deceptive, and the conquerors were particularly restless! Fortunately, he still had a good luck buff. With the Koi Carp attached to his body, he could turn the rotten into the magical wherever he went. The counterattack of a slacker student, the startup of an internet celebrity, the survival of the apocalypse... He Yang: Wait, this golden finger seems to be a bit big! The Programmer who secretly changed the data: After hugging the thigh for so long, it's time to pay some interest. He Yang:??? The Programmer: It's fine even if you don't have money. Repay me with your body!

Ye Shu transmigrated into the book he had just read and became the first cannon fodder minister who was brought down by the tyrannical male lead, suffering a death by a thousand cuts, turned into dust, that kind of thing. Ye Shu resolutely packed up and decided to abscond before this could happen. On the road, feeling that he had been drugged, he accosted someone for help. Who would have expected that he would wake up the next day with the tyrant smiling beside him. “Did you sleep well?” Ye Shu: “……” To survive, Ye Shu was forced to enter the palace as a consort, and henceforth, lived a harsh life of being ordered around and squeezed by the tyrant. When the tyrant annotated folding memorials[1], he refilled his tea and ground more ink. When the tyrant ate, he tested his dishes for hidden drugs. When the tyrant retired for the night, he was even responsible for warming his bed. It wasn’t until his belly started to grow that Ye Shu noticed that the book he had transmigrated into seemed to be a bit buggy…… This f*cking world was actually ABO. He hadn’t been drugged, previously… That was the first differentiation period as he became a Kunjun! Tyrant: “This Qianjun’s rut period is coming, my beloved consort……” Ye Shu slammed the bedchamber’s door in front of the tyrant. “Heh, not a chance.” — Note: [1] Folding memorial – Memorials were an official communication to the Emperor of China. A “Folding Memorial”, for instance, was to be written on pages small enough for the emperor to hold them in his hand and read without being observed.