西幻 Novels

A live-streaming channel titled "[Apocalypse]" appears on JJ Live. Viewers enter to find a pale teenager with eerie crimson, pupil-less eyes, tilting his head slowly in a dimly lit room. Audiences instantly lose their minds: 【Aaaaaah! Such an adorable zombie baby—I'm sold!】 Fans dive into raising their "little zombie," determined to groom him into the post-apocalypse's most refined undead: 【Sweetie, bring an umbrella—the sunlight’s too harsh for zombies lately.】 Nightwalker: "Okay." Apocalypse World: Raising a Zombie Emperor Magic World: Nurturing the Undead God of Sorcery Cultivation World: Forging the Lord of the Underworld Cultivation World: Shaping the Supreme Ruler of Six Realms Reader’s Guide: ☆ No CP, Quick Transmigration, Progression Fantasy, Parenting Genre ☆ Multiverse Livestream – Cloud-Nurturing a Tiny Zombie

​Lin Wei's Previous Life:​​The empire and the magical world were locked in a bitter, irreconcilable war, with the continent engulfed in flames and the living wailing under the blades of battle. As the eldest son of a duke, Lin Wei concealed his gift as a summoner, using his powers to serve the empire—until, in the final battle, he perished alongside his sworn enemy, Duan Yu, in a mutual destruction.​​Reborn anew, Lin Wei chose a different path:​​He became a summoner.When he enrolled in the Magician Academy, he saw him—Duan Yu, the future supreme leader of magic, the most powerful human weapon—yet at that moment, he was merely a blind boy taking his first steps into the academy...

His iron cavalry swept up a storm, his ships wove a net. He dominated the four seas, he was the king of the world...Zhu Chi, unwilling to die, made a deal with the devil for a chance to survive in another world. A new body, young, vibrant, full of life. Finally free from the smell of hospital medicine, Zhu Chi smiled with joy. Soon, as he accepted his new identity, the smile faded from his face. He, clad in royal robes, crowned as emperor, ruled thirty-six states, the sole emperor of the western continent. He, tyrannical, waged wars at will, built carriages of gold, scorned divine authority and humiliated the church—a tyrant. The devil is indeed the devil, crafty, cunning, sinister. Now, restored to health, Zhu Chi must face those who bear him great hatred: the noble stripped of his title, the cardinal deliberately suppressed, the merchant leader whose wealth was seized, and... an assassination attempt in seven days. If nothing goes wrong, he will be exiled in four months, then hanged before the Mourn Tower. Zhu Chi: Excellent. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, smiling: So what if I'm a tyrant? If I want, even a tyrant can rule the land. [I want the Rose King's banner to fly across the continent, the eternal glory of the sun, the people to bow as the golden carriage passes. Because I—was born to be king.]

Angel transmigrated into a magical world, aiming to become a mage, only to find that graduation meant unemployment—the magical world had undergone an industrial revolution!!! Forced to make ends meet, he dabbled in games and films, peddling game consoles and merchandise to scam money. Somehow along the way, Angel ended up building a global mana network, an interplanar express delivery system, and a vast magical gaming empire. Later researchers concluded: He created arcade rune games to addict children to learning magical runes; He produced witch-themed movies and shows to encourage women to study magic; He launched electric broom racing to reignite men’s passion for magical artifacts; His interplanar express delivery company successfully made demons too lazy to leave the abyss; As for the mana network? Who could live without it now?! *Times Weekly*: Angel Cecelia is the reviver of magical civilization, the greatest magical educator, the third Cecelia to save the world, and the genius archmage who corrected interplanar coordinates. Anger: Wait, no—I just wanted to clear out that batch of surplus wands in the warehouse!

Tired of the beauties of hell, the Devil King one day descended to the mortal world and met a silver-haired beauty out for a stroll. With looks off the charts, a tall and slender figure, and a divine aura unlike any other, Lucifer felt his long-dormant heart begin to race. Love at first sight, devotion upon the second meeting. But when he finally succeeded in courting this person who called themselves "Yahweh," Lucifer suddenly realized that this silver-haired beauty seemed… oddly familiar? Wait a minute—isn’t this the very God who cast him into hell?! #The thrilling taste of enemies-turned-lovers#

Chi Lang transmigrated. He found himself in a third-rate magic academy in the Middle Ages as a third-rate mage—with zero magical aptitude. But he had a good roommate. His roommate was gorgeous. His roommate had a great temper. His roommate helped him escape danger multiple times. His roommate never complained. Chi Lang started to feel like he might have a bit of a crush on his roommate… and then his roommate solved his singlehood problem. Much later, he discovered his roommate might be a terrifyingly powerful figure— One of the demon lords sealed away by the so-called "God of Magic." And Chi Lang was the one who released the seal.

Cats are adorable, but what if a city suddenly faced a cat as colossal as Godzilla? A disaster strikes... For many years, through many events and countless people... none had managed to "awaken" the war god Yiluoka. Until one day, his cat was struck by someone. Protagonist: "Even ghosts wouldn’t believe the things I’ve been through..."

One day, the archangel Lucifer was summoned by God and went to the Grand Cathedral. And then— He was asked to serve in the bedchamber. Lucifer was utterly stunned. As the foremost of the Seven Virtues, God’s beloved Morning Star, he had spent his life strictly adhering to the divine laws, maintaining the chastity of an angel—yet he never knew serving the Creator required offering himself! My Lord, do You realize this is a breach of trust?! The entire Heaven thought their superior had fallen from grace, but in truth, he was being "favored" far too much~ Four stories in the same series: Completed work next door: *All of the Primordial Universe Knows the Demon Ancestor Is Filing for Divorce*: Author’s column with 28 completed works.

The young and notorious pirate captain, with a blank slate in love, finally encounters his destined romance during a raid: Blinded by passion, Captain Yin Luo unknowingly seizes the most powerful young Archmage of the continent—a high noble of the Glorious Empire with considerable influence, Xi Shi'an—who has temporarily lost his powers. Under the statue of the God of Matrimony, he forces him into a marital vow. Later, when the Archmage regains his strength, the pirate faces relentless retaliation. Bitterly regretting his actions, Yin Luo resolves to cut ties and reform—only to find the situation twisting beyond his expectations... For instance, he can't get divorced. —The most successful plunder of Yin Luo's life? Stealing Xi Shi'an's heart.

[Synopsis] The mage Sipleins discovers he’s just a stand-in lover—his boyfriend’s true love is someone else. So, he breaks up decisively, ready to spend the rest of his life devoted to knowledge. But then, an unexpected twist— "Thanks to the scumbag, I’m now dating your white moonlight." Two mages with identical worldviews, similar hobbies, and aligned academic opinions—practically mirror images of each other, both dubbed "time travelers from a legendary era" and "electronic device nemeses" by their apprentices—find their unlikely pairing perfectly logical. Note: The author just wants to write a sweet, fluffy, slice-of-life story with no tight plotting—mwah! The CP is mutual pining with the white moonlight, and who tops/bottoms depends on their mood that day. That scumbag ex got relentlessly bombarded with PDA and is now suffering internally. Goliath & Xuefeng’s story: "A Dragon Knight’s Daily Training Log" The apprentice’s story: "The Greatest Mage in the Galaxy" Reading Guide: 1. The magical continent has entered a modern (even futuristic) tech era, so don’t be shocked seeing mages use phones—though our protagonist can’t even handle a basic flip phone... 2. The scumbag ex has zero chance of reconciliation, no worries. 3. Thanks to all classic Western fantasy works for intellectual inspiration—elements used are well-known tropes, but the specific worldbuilding and magic systems are entirely made-up, especially regarding magical tech. Please don’t scrutinize it with logic because it’s wildly unscientific (serious). 4. If you’ve read other works in this series, this shares the same universe but is set nearly 6,000 years after "Hymn," so familiar characters might appear only in obscure Easter eggs. 5. The author loves angst and fluff equally.

#Endlessly provoking my demon ex-boyfriend, too lazy to survive# #Wait, why is he putting down the knife to kiss me?# Transmigrator Lucian happily faked his death after completing his mission—posing as the human Saint and deceiving the feelings of this world’s protagonist (and others)—before moving on to the next world. Before his death, he revealed his half-succubus bloodline, exposing his dark history. Overnight, his image shifted from a pure, flawless white lotus to a scheming, venomous black moonlight, thoroughly maximizing everyone’s hatred. Flirting and then running away—so thrilling. After all, he wasn’t coming back ^+^ ...Until one day, he woke up disconnected from his system, back in the very world he’d left. Around his ankle was a chain sealing his magic, his succubus bloodline half-awakened, marked by demonic sigils, white hair, and crimson eyes. Worse, he was trapped in a windowless tower inside a castle. And the castle’s master? The very protagonist who was determined to take revenge, destroy him, and kill him. —For some reason, after his fake death, his body hadn’t decayed. Instead, it had been preserved alive but unconscious by that man in the castle. Lucian: ...Is there still hope for me? Just as he breaks the magic seal to escape, the protagonist—alerted to his movements—grabs him by his long hair and seizes him by the throat. “Little liar, when did you come back?” the protagonist asks. His eyes burn with murderous intent—until he sees Luxian, who had been shamelessly unrepentant mere moments ago, suddenly curling up in pain before him. Protagonist: ? “My succubus bloodline... is awakening again,” Lucian gasps weakly. “I think... I’m growing horns and a tail.” Protagonist: ... “You brought this on yourself by breaking the seal,” the protagonist sneers. Just as Lucian resigns himself to being the most humiliatingly killed transmigrator in history— “Let me touch your tail,” the protagonist says hoarsely, “and I’ll let you go this time.” Lucian: ? Something’s wrong with you. “Can... it be the horns instead?” * After nearly being strangled to death by his blackened protagonist for the third time, Lucian finally goes all out. Since death is inevitable anyway, he decides to embrace his role as a spoiled, dramatic brat. When the protagonist calls him over to massage his legs, Lucian sprawls on the sofa and complains his hands hurt. When the protagonist orders him to play the piano, Lucian curls up in the pool and claims a headache. When the protagonist demands he crack walnuts, Lucian burrows into a blanket and whines his stomach aches. Fed up, the protagonist grabs his arm and drags him into the bedroom. “You twisted my ankle,” the white-haired succubus teases, eyes crinkling with mischief. “It really hurts.” Red-rimmed eyes, a soft voice laced with tiny hooks. Yet to his utter shock, instead of killing him, the protagonist silently kneels and massages his swollen ankle. “Still hurt?” he murmurs. Lucian: ? * When Lucian faked his death, the protagonist hated him. Day after day, as he preserved Lucian’s lifeless body with his own heart’s blood, the protagonist swore—if that traitor ever woke up, he’d make him bleed, make him weep. But when Lucian finally opens his eyes,uninhibited and smiling like a blooming flower, dozing against the throne like a lazy cat, the protagonist’s outstretched fingers freeze. Only one thought remains: —He must never let him find out. He loves him. ◆Cold, insane demon lord (tsundere jealousy bucket man-child) × beauty-wields-as-a-weapon black lotus

In the year 891 of the Great Light Era, a new Demon King was born in the depths of the abyss. The evil race, sealed away for over two hundred years, emerged once more. Humanity, unable to resist, suffered defeat after defeat. As the demon army advanced to the royal capital, the Holy Sovereign of mankind fought the Demon King alone for three days and nights. Yet, the blessing of the God of Light never came, and in the end, the Holy Sovereign fell exhausted. Despairing people cursed and scorned him, insisting his faith must have been tainted. Some even questioned the faith itself, allowing raging flames to consume the Brett Temple. Three days later, the demon army mysteriously withdrew. Vanishing along with them was the Holy Sovereign. Filled with regret, the people searched everywhere, but no one knew where the gentle young monarch had gone. Until spring winds melted the snow upon the temple ruins, and autumn winds buried the withered herbs. ... It was said that year, as a condition for the retreat, the Demon King took a human with him—as his trophy and slave. The slave had violet eyes, and his smile always carried a trace of sorrow, uncannily resembling the Holy Sovereign who once dwelled in the temple. . One afternoon, long after, flowers bloomed in the depths of the Gathos Abyss. The slave had planted them himself. At the time, the Demon King had mocked him mercilessly, for the abyss had never borne mortal flowers. Yet, against all odds, they bloomed. Pleased, the Demon King reflected on the past. Once, he had vented his hatred upon the slave, but now, time had softened their bond—so much so that they could lean against each other and admire the blossoms. The Demon King decided he could afford a little more kindness going forward. Perhaps, on a good day, even free the slave—and crown him the Demon King's consort. Lan Miao rested quietly against the Demon King’s shoulder, his eyes bright with clarity. Seven years had passed since he stepped into this dark abyss, like a long, surreal dream. Now, he knew full well his life was fading, his end near. But today, he was blessed to witness flowers blooming like brocade in the abyss. He thought, he could close his eyes in peace. —*"I came to the abyss to plant a flower for you—to atone for my sins."*

When Iris woke up, the world around him seemed completely different. First, his pet had a densely packed health bar floating above its head. Then, nearby objects gained strange names and descriptions. Even his own body had changed, and his current mission was to kill wild chickens running around the village entrance. Just some chickens? Piece of cake— **[Ding! Detected player’s White Magic affinity at max value. Your locked profession: Cleric!]** Iris—die-hard Black Magic purist, firm believer that White Magic is for weaklings: "......Huh?" Is it too late to delete this account and start over? --- Clerics—fragile, weak in combat. To most full-dive players, they’re just feeble healers and buff-bots. But then there was a cleric named Iris who dominated every leaderboard. Wielding purification in one hand and forbidden spells in the other, he held an undisputed top spot in the Abyss Battlefield’s kill count. To get the scoop on this "Light of Clerics," a reporter from *The Divine Chronicle* tailed Iris for three days— Day 1: Hidden among the White Church’s clergy, he watched as Iris accepted the Holy Son’s scepter, revered by the priests. Day 2: Infiltrating the Black Cult’s gathering, he witnessed Iris crowned with a thorny halo, surrounded by fervent worshippers. Reporter: ? What’s happening? Clutching two coronation red envelopes shoved into his hands, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this money was *way* too hot to handle. Would anyone even believe such an outrageous story if he published it??? Day 3: The game’s ultimate dungeon, *The Nightmare Tower*, officially opened— Legends spoke of a tower so high even dragons couldn’t fly over it, housing a world-ending demon. The reporter followed Iris to the dungeon entrance, camera at the ready, eager to document this historic clearing— Only for his target to turn around mid-shot and wave at him. "You’ve been following me so long—why not come inside for a visit?" With that, the player sporting both factions’ titles jingled a key and opened the black tower’s gates right in front of him. #NoneOfThisIsBroadcastSafe #DualFactionSaintTheory #KnowingTooMuchMightGetMeKilled #TheDungeonClearCondition?TheBossSaidStartByKilling1000Chickens

Joseph traveled a long way to inherit the estate at Wellington Manor, overjoyed and unaware of the demonic gaze fixed upon him—the look reserved for a beloved prey. Content Warning: Melodrama.

Arnold was an overworked office drone in his past life; now, he's reincarnated as an elf who just wants to laze around and do nothing. No one knows if it's because he fell from the Mother Tree at birth or if his modern soul needs time to adjust to this fantasy world. Either way, he speaks and acts at a snail's pace—no matter how hard he tries to speed up, it's hopeless, so he’s given up struggling. To this day, the Magic Academy still spreads rumors that "the Elf Queen's younger brother isn’t quite right in the head." Ludwig Asmodeus—blessed with divine beauty, the eternally noble bloodline of the Demon God, and acting commander of the 72nd Legion. A flawed genius who, 300 years ago, failed his classical music appreciation class, returned to retake it… and still flunked. Then one day, their innate powers suddenly swapped. Elf Arnold grew demonic bone wings and gained forbidden spells capable of annihilating the world, while the demon legion commander… became nature’s darling, a born bard. Arnold: "Wh—at—" Ludwig: "???" Ludwig: "*Finally* aced classical music appreciation." Arnold: "—hap—pened?" Later, as the once-every-600-years Six-Clan Tournament approaches— Arnold: "Not—" Ludwig: "The tournament requires innate power as the entry pass. I’m the Demon Clan’s Elector—but now it’s you. You *have* to win for us!" Arnold: "—my—problem." [Slowly…terrified.jpg] Ludwig: "Don’t worry. Come on! Show them your ferocity!" A perfectionist, sometimes childish demon top × an extremely long-lived, 2G-speed, sloth-reincarnated elf bottom. Alternate titles: *So What If I Laze Around? Immortals Have All the Time in the World*, *The Childish Genius Keeps Waiting for Me to Confess First*, *But I Really Can’t Act Fierce…* Tags: 1. HE, 1V1, bottom POV. 2. The story is *actually* written by the author’s cat! ⊙ω⊙

Logging into the game for the last time, the elven archmage Lu Wei prepared to bid farewell to the world, but he unexpectedly transmigrated—and not just him, but also the Demon King who allegedly fell for him at first sight. The new world is a vast desert, where heat and desolation reign supreme. How could a child of nature endure such conditions? So, transformation is imperative! Dear Demon King, though your passion and dedication are enough to move any living being, please remember that I, born from the Elven Mother Tree, am genderless. No matter how hard you try, I can’t engage in *that* with you. Rekhidmon: "I’ve prepared for this day for a long time, so there’s absolutely no problem!"

Xu Yue wakes up to find himself transmigrated as a small mob in a fantasy world. To his left are two slimes, the old couple next door. To his right, a young dragon, the middle schooler downstairs. Different species, same confusion… until Xu Yue accidentally opens his personal status panel. Game developer Xu Yue: Uh, this seems to be my own game. To protect his neighbors, he has to work hard to become the ultimate BOSS. Step one: befriend a player—wait, is this getting *too* friendly?

This novel is also known as *A Guide to Building Mystic Universities*. A Western fantasy story set in modern times with no romantic pairing. "Knowledge brings us light." —Clara University

Ning Chu downloaded a Western fantasy-raising app called *Dragon Island* during winter break, where he could raise various baby dragons. The game had stunning graphics and unique gameplay, with adorable baby dragons that were masters at being cute. Ning Chu quickly got hooked and spent a fortune raising over a dozen of them. Each baby dragon had its own personality and preferences, so Ning Chu woke up early and stayed up late every day—hunting, cooking, chopping wood to build houses, sewing clothes for the baby dragons, playing with them, and singing lullabies to tuck them in. Unfortunately, before the baby dragons could grow up, Ning Chu met with an accident. When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated. He arrived on a strange, fantastical continent filled with mages, dwarves, elves, demi-humans, and... dragons. Ning Chu’s luck was terrible. Right after arriving, he stumbled into a dragon-slaying battle, and amid the dust and chaos, a massive creature lifted its claw toward him. But... the crimson scales, the curved horns, the scorching flames spewing from its mouth... This dragon looked *exactly* like his third baby dragon?! —————— Legend says dragons were creations of the gods. The gods doted on them, bestowing them with mighty power, long life, and raising them with care. But one day, divine miracles vanished—the gods abandoned the dragons. The young dragons, deprived of love, whimpered through cold nights, growing up clumsily until they became fierce and ruthless behemoths. Later, the gods returned. Ning Chu: *Waaah, my babies, Daddy’s back*

Recently, a simulation management game called "Fantasy Mall" has rapidly gained popularity online. As a devoted fan of management games, You Xia grinded and spent heavily to finally reach the eighth level, just one step away from unlocking the grand mall and completing the game. But then, a car accident transported him into the game world! Upon activation, his transmigration game system starts him off with just a wood elf, and all his levels and experience are reset to zero. You Xia: Well then... starting over. Building a fantasy mall begins with a humble milk tea shop! —— Since birth, Lais has been a mistake—a half-human, half-demon hybrid, a disgrace to his father and family, an outcast despised by both humans and demons! Growing up in darkness, enduring the cold indifference of his kin, unwanted by anyone, even the kitchen rats were more likable than him. Countless times, Lais thought of ending his life to escape this bleak fate—until one day, an elf bathed in holy light appeared before him, reaching out a hand and saying, "Hey, buddy, let me treat you to milk tea!"