Disciple Cultivation System:All my students are legendary. - Chapter 30: Disciple Cultivation System ch Prelude to Rank games pt1.

Jiang Qiuqiu, a 21st-century food blogger, transmigrates to the interstellar era, completely broke and with nothing to her name.To make a living, a food streamer named Jiang Jiujiu burst onto the scene in the Federation's food livestreaming section, attracting countless bigwigs and hundreds of millions of Federation fans!#Shocking! The fan ranking of a certain streamer in the food section is practically a Federation Central TV press conference!!!#Number one on the list is the Imperial Blade, Admiral Mo Si!Number two is the Head of the Cabinet, Lord Jones!Numbers three to twenty are filled by the Federation's 18 war-faring generals!Everyone: !!!???Jiang Qiuqiu originally just wanted to cook to make a living, but she never expected to accidentally become famous, enlist in the army, save a legion, and pick up a husband.One day, a short video blew up the Federation's network. In the video, the Federation's hottest internet celebrity, Jiang Jiujiu, was directing the tall, handsome, and imposing Imperial Blade, Admiral Mo Si—with the very hands that had detonated the Insect Queen—to hold a kitchen knife and chop radishes! She also stated: “She has finally found a man who will cook for her.”Countless people sobbed over this beautiful love story!-[Gentle and Sweet Food Blogger x The Great Admiral Who Personally Cooks for the Gentle and Sweet Food Blogger]

In the dog-eat-dog Cultivation Realm, Fang Qingyuan, a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect, holds an ancient Immortal Mansion, yet chooses a path that leaves his fellow sect members dumbfounded—When his fellow sect members are staining Secret Realms with blood to fight for heavenly materials and earthly treasures, he pilots a Profound Turtle Beast ship across rivers, making a fortune by ferrying passengers;When the prodigies of the sect face near-death experiences to subdue ferocious beasts, he uses the Immortal Mansion's spiritual spring to cultivate hallucinogenic vines, secretly monopolizing the Black Market's medicinal herb business;When the Elders are at their wits' end over the beast tides, he has long since established a Myriad Beast Pasture within his Immortal Mansion, secretly hoarding strategic resources and jacking up the prices!“All this fighting and killing is too dangerous! Lying low and making money is the eternal Heavenly Dao! Cultivation isn't about meditating and practicing techniques, it's about understanding human relationships and worldly affairs!”

A knife in the pregnant Luna’s belly.All evidence points to the Alpha’s scorned concubine.Althea didn’t do it.But no one will believe the wolfless omega who was rejected, humiliated, and made his slave.So she runs—straight into the Red Mist and into the jaws of the one creature that even the Alpha hunting her fears.---Thorne Vargan, the Hellhound of the North Clan, swore bloody retribution on everyone responsible for destroying all he had ever known—especially the woman who beheaded his mother.As fate would twist it, that woman’s daughter stumbles into his hellish domain…And Thorne is not letting her go.He claims her.As captive.As leverage.As vengeance.But the fates have a different tale to weave as something in him hungers for her in ways far more dangerous than hate.Her scent tempts him.Her fear intrigues him.Her secrets threaten to set his blood—and the entire pack system—on fire.And while Thorne pins her to his world with claws and shadow, the Alpha she fled is coming.He wants his little omega back.

I was some twenty-something woman dying of stage four cancer.I got obliterated by the “Truck-kun” you nerds are always joking about. Turns out it's a lot less funny when it's your guts splattered on the pavement. Crap.Next thing I know, I'm floating in the dark and this thing pops up in my face.[A choice is now available to you.][Option One: Fade.Cease to exist.][Option Two: Reforge.Begin anew.]You think you can just erase me? Hah. As if.Fueled by pure, uncut spite, I slammed the reforge button. Turns out the universe has a totally sick sense of humor, though.I woke up as a male elf. A seriously hot elf —a mage, of all things. Let's just say I was working with some… unfamiliar hardware downstairs.And Jonny? My best friend, my bro, my lifelong meat shield? The universe decided he'd look better as Yael—a stunningly beautiful elf chick with a charisma stat that was probably maxed out.For a while, we weren't just getting by. We were crushing it. It was awesome.Our new life was shattered by the arrival of Vex, an overpowered demigod who saw our world as a resource to be harvested. He was a cosmic-level threat.My pride, the same stupid pride that always gets me into trouble, wouldn't let me kneel. So I told him where he could stick it.Big mistake.The price for my big mouth was paid in her blood. Vex decided to make an example of her. He didn't just defeat her; he shattered her legs into pulp right in front of me.After that, she just… erased me. Walled me off. I went from being her best friend to a ghost she looks right through. Her hatred isn’t loud; it's a permanent debuff, and the silence is a thousand times worse than her screaming would have been.Broken by my failure and rage, the System offered me another choice.I accepted. The System laid out the cost in cold, hard code:The friendly blue “Overwhelming Pride” interface shattered, overwritten by a brutal, blood-red OS running one program: The 'Overlord Slayer'. My personality was stripped for parts. My charm and pride were forged into an 'Aura of Dread.' My guilt became a damage buff called 'Pain Eater.' My grief is now, literally, my mana pool.My quest is no longer about survival. It is brutally simple: Kill Vex. Absorb his power. Fix what I broke.But to become strong enough, I have to grind this new 'Slayer' class, and every level up feels like I'm deleting a piece of myself.The real question is, by the time I'm strong enough to squash him, will there be anything left of the person Yael knew?And even if I can fix her legs… what's she going to think of the monster who comes back?