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Damn it! Let's smash the darkness together!

In the post-apocalyptic era, amidst the wasteland and chaos, the great path reaches the heavens. Mad Outer Gods, uncontrollable cursed cultivation methods, extraordinary martial artists facing ominous old age... Above the starry sky, deities circle, and below, ghosts roam at night! In this doomsday scenario, Xu Shu carries the "Primordial Scroll" and transmigrates. Through a simulation game, he achieves one exclusive accomplishment after another, seeking a sliver of hope for survival. The ten-day apocalypse, the Dragon King returns, resurrects his lover, and saves the world; With a passionate and generous heart, he fights and conquers while carrying the burden of a grieving father whose child was stillborn... As more and more accomplishments are achieved, he gradually lets himself go within the simulation game. Until... A true disciple of the Female Void Palace is pregnant overnight, announcing an emergency lockdown; The long-extinct master of the White Jade Capital rises from the grave, destroys enemies with a wave and proves his Dao as a Great Emperor; A shepherd boy arrives at the gates of the Holy Temple, claiming to be Ye Su; Moreover, a young man riding a cow attains enlightenment, leaving Hangu Pass and preaching with a scroll: - The human race must strengthen itself. You may admire me, but there's no need to worship me; - Together, we punish those who claim to be gods! ... Dreams reflect reality, and more and more people begin to spread his name and words across the land. Only then does Xu Shu realize that the life he simulated has far-reaching effects, like a butterfly flapping its wings! And those rampant Outer Gods finally recall the fear that once dominated them... He dies thousands of times on the path to ascension, and another night passes in the Primordial Scroll. Suddenly looking back, he has shattered both heaven and earth. "I, Xu Shu, am a crude person. My apologies, fairy!" ---
Roll it again tomorrow · 515.5k Views

Beastmen Are Crazy, So I Sell Them Therapy

Blanca Frostine transmigrated into the very beast-world novel she’d been reading. Great. Fantastic. Even better? This world had a massive problem. In this empire, beastmen suffered from a condition called Hysteria. When their emotions spiked, they lost control and turned into rampaging monsters. When their emotions dipped too low, they reverted into small, helpless beast cubs. Therapy existed, technically, in the form of rare energy stones—but there was a catch. The stones only worked if they were hand-carved into the exact animal form of the beastman. The more realistic the sculpture, the stronger the calming effect. The more lifelike the carving, the more times it could be reused. Which was where Blanca’s luck kicked in. In her previous life, she’d been a legendary sculptor—wealthy, talented, and famously difficult to deal with. Her works were so vivid they felt like they were breathing. People waited months just to beg for a commission, and because she had zero patience for nonsense, the art world had crowned her with a fitting title: The Sculptress. So when Blanca realized she could carve energy stones better than anyone in this world, romance was not her first concern. Powerful beast husbands? Fated mates? Tragic, handsome generals with emotional damage? She waved all of it away. “I’ll date later,” she decided calmly. “After I get rich.” And so, instead of a love story, she opened a shop. A small, suspiciously low-effort store suddenly appeared on the Regional Network, selling palm-sized sculptures carved with terrifying realism. Just looking at the screen was enough to calm raging emotions. The empire lost its mind overnight. Orders flooded in. Nobles panicked. The military took notes. Unfortunately, the shop owner was… Lazy, sharp-tongued, and deeply uninterested in customer satisfaction. “No rush orders.” “No refunds.” “Stop messaging me at 3 a.m.” “And stop flirting in the reviews.” Still, her sculptures sold out within seconds. What Blanca didn’t expect was the growing number of powerful beastmen who began appearing in her life—each claiming they just needed emotional treatment, each lingering a little too long, each staring at her hands like they were something far more dangerous than weapons. After all, in an empire full of beasts who lost control when their emotions ran wild, Blanca Frostine was the only one who could calm them with a touch. And while she kept insisting she wasn’t interested in love— Love, unfortunately, seemed very interested in her. “Screw finding a husband,” Blanca thought, carving another masterpiece. “…Why do they keep lining up anyway?”
Admiral_Blue · 190.2k Views

Angels of the End

At the end of the final aeon, the multiverse collapses. Across an infinity of realities, civilizations that had mastered galaxies and rewritten the laws of physics witness the impossible: eternal inflation reverses. Every universe folds inward, every timeline converges, and existence itself compresses into a single cosmological remnant: Type-0 Black Hole, its horizon encoded with the complete history of everything that has ever been. Only one being escapes the end. Born from the asymmetry of the collapse of Existence itself, Nirvonis, the embodiment of end itself, breaks free from the dying multiverse carrying fragments of its core. Too corrupted by divergent forces to remain sane enough to shape the newborn reality directly, he retreats to a strange realm beyond spacetime and divides his essence, creating two angels to explore the universe that rises from the ashes of the old. Amiss, the force that draws all things toward their inevitable conclusion, and Eva, the quiet gravity where every ending collapses, descend into a cosmos unlike any before it. Because the new universe is not born from a Big Bang. It is encoded, It is projected holographically from the surface of the ancient black hole that replaced the multiverse. As the angels wander this unfolding reality, they discover civilizations rising, strange new forces of magic emerging from broken cosmic symmetries, and powers far older than the universe itself quietly steering its fate. In a universe written on the edge of oblivion, every ending carries the weight of creation and the angels of the End may be the only beings who remember what came before.
VoidAnnihilation · 9.1k Views