MTL - The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel - Chapter 4 For the sake of being orphans...

He died on Earth with nothing—no legacy, no power, and no second chances... or so he thought.After getting hit by a truck, a disillusioned young man awakens in the body of a boy named Zane, in a war-torn fantasy world where nations clash over power, and magic is the law of survival. Gifted a mysterious book from parents he barely knew—and now lost forever—Zane accidentally awakens the Void System, a cold, cryptic force that offers power... at a price.In a world of monsters, systems, and bloodshed, Zane doesn’t get a choice.Survive, or vanish into nothing

Also known as: It turns out that I am a double cultivation grass *#*

Xizhou has become a grass in the cultivation world.
The grass is an ordinary dreaming grass. What is unusual is that the owner of this medicine field is a fairy-like and jade-colored senior sister.

Xizhou originally thought that the grass was stable, but who would have expected the elder sister to be plotted, her cultivation base would be destroyed, and her life would not be long.
At the moment of life and death, Xi Zhou accidentally fell into her dream…

After waking up from the dream, Senior Sister’s cultivation has recovered.
Disciples: Can this be restored? How did you do it?
Sister:–
(Can she say that being with a woman in a dream is indescribable)

From now on…
The elder sister was seriously injured, and Xizhou fell into a dream.
The elder sister’s inner alchemy is broken, and Xizhou falls into a dream
Senior Sister is pregnant, Xi Zhou… dumbfounded *#*

small theater
Senior Sister: Can you change the way you treat?
Xizhou: I don’t want to either, do you think I’m willing to do it?
Senior Sister: Shameless!
Xizhou: “…”

1. Have a child, first in harmony and then in love.
2. It is not a large fantasy, and there are many private settings.
3. It is purely fictitious, and the writing is white.
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Content Labels: Soul Transformation Xianxia Cultivation Sweet Text

Search keywords: protagonists: Xi Zhou, Zhai Wangyou ┃ supporting roles: countless ┃ others: sweet text

- Description from novelbuddy

What should I do after passing through?

Mo Jun’s answer is:

Life will be meaningless if you don’t work hard to enjoy it.

Then play music, then dance.

(Note: This book is a colleague of Qin Shimingyue, classified as light novels, not historical texts.)

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In a world devastated by an unforgiving apocalypse, Qing Xia struggles against a life filled with despair. Surrounded by the suffocating remnants of society—polluted air, barren land, and the haunted expressions of humanity—he often envies those who have found peace in death, escaping the relentless suffering of existence. Yet, the memory of his family's sacrifice fuels his determination to endure, making him one of the last survivors in a landscape of desolation.But fate has other plans. During a routine mission, Qing Xia’s life abruptly ends, or so he believes. To his shock, he awakens reborn as an idol on the brink of obscurity, a mere shadow in a vibrant world. Eager for a second chance, he seeks solace in a newfound identity, yearning for a life filled with simple pleasures.However, tranquility slips through his fingers as he is thrust into an unexpected chaos—a variety show that pulls him into the heart of danger, where secret agents, ruthless hitmen, and shadowy figures lurk. With every step, the weight of his dreams collides with a reality he never wished to face. As he grapples with relentless uncertainty, Sian realizes that the struggle for peace may lead him deeper into turmoil. In this haunting journey, can he carve out a destiny in a world that seems determined to tear him apart? The winds of fate do not blow as one wishes, and with shadows closing in, every moment counts.----------------------------Black box:Someone: “Darling, help me deal with these people.”Sian: “Stay away from me. I have nothing to do with you or them.”Someone, with fake tears: “Darling, I’m hurt. Come kiss me here, and the pain will go away.”Sian, holding a military knife: “Does it hurt there? How about I just cut it off for you?”Someone, stripping Sian’s clothes: “Darling, you look so beautiful when you’re angry. I can’t take it anymore.”Sian: “Go to hell! Ah—ahh! Stop it—stop! That hurts! Quit biting me, you damn dog!”