What If I Can't Die? - Chapter 616 - Fusang Island (1)

They stole her work. They stole her future. And they thought she’d just walk away.Aria Solona was a prodigy—an orphan who clawed her way out of poverty and rose to become a Cloud Architect, one of the unseen hands shaping the digital backbone of modern civilization.Until the day her boss stole everything.Humiliated, betrayed, and broken, she rage-quit her job… only to be swallowed by a glowing white door that tore her out of reality.Now, in a world of monsters, dungeons, and gods, she is no longer a Cloud Architect.[Job Assigned: Dungeon Architect][Skill Granted: Assistance System (EX)]Instead of code and servers, she can now create traps, safe zones, and fortresses out of thin air. Her knowledge of design and systems, the very skills that kept the digital world alive, are now her weapons in a realm where survival means building faster, smarter, and deadlier than anything hunting her.No swords. No spells. No plot armor. Just her mind, her system, and her will to never be used again.In a world where dungeons devour the unprepared, Aria won’t just survive—She’ll architect her own legend.Additional Tags: Female Protagonist, Transmigration, Isekai, System, Creation Class, Dungeon Building, Survival, Overpowered Growth, Sarcastic MC.

Wang Zhong arrived in an alternate world and became embroiled in this world's global war.What he gained was a cheat, akin to a real-time strategy game's overhead perspective, and he could even see through the eyes of his subordinates' units!So, he decisively started micro-managing, “Shift the machine gun position five centimeters to the left! Place the anti-tank cannon in the forest on the right!”Three years passed in this manner, and Wang Zhong looked at the marshal's baton in his hand, then at the double-headed eagle flag behind the emperor's envoy.“In my hometown, there's an old saying, 'Princes and generals, are they not sprung from the masses?' Envoy, do you know of it?”

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Fate, a gatekeeper who had been working for the castle, is beset by a few burdens.