“Why is this [Summoning Card: Goblin] wearing a mask?” “Because it’s a Goblin Gangster!”

I am the only person free from the control of the Status Window. * Just a word from me, and my status window is gone. To be more precise, an error occurred when I took over the possession of the body. “Ah, why didn’t the dragon drop a single artifact?” Thanks to this, I am gradually distanced from humanity.

On the way to a company workshop, we fell into a world of immortal cultivators while still in the car. Those with spiritual roots and unique abilities were all called to join cultivation sects, living prosperously. But I, having neither spiritual roots nor special abilities, lived as an ordinary mortal for 50 years, complying with fate until my death. That’s what I thought. Until I regressed.

I was reincarnated into the world of a novel I’d only read the free chapters. Thankfully, the blood flowing in the body of the person I’d possessed was blue. “The prominence of our family comes from the blessing bestowed upon us by the royal family throughout the generations.” Maybe this is the price to pay for that. But I got a father who seems overly loyal to the Emperor. And because of that, I was forced to become a Civil Servant. While everyone else enjoys romance, I’m just spending my days as a Civil Servant.

“World” is a game renowned for its remarkable freedom. In “version 3.0”, I made the decision to maximize my focus on boosting magical abilities! All stats now revolve around magic! But In turn, I embraced a substantial number of disadvantageous traits. However, that is inconsequential. I am determined to forge the ultimate Wizard character, It matters little whether the character’s outward appearance resembles a walking corpse. Yet… What is this? I have suddenly transformed into that very character – a character with prodigious talent, yet unable to survive a single day without relying on drugs.

I banished the protagonist. Shit. If only I had transmigrated a short while before.

“I suddenly discovered that this world is dangerous today.” Bai Zhi looked grave as he typed out a line of text on his computer. “When I went out today, I came across some poor guy getting bitten by another person. Luckily, a few brave guys rushed out to bring the criminal to justice, but when the person who was bitten struggled to stand up, he was immediately beaten to the ground by one of those who had supposedly saved him—and then, they called the police! I’ve watched more than enough modern movies to know what happened. The zombie was taken out before the virus could spread.” “Last time, you told us about a few guys saving humanity from an alien invasion… This time, it’s a zombie outbreak?” There was an exasperated response from the chat box. “So how was that dangerous?” “There are also several girls who are fighting tooth and nail for a piece of me! It’s totally Hell in here, don’t you think it’s dangerous!?” “???”

Entered the academy in the game. With unbalancing skills that destroy the balance of the game’s original storyline.

One day, Raizou ​​Takakura, an average salaryman, had a Heart Attack and his life ended that day. But, he got a second life, in a different world. Reincarnated with strong skills―― wasn’t what happened to him, instead, he was reincarnated as a foot soldier in a small country, Highserk Empire, which was surrounded by large countries. With a new name, Walm, he was thrown into the frontline of war. Covered in blood and the stench of death, along with his comrades, he was slipping through life-or-death situations. An adventurer party with members that could use powerful magic, transferees with overwhelming power called the “heroes”. In a deadly battle with them, Walm gradually developed his talent as a warrior which would’ve never awakened if he were to stay in times of peace. While his eyes becoming dark and muddy over time――

At eighteen years old, Lin Qingyu was married as part of a Chong Xi into the Nan’an Hou Mansion, becoming the ill Lu Wancheng’s male wife. On the eve of their wedding, Young Master Hou lay lazily on the bed and said, “Beauty, to be honest, I really don’t want to engage in domestic struggles. I just want to drift along, eat and wait to die. I want to be a salted fish.” A year later, Young Master Hou became gravely ill. He took Lin Qingyu’s hand and sighed, “Wife, I’m going to die, but I think I can continue to transmigrate. In order for you to properly recognize me in the future, let us set a secret code.” After the death of Young Master Hou, Lin Qingyu was prepared to stay a widow all his life. Unexpectedly, after only half a year, the great general who had rendered outstanding military service, actually came to propose marriage. Lin Qingyu would rather die. But the general said but one statement, “If odd, change; if even, remain the same?” Lin Qingyu: “…I will marry you.” After two years, the general died in battle. Before Lin Qingyu even had time to grieve, he was recruited into the palace by the Emperor. The emperor complained aggrievedly, “Baobei, this time I have became the Emperor. My salted fish dreams have been completely shattered…” Lin Qingyu knew that although his husband was a bag of lazybones, no one was his equal when it came to conspiracy and schemes. He rubbed the Emperor’s head. “Don’t think about it. Get started on those reports. Behave yourself.”