It Turns Out I am a Dao Ancestor - Chapter 388

“I think… my boyfriend is trying to kill me,” Lin Sanjiu muttered.

As she thought about that rich, handsome, and gentle boyfriend of hers, she could not help but tremble all over.

At the present, someone close to her had personally raised the curtains to an apocalyptic hell, and slowly, it was creeping up to her.

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What if earth devolved into a apocalyptic hellhole? What if you found out you not only have to survive just one apocalyptic event but have to struggle through multiple worlds with different end-world scenarios? And you get to meet more superpowered crazies than you can imagine!

Presenting the worst nightmare that your weird doomsday prepper neighbour with a bunker full of canned beans could have, Doomsday Wonderland is a novel filled with subverted tropes, non-OP characters and a female friendly label which offends all politically correct fanatics.

As ‘lucky’ humans evolved to posthumans with abilities to adapt to the New World or mutate into disgusting duoluozhongs to survive, follow Lin Sanjiu as she struggle through the multiple challenges to just live one more day… and make sense of this New World that will no longer be the same.

- Description from Novelupdates

[Space + Farming + Escape from Famine] The apocalyptic boss Bai Wutong took Space World to ancient times, and before he was happy, he found himself in a troubled era of escape!

Murder and robbery, making money and killing people, the price of sitting on the ground can be found everywhere.

Come up, she will kill two people.

She was kind enough to save someone, but she was deceived, stalked, and insisted on following her.

If that’s the case, don’t blame her for being jealous.

After finally settling down, he was assigned to the frontier to open up wasteland.

The sky is high, the emperor is far away, the fast piston is immortal, and Bai Wutong can’t ask for it.

Several years passed.

Bai Wutong accidentally led the richest man of the previous dynasty, the prime minister, the commander of the dark guard camp, the contemporary great Confucianism, the female saint, the magical doctor… and turned the barren land into a rich and noble town that everyone is craving.

The emperor came here with his ministers admiringly, looked at it, and was dumbfounded.

Isn’t the man who poured tea and water beside Bai Wutong the eldest son who has been dead for several years?

- Description from novelbuddy

A young man plagued by recurring nightmares finds himself visiting a blind fortune teller, who sends him to a world of martial arts that looks a lot like the wuxia stories he used to read.

In the sky of this world, a tome shines every now and then, revealing the hierarchy of mighty beings that seek power amid troubled times. Determined to unravel the mysteries of his involuntary journey and the secrets of the world he has ended up in, he endeavors to ascend the tome’s rankings, all while looking for a path back home.

Official Chinese blurb

Wandering the jianghu with a blade and wine, where beauties’ grace is filling one’s mind.

A youth, saber on his back and wine gourd at the waist, strides forth, yet the jianghu of his heart seems only more elusive;

With each flipped page of the Tome of Troubled Times, decades of nights soaked in rain pass over the jianghu.

As he suddenly turns to look back, he finds that the mortal world has shattered in his wake.

Somebody once told a joke.A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn't love for people he couldn't stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head he saw the number “1”. So what did he say?“Gosh I better make the number go up.”Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he'll get a pig, and have bacon.It's a shame the world won't let him be. It's a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he'll pick it up again.