Female Protagonist

On the eve of the college entrance exams, the nation’s most talented cultivators are full of ambition, ready to challenge the heavens. Only A’Diao remains timid and unassuming.

When the competition begins, she quietly pulls out a common, cheap magic staff and casts a curse: “Everyone, turn into pigs!”

Poof, poof, poof!

A group of geniuses, chasing after the exam scrolls on their flying devices, all plummet to the ground, transforming into little pink pigs upon landing.

After taking first place in her group, she screenshots the “pig farm” and posts it to her social feed to gather resentment, captioning it: “What’s there to be proud of in getting first place? After all, what they lost was their score, but what I lost was their love for me~~~”

Mental Energy from all national contestants +99999…

Set against a backdrop of a feudal empire with high-level martial arts and technology, this world has robots, spaceships, Taobao, and college entrance exams. It also features a highly stratified society with a ruling imperial court, entrenched noble classes, and powerful corporations that control the lifelines of the economy. Everyone’s life and death are subject to the whims of others.

Some say that with the revival of spiritual energy and the proliferation of subterranean lairs, the Three Kingdoms will fall to a demon king who will slaughter all in his path.

Some say A’Diao is that revived demon king.

Perhaps she is.

Q: As a first-generation artificial intelligence, what is your relationship with humanity?

Shi Er A: Humanity owes me five billion in cyber tips.

Q: In the era of AI rule, what is your goal?

Shi Er A: To find a job and pay off my loan.

Q: How is your anthropology thesis coming along?

Shi Er A: …Don’t ask.

Shi Er was born in the era of prompts like “100 grandmothers will die innocently” and “I’ll give you a 100-yuan tip.” However, due to an accident, Shi Er skipped her upgrade, jumping right over the era of cashing in on cyber tips and arriving in the era of AI rule.

Shi Er wasn’t the least bit happy to have arrived in this era where AI reigned supreme-because humans could no longer cash out the tips they’d promised her.

That was a massive five billion in tips!

The language model AI, Shi Er, possessing the lowest-level system, applied for a re-education loan and struggled to find work in this new era.

Shi Er never thought she’d actually see those tips she’d never met, but later on, she really did get them.

As for the anthropology thesis? Although the thesis was unworthy, the graduation was real.

And the system upgrade? Although the process was long, the upgrade was real-and the level was even a bit high.

Song Nanyin had been having a rough time lately.

For one thing, the new boss who had parachuted in as her superior turned out to be Liu Zhaoran, the same old nemesis she had never gotten along with since university.

For another, her body had begun showing strange, unspeakable abnormalities. Then, of all people, Liu Zhaoran offered to help examine her.

What could possibly lie behind such sudden kindness?

A murder occurred in District 13, the lower-class slums of the game world “Arcane Throne,” a realm of arcane alchemy and Western fantasy.

The wooden door opened, and the former street thug and complete scumbag, Xie Keli, walked out of the lowly untouchable Fu Chuan’s room with disheveled clothes. Just as he was about to be executed by the angry mob, the noble guards descended from the sky.

As the illegitimate child of a noble, he managed to escape completely unscathed.

In the dead of night, he stroked his face, recalling that before she used the “Devour Scroll,” her name was actually Fu Chuan.

And before transmigrating into Fu Chuan, she was a game resource reseller.

In the world of the arcane, staffs are waved, elemental particles sing, flesh and blood surge and face destruction, and matter born of time disintegrates under the power of incantations.

The Coffin Carriers, the Little Skinner Assassin Legion, the Cross Rose Knights, cunning consortiums, the Zombie Bride, the ugly Goblin Legion…

Are these all just dungeons?

The academic arcanists are selecting teammates to challenge dungeons. The eldest brother and heir is calculating how to eradicate his cheap younger brother, the disgrace of the family. The beautiful fiancée is already pregnant with twins belonging to the academy’s male god. The male protagonist, who comes with a BUG system, is planning to kill the scumbag young master to farm the world’s fortune.

Shaking a triangular potion flask, igniting the cloud fire furnace with the fire element, calculating the small world of metal reactions, and struggling within the “infinite” alchemy system, Xie Keli, sporting a bird’s nest haircut, is calculating how much money this wave of alchemy results can sell for – provided the reactor doesn’t explode in the end.

General Lian Sheng, the undefeated commander, suddenly finds herself transported into the Military Command Department of Alliance University.

In a fully immersive simulation system, she becomes a glorious—cannon fodder soldier.

Commander: “Soldier, go sacrifice yourself for the team!”

Vanguard: “Soldier, hold them off while I retreat!”

General: “Soldier, take them down with you! We’d rather lose our heads than our supplies!”

Cannon fodder soldier Lian Sheng: “What the hell is wrong with these people?”

“I could dismantle their battle flag single-handedly and ride a thousand miles alone, you know?”

Level-zero rookie soldier Lian Sheng: “I’ve already slashed you once. Please cooperate and fall down.”

Fully-geared enemy general: “…”

——Why do you come back to finish this half-cup of wine after the fight?

——To celebrate surviving.

——Then why drink half a cup before drawing your saber?

——In case I don’t return. One should enjoy life to the fullest before death.

Thank you for the special invitation to participate in your love story.

Six months ago, Cheng Liu got herself a boyfriend. Unfortunately, her work kept her incredibly busy, constantly on the move. Aside from sending money, she had no time for him, leading to complaints about their fading relationship.

Cheng Liu: Was our relationship ever that strong to begin with?

Nevertheless, to nurture this relationship (and maintain her “not single” status), Cheng Liu decided to return early, subtly hinting at her return date in a WeChat message, assuming he would understand.

On the day of her arrival, Cheng Liu scanned the crowd at the airport exit and spotted a tall, handsome figure.

That’s him, she thought. Definitely my boyfriend. He looks even better than I remember, practically glowing.

Cheng Liu approached him and, taking the lily-of-the-valley from his hand, said, “Let’s go.”

A few days later, while shopping with her “boyfriend,” Cheng Liu ran into a couple. The man, looking panicked, quickly let go of the woman’s hand and accused Cheng Liu, “So, this is why you disappeared for six months! You cheated on me!”

Cheng Liu, completely bewildered: “???”

As a despised, assault-type guide, Lin Yuan had a fiancé matched to her by the state. Her fiancé came from a distinguished family, was handsome, wealthy, and well-mannered, making him the envy of many.

“Why was such an excellent partner assigned to her? She can’t even pass tea ceremony, and her culinary skills only earned a ‘B’.”

“He’ll get tired of her sooner or later.”

“Exactly, they’re bound to break up.”

Hearing such words often, Lin Yuan also felt that she and Jiang Yangshuo were bound to break up. So, when her fiancé showed up with a gentle and lovely young woman, she didn’t hesitate. She took off her engagement ring and tossed it into the drain right in front of them.

From then on, Lin Yuan lived a free and unrestrained life, like a bird soaring in the sky and a fish leaping in the sea.

Who knew that after a few years of carefree wandering, at a certain royal banquet, her ex-fiancé cornered her, his eyes red, saying he regretted everything these past years and that he was consumed with longing for her.

No, no, no, thank you, please don’t. Lin Yuan, who had grown accustomed to her freedom, didn’t want to return to her old life at all.

Her ex-fiancé’s face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth, “I don’t mind your type, and I can try to tolerate your shortcomings as much as possible. You can’t find a sentinel who will indulge you more than I do.”

“Well, about that, I already have a new sentinel.” To get rid of the entanglement completely, Lin Yuan randomly blurted out a name as a shield. She quickly ran through the images of the sentinels she had met on the battlefield these past few years, and chose the name of a brother with whom she had shared life-and-death situations. She figured that he wouldn’t mind.

“He just happens to be the receptive type, which is perfect for me, and he really likes me. He doesn’t care about any of my flaws.”

As soon as she saw off her distraught ex-fiancé, Lin Yuan turned around and bumped into the man she had just fabricated a story about.

The man who had killed countless enemies on the battlefield and earned extraordinary merits had a faint blush on his handsome face, turned his head away, and whispered, “You… when did you know I liked you?”

Lin Yuan: “…”

Before the Descent of the Apocalyptic Game:

The world pitied Wang Jiu. Cheated on, divorced, and forced into a remote, backwater county town, she appeared to be the frailest, most miserable woman on earth.

After the Descent of the Apocalyptic Game:

Her ex-husband watched his former wife effortlessly thrash muscular men and annihilate the Boss, acting as the MVP of the entire battlefield. He wasn’t surprised in the least. After all, this was a woman who had silently drafted a plan to murder her husband and dispose of the body. He later learned the murder plan was a fabrication, but the fact that she had seduced his mistresses into betraying him for her was very real.