Wang Que De You Novels

Reborn in the future world, the moment Ning Hua recalls all his past-life memories, he sees the alliance nations of other star systems boasting and flaunting their dominance across all hot news topics. "We possess the most elegant and melodious language." "We have the most exquisite dances." "We embody the most ancient culture." "You are nothing but tech-savvy bumpkins." Ning Hua: Heh. If he doesn't throw these words right back at them, he’d feel unworthy of Earth—now reduced to a single line in cosmic history—and the homeland he yearns for. Not to mention the nation he now calls home. Without hesitation, he begins stirring up storms online, lurking behind the scenes as the enigmatic troublemaker who leaves no one in peace. Ning Hua watches with satisfaction as the entire world frantically searches for him, basking in a sense of glory that makes this life worthwhile. The only oddity is... isn’t his household robot a little too clever? Did it really have such advanced AI when he ordered it?

I thought this was just an ordinary rebirth, but something feels off about the world around me! Zhuo Yang watches his mother using qinggong (lightness skill) to run grocery shopping, while his father grills steaks with the Fire Cloud Palm. The kid downstairs leaves a handprint on a wooden board with a single strike, and the elderly neighbor summons her husband home for dinner using the Lion's Roar. "........." What else can he do besides typing ellipses? Well, whatever changes this world has undergone, having his family back and a second chance at life is still a good thing. Not to mention, a martial arts system falls right into his lap. By all accounts, this should be an amazing stroke of luck—except... System: I’m out of energy. Gotta go. Zhuo Yang: ........ System: To use the system, you must merge with its soul and become the system yourself. Zhuo Yang: Sounds great. System: There are quite a few restrictions. Zhuo Yang: ........ System: No worries, come on, let’s read Rule #1—As a system… you must choose a host. Zhuo Yang: ........ And so, by day, he strives to master martial arts as a system user, while by night, he moonlights as a system urging others to study hard… Since when did life get so busy?! This is the story of a guy holding a golden finger (cheat ability) who also has to act as someone else’s golden finger. P.S. Only descendants of the Yan and Yellow Emperors can learn martial arts; foreigners have supernatural powers instead. P.S. All martial arts names in this story are products of naming generators and imagination. Any resemblance to actual techniques is purely coincidental.

He loves the silver screen, acting, experiencing different lives through scripts, the feeling of being adored, and the dazzling life under the spotlight. Even after transmigrating, the path he chooses and his convictions remain unchanged. Originally planning to finish learning magic before returning to the ordinary world to reclaim his former glory, a small twist of fate sparks an unconventional idea in him. Best Actor awards? Last life, he won so many his hands grew tired—this time, why not… start as an entertainment tycoon? Turning the entire wizarding world into a second Hollywood… now that sounds thrilling. V: Then what about me! Peter: In the original plan, trash like you, hindering societal progress, was on the garbage disposal watchlist. Don’t look at me like that. Though my golden finger isn’t all-powerful, dealing with a fool like you—doomed to misfortune, burdened with fatal calamities, and obsessed with self-mutilation—isn’t hard, given the right timing. V: *Cough*, let’s talk about the *current* plan. Peter: Business first, marriage later—that’s always been my motto. V immediately turns to glare at his servants. Servants kneeling: *My Lord, we’re already investigating.* V: *Investigating?* Death Eater: *Yes… we’re looking into… what Hollywood is.*

A Chinese person transmigrated to another world—a place with magic, battle aura, and a wondrous power called fulu (talisman script). It was a kind of writing that, once written, could produce tremendous power. This script was extremely difficult to learn, and it was incomplete: only a few hundred fulu characters had been confirmed worldwide.And our protagonist discovered… that this script…was Chinese.These talismans weren’t the Maoshan Taoist kind you paste up to exorcise demons and vanquish evil. They were more like the story of Ma Liang and the Magic Brush from childhood. With the Magic Brush, whatever you painted appeared. Here, whatever you wrote appeared.

After a car accident, I woke up to find myself still alive. Although my name was still Jiang Hao and this face was still my 18-year-old self, but... What? It’s the year 4011?! Reborn in the year 4011, while marveling at the futuristic technology, he also discovered this was a parallel world where history had taken a turn after the late Qing Dynasty. Since history had been completely different from World War I onward, did that mean… Opening the novel website, loading the document… Well then, don’t blame me. A new fanfiction—everyone’s support is welcome!