I Transmigrated Into a Novel and Became the Vicious Stepmother of Five Cute Babies - Chapter 21

He had never invested in shares or bought a lottery ticket, and neither did he have any experience in the general business industry. Lu Li found that the only thing he could do was play games.

I see that I have reincarnated into a game world.This cultivation world is dangerous, so I shall install a max status attribute mod.The cost of living is expensive, so I shall install an infinite gold mod.Treasures and artifacts are scarce, so I shall install an item duplication mod.No alchemist is selling heaven-grade pills, so I shall install a pill factory mod.Someone said money doesn't grow on a tree, but my 4th-dimension farms grow spirit stones.Game protagonists are ruining countries and sects, so I shall install a protagonist-hunting mod.What game mods or systems should I install next? Oh, right, I forgot. I need to rescue poor villainesses and heroines from those vile protagonists. Please excuse this villain.

Lord of the Mysteries, part two.

In 1368, at the end of July. Bloody scarlet will descend from heaven.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.