No Cheat in Bleach ? Watch me help Aizen then. - Chapter 13: Trust in Aizen

Good news! The game is up and running!Bad news, while other players play the game, I get played by the game.Bai E had reserved “Galaxy Online” only to find himself turned into cannon fodder artificial human within the game world.High-dimensional demons, endless swarms of insects, the crisis of intelligent machinery...Universal pests running rampant, and Bai E even has to face a fourth catastrophe—players.Confronted with these things, even the soul won't find peace after death. Finding a place to bury oneself first seems like the most prudent way to die.Wait, what's this?【Lucky Strike: Tenfold critical hit, maxed drop rate, a single strike for 999! Current charge: 100/100 (Note: Equipment depends entirely on drops, free trade for all.)】Bai E: “Initially, I refused to struggle for survival in this crisis-filled Galaxy World, but then I gave it a try, wow! The drop rate is really high!”(PS: Players who have been cut by the leek can also have a process they are passionate about.Come play a game, protagonists, players, us...)

Jiang Su transmigrated.

He transmigrated into a BL harem novel as the novel’s main character, jianghu’s number one beauty, who bewitches the masses with just his face, then is subjected to shame, humiliation, and infamy at the end.

To prevent this from happening, Jiang Su diligently practiced his swordsmanship. But then he suddenly realized…If he is still single when the original storyline ends, he will be forced to return to his original world.

Jiang Su: ……

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

When Yao Ling saved a handsome man, she never thought that there would be a day she would propose a marriage to him.