The All-Powerful Game Developer

[Main story complete. Please leave a rating!] [Please bookmark my upcoming story, The Tribulation-Transcending Expert Has Returned!] Shen Fan has returned from the interstellar era. Her goal: [Build a gaming empire]. First, she needs to reach a small milestone: a game with more than 100,000 downloads. :) - No one in the world knows how Shen Fan manages to churn out games at a sow's pace, with every one of them a masterpiece. Only Shen Fan knows. She came to a technologically advanced interstellar civilization, where the database contains the civilizations of every planet. On the internet, she can do anything. This is her legendary life! Reading guide: 1. This story has an overpowered golden finger. It's both satisfying and swoon-worthy. 2. Updates around midnight every night. At other times, I'm just fixing typos. 3. This is a fluffy, illogical story set in a fictional world. Don't take it too seriously. Please bookmark my upcoming story: The Tribulation-Transcending Expert Has Returned! Blurb: Shi Jiao, the number one cultivator in the cultivation world and a peak powerhouse of the righteous path. With her life-bound sword and an indomitable spirit, she went from being a good-for-nothing with five spiritual roots to the youngest tribulation-transcending cultivator in the cultivation world, all within nine hundred years. She was born with the protagonist's script. Yet this chosen protagonist was struck by a heavenly tribulation and sent back to her previous life. Shi Jiao felt her untempered bones and muscles, and her empty dantian. For the first time, she felt the urge to swear. Fortunately, she still had a max-level walkthrough in her head. How hard could it be to walk the path of cultivation all over again? A max-level expert forced to start over from scratch should at least have a more comfortable life this time around. - The Shi family of Jiangcheng has found the daughter who was abducted years ago. Everyone is incredibly curious about this phoenix who grew up in a remote mountain village. But instead of being sallow, skinny, timid, and speaking in a thick rural dialect as they had expected, she has godlike combat skills. She smiles at everyone, yet has a knack for putting every challenger in their place. The people of the cultivation world have something to say: At first, we thought she was an ordinary girl. Then we met her and realized she was a talented young cultivator. Only later did we discover she was an old ancestor disguised as a girl! Shi Jiao: Thanks for asking. I'll be eighteen forever. An unconventional modern cultivation story, featuring the daily antics of a max-level expert. Upcoming story: My Vase Persona Is Crumbling Again Blurb: Xu Nian was reborn as the only daughter of an interstellar musical dynasty. She worked hard to study music, but just as she was about to achieve fame and success, she returned to her previous life. Xu Nian sat on her bed, trying to think about what she had done in this life. She debuted through a talent show, couldn't sing or dance, and had the acting skills of a wooden board. She was a walking disaster, one of the entertainment industry's biggest blights. Now, faced with a string of online comments: "Xu Nian, get out of the entertainment industry!" "Xu Nian is a total good-for-nothing." "Did Xu Nian keep up her vase persona today?" Xu Nian smiled from the bottom of her heart. "Xu Nian's live performance has the whole crowd going wild!" "Xu Nian tried playing the piano and won a place at a prestigious foreign university!" "Xu Nian wins Best Actress for her role in a movie!" "Xu Nian takes on four martial arts instructors... and wins." "Tell me, is there anything Xu Nian can't do?" With the experience she gained in her previous life, Xu Nian thrives in the entertainment industry. There's only one downside: A big shot in the industry keeps chasing after her, and his gaze grows more intense by the day. Xu Nian: No way, no way. I'm out of here. On the third day of evading the big shot, he catches Xu Nian with red-rimmed eyes and pins her in his arms, gritting out each word: "Leave me? Only if I'm dead." QwQ Theme: