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The entire league is searching for the next superstar, but I know the next one, the one after him, and every superstar for the next twenty years. This is the story of an ordinary working man who, with nothing but nerve and a sharp eye, makes trades, drafts picks, and lays out plans step by step, rising from a college scout all the way to the pinnacle of life. An NBA team-management novel—a new genre experiment. Feel free to bookmark and follow along~

“Have you ever wanted to take a trip with your family, only to be set upon by demonic beasts?”“Have you always been kind to others, only to be tormented by nightmare fiends?”“Are you worried that terrifying demon clans lurk in every corner of your peaceful life?”“My name is Yue Wen, and I am the head of the Yue Cultivation Agency. If any of the above troubles you, feel free to contact me at any time.”“Our agency upholds the principles of quality at a bargain price and the thorough eradication of evil, striving to bring you exorcism services that are low in cost and high in quality. Exorcise twice, get the third free—and invite your friends and family to help chop even more off the evil spirit.”“The Yue Cultivation Agency—the agency that belongs to the people of Jiangcheng!”“...”Click.Watching that fearsome face on the screen, an honest, mild-mannered demon indignantly switched off the television.“Somebody save me!”“Can this world ever be right again...”“Has he still not ascended today?!”

Adrift through the mortal world, cultivating the self in search of truth; a road of hardship, every step stirring wind and cloud. Only upon standing at the summit did I know: the starry rivers of the myriad heavens were waiting for me alone. On the day the Great Dao falls, amid the overturning of heaven and earth, look to the clouds above — there stand Nine Sovereigns, equal to Heaven.

When the nation is in peril, take up arms and don armor; when the people are in danger, warriors rush to the fore! Resist, resist, resist—daybreak in the east! From the author of the guaranteed hit with over 10,000 subscriptions, My Years in Espionage.

Take a bowl, fill it with soil, count one, two, three, four, five. Plant a toad, it turns into a train; plant an edamame bean, it turns into a tiger. Grow yourself a set of fine crafts, and enjoy a lifetime of fortune without hardship. Three hundred and sixty trades among myriad lives—on every grand path, who holds sway? That carpenter possesses great skill: a flick of his chalk line sunders yin and yang, his interlocking mortise and tenon suppress the eight wildernesses. This blacksmith commands formidable methods: a furnace of molten fire resonates through heaven and earth, a thousand hammer strikes cleave dawn and dusk. Then there is an ambitious tailor: an inch of thread riding the wind tailors the world's phenomena, a prick of the needle binds the four quarters. And there is a ruthless cook: an iron stove stokes hellfire to stew the mortal coil, blades summon wind and thunder, using bone as firewood. Wansheng Province: a thousand people, a thousand faces; myriad beings, myriad changes. Standing amidst the crowd, Zhang Laifu grins with smug delight: "Come on, follow me and let's go live the good life!"

July, Year 14994 of the Immortal Calendar. Chen Zhuo was admitted to Taiqing City Alchemy Vocational and Technical College and was granted an artificial spirit root, becoming a cultivator with a single Wood-attribute artificial spirit root. Originally, Chen Zhuo had already foreseen his future: cultivating honestly for over a century, toiling away on a company assembly line, and seeing if he could reach the peak of Qi Refinement to earn a modest pension. Yet shortly after the spirit root was implanted, Chen Zhuo suddenly discovered that he possessed a Realm-Breaking Pearl, which could transport his physical body to another ancient world of cultivation. And so, Chen Zhuo realized that his future seemed to have changed. "What do you mean, 'The sect has finally found an Immortal Dao prodigy with a Heavenly Spirit Root'?" Chen Zhuo was dazed. Turns out I'm an Immortal Dao prodigy? From then on, Chen Zhuo embarked on a path of cultivation, posing as a peerless prodigy.

Transmigrating to a wasteland ravaged by the infected and ceaseless natural disasters, Cheng Ye became a border inspector for Bliss City. Every survivor seeking to enter Bliss City had to be thoroughly interrogated and inspected to prevent the infected from slipping in. Soon, however, Cheng Ye realized that these infected beings were completely different from what he had imagined! Here, there were Deathrattle Tentacles that could bring the dead back to life and survive on sheer obsession. There were Death Dandelions that could instantly blanket two square kilometers in an area-of-effect infection. There were Blazing Sunflowers that emitted biological deconstruction rays capable of melting anything in their path. And there were Smiling Mandrakes that grew stronger simply by making creatures laugh... Wait, you want me to inspect monsters like these? Fortunately, Cheng Ye acquired a special Civilization Collector. As long as a target creature was cooperative enough, he could search and replicate their intel, items, skills, attributes, abilities, facilities, and more... Even if a search failed, he still accumulated action points, providing materials to upgrade items, equipment, and his shelter. Wait, how could it even search up a spouse? Staring at the City Lord's wife standing right in front of him, Cheng Ye was completely dumbfounded! ... Keywords: Wasteland, Shelter, Farming/Base Building, Hoarding Supplies, Tech Tree... [Author has already completed a high-quality 6-million-word wasteland novel; guaranteed quality, read with confidence.]

Demons, ghosts, monsters, and cultivators hide in modern society, enjoying the conveniences brought by technology. A thousand-year-old tree demon impersonates a precious ancient tree and collects a government subsidy every month; an eight-hundred-year-old fox demon livestreams, posing coquettishly and absorbing people's vital essence; a five-hundred-year-old literary cultivator secludes himself for a hundred years to painstakingly study the eight-legged essay, only to emerge and find the imperial examinations abolished; a three-hundred-year-old tiger demon eats and drinks well in a wildlife park, observing the humans in their cars; a hundred-year-old zombie, his kind having dwindled drastically, opposes cremation and supports burial; a sixty-year-old sect leader leads his sect down the mountain to start a company and enter the secular world, only to be arrested for embezzlement and bribery; a thirty-year-old cultivator is filmed flying on his sword and hires paid commenters to flood the comments claiming it's AI; seventeen-year-old Zhou You is busy saving the world.

A Lord of the Mysteries fanfic featuring both pathways of Order, set in the era of Roselle. Transmigrating overnight into a strange world where a crimson moon hangs high, industry is just beginning to bud, and mystery lurks in the shadows, Charlotte Sauron thought she could make a great splash with her noble status and the knowledge in her head—only to discover that she is not the only transmigrator of this era! Charlotte: You're a transmigrator (pointing at Roselle), and you're a transmigrator too (pointing at the "Fool")—you're all transmigrators (pointing fingers this way and that)? Some people invent and create, some play at secret societies, and someone else treats me like a thorn in their eye and a thorn in their flesh? Do I really have to start a war, overthrow the royal house, send the king to the guillotine, and take his place as the Black Emperor just to sit at the same table as all of you? Roselle: Why are you stealing my job? Charlotte: Fine, then. You can have the Black Emperor's throne. (A completed, high-quality Lord of the Mysteries fanfic of five million words—safe to start reading.)

I, Qin Zheng, travel the myriad heavens relying on righteous qi through and through. Whoever sees me must agree that I am the incarnation of righteous qi. Righteous Qi: Stay away from me! The story of an evil cultivator stirring up trouble in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, fabricating unofficial histories in the world of the Three Kingdoms, and acting despicably in Siheyuan. (Lu Xiaofeng, Number One Under Heaven, Twin Dragons of the Great Tang, Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, Hong Kong crossover, Little Li Flying Dagger, the jiangshi series, Fung Wan, Journey to the West, Harry Potter)

Simple version: My name is Liu Xiu. I transmigrated. Maoshan’s senior brother, Shi Jian, is my master… Not-so-simple version: Uncle Nine: “Great accomplishment in the Way of Talismans? I say you’ve gone astray. Damn it—stop that talisman-paper printing press of yours at once…” Daoist Four-Eyes: “I’ve heard of copper-armored corpses, gold-armored corpses, and silver-armored corpses, but what do you mean by selling silver-armored corpses in bulk?” Daoist Qianhe: “This poor Daoist is powerless…” Shi Jian: “…”

This is a future world where demon gods truly exist. A soul born on Earth arrived in haste, and then quietly shattered. Ye Huan's motto in life is: "Let us live for one more day!" "—Live for a day, grow stronger for a day, and be happy for a day!" Wait. Are they really demon gods?

[The author has already completed a premium novel with 7,000 average subscriptions—quality guaranteed, read with confidence. ] Choice matters more than effort! Martial masters fight bloody battles over treasure trees on land, yet the divine grass of the deep waters goes unnoticed. Liang Qu, transmigrated into a fisherman, obtains the Water-Marsh Cauldron, refines the [Water Monkey] talent, commands the water beasts, and reaps his way to the peak! [Water Monkey] → [Marsh Tamarin] → [Water King Ape] → [Huai-Wu Water Lord]! From now on, the waves of ten thousand li of marshes are mine to command! ………… The floodwaters surge. People kneel in prayer, offering up sacrifices. 'Please, Lord Water God, protect us......' Damn it, can you stop sacrificing young maidens to me? I'm really not a water god!

Transmigrating into a cataclysmic world of chaos filled with all sorts of bizarre relics, Qiu Tu discovers that he has actually slept with a big shot's mistress... Since he's already been found out, then... just let nature take its course? Boost his strength, cultivate his faction, recruit beau... beautiful and powerful subordinates, and step by step climb to the apex of this world! Cataclysmic abilities and bizarre relics include: an orpiment stone that erases one's impression from other people's minds; a mirror that lets someone standing before it freely adjust their appearance and copy others' looks and voices; an exotic beast's severed head that summons a storm after being kissed; a piggy bank that can store emotions; an inversion potion that increases favorability when you beat someone up, and so on...

Reincarnated as a mage in another world, Zelier unlocked a cheat that allows him to gain god-tier talent skills. Upon reaching Level 2, he could choose one of the following two talents: Option 1: [Arcane Surge] Increases maximum mana, boosts mana regeneration rate, and enhances spell power, making your magical foundation rock-solid. "Firepower! That is true justice!" Option 2: [Formula Deduction] Allows you to analyze the structure of any magic formula you see, replicate it, and make it your own. "Your magic is pretty good, but in the next second, it's mine." After brief consideration, he decisively chose Option 2! From then on, Zelier became a spell-copying maniac. With just a single glance at any magic, it would instantly become his own specialty. Breaking through to become a Low-Tier Mage, he got to choose once again! Option 1: [Source Overload] When actively triggered, you briefly enter an overload state. During overload, your magical strength is significantly amplified with zero side effects! "You thought this was my limit?" Option 2: [Mana Contract] Comprehensively boosts Strength, Agility, and Constitution based on a percentage of your Spirit attribute! Granting a mage a physical physique even more terrifying than a warrior's! "Try ambushing me again, why don't you?" ...... Equipped with overpowered talent skills, while other mages were still bitterly meditating, Zelier had long since started from a humble magic apprentice—slaying monsters, leveling up, advancing step by step, and ascending to the pinnacle of the Candia Continent! God-tier talents stack layer upon layer; my magic has no upper limit!

The immortal dao stands lofty and supreme, gods and demons gaze down upon the mortal realm, and monsters run rampant... Stumbling into this world, Lin Zheyu discovered that heaven rewards the diligent—as long as he worked hard enough, he could grow stronger. So what if the immortal dao is out of reach? So what if gods and demons cannot be looked upon? So what if monsters run rampant? Embarking on the martial path, Lin Zheyu remained steady, low-key, and industrious, carving out his own martial path to immortality through tireless effort and rigorous training!

Martial arts, folklore, strange tales, taboos, the imperial court, the jianghu, grandmasters, mystical duels, underworld journeys, spirit mediums, deity invocation, Nuo exorcism, esoteric cults, immortality... On the roads of the jianghu, people from all walks of life mingle in endless variety. Within the mystic arts, bizarre folklore and strange tales appear in myriad curious forms. This is a clamorous era, an age where danger and opportunity coexist. Blade in hand, Li Yan strides forth, destined to ward off all evils, unbound by any taboo!

Dawn. The light of daybreak is long overdue, and the lingering glow of dusk has already faded into darkness. In the mist-shrouded city: churches lurking in the shadows, blood vessels creeping along the cracks in the walls, gnawing sounds in the sewers, whispering dark figures... The lantern bearer strolls forward.

Hit with back-to-back unemployment and betrayal, Su Jin was mistakenly hired by a mysterious company at the absolute lowest point in his life. Countless worlds teeter on the brink of destruction; only by saving clients can the sparks of civilization be preserved. Taking on the mission in the face of crisis under the name of the Spark, Su Jin travels to myriad realms. The doomsday countdown has begun, and the bell has already tolled! Zombie sieges, demonic springs erupting from the earth, rampaging flora, solar flares, containment breaches... Client: "I foresaw that the apocalypse is coming in seven days, but no one believes me. Even my mom called the police, saying I've lost my mind. Are you saying you believe me, and you can save me?" Su Jin: "Of course. And I will help you survive the initial phase of the apocalypse." Client: "What can you do?" Su Jin: "I never ask clients to trust me. Just check my record of failure." "Because I never fail."

“The revival of spiritual qi is the world’s deathbed radiance.”“When the otherworld descends, we are the otherworld, and we must descend upon the world across from us.”“Every enemy Chosen One is a dragon or phoenix among men—either dominating an entire era or peerless in the world.”“The identities I’m given are either cannon fodder or extras.”As Wei Yuefu—the third senior brother in a martial arts hall who is used as a foil to draw out the real talent, the dissolute son of a fallen family in an esper Republic of China, the eldest son of a rural noble house who cultivates a knight breathing method, and more—he counts himself lucky that he is no easy mark either.