Transmigrate into a Book: The Harem's Heartthrob Is in a Daily Showdown

After transmigrating through 298 books, Tang Ying finally received her last mission before retirement: win over the future villain. But the System malfunctioned. Not only did she fail to get the original story, she knew nothing about the big shot: not his name, not his identity, nothing.

Tang Ying fell silent for a while, then decisively became a flirt who kept all her options open.

Big Shot No. 1: A mixed-race campus heartthrob driven nearly insane by debilitating migraines.

Tang Ying, once a top spiritual chef from the cultivation world, rolled up her sleeves and quickly whipped up a fragrant medicinal dish brimming with spiritual energy. It smelled so good, the kid next door started crying for a taste.

The heartthrob looked down at her, his eyes cold, but the tips of his ears turned red: This little lackey likes me?

Big Shot No. 2: An all-around top-tier star in show business, a shining light on the F1 circuit, and now a pitiful stray cat caught in the rain.

Tang Ying took off her school uniform and wrapped it around the shivering kitten, then took him home and carefully fed him homemade ninth-grade fish balls for cats.

The kitten bared his claws and fangs, but in the end, he awkwardly curled his tail around her wrist.

Big Shot No. 3: A financial titan who held the lifeblood of the global economy in his hands.

At the water jump in an equestrian club, the girl soared high on her horse. After landing, she looked back at him with a smile, like a thousand spring blossoms bursting into bloom at once.

The financial titan heard his heart pounding like a drum.

Two years later, the mission was more than complete, and the System finally returned to normal.

According to the story, Tang Ying was critically ill. The three big shots, their eyes bloodshot, took the critical condition notices from the doctor, each on the verge of going dark.

Tang Ying lay peacefully in her snow-white hospital bed, calmly awaiting retirement.

But then

System: Congratulations, Host! You have completed the mission and achieved a one-hundred-percent compatibility rating with the small world. From now on, please enjoy your retirement in this world to the fullest!

Tang Ying: "???"

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"The Infinite-Flow NPC Made Me Cry Again"

Yan Ling was a koi spirit, yet she had a mouth that jinxed everything. After all kinds of doctors failed to help, the elders of her clan could only send her to a small world to undergo trials and find a way to break the curse.

Before she left, the elder placed a spell on her that prevented her from speaking to anyone. It could only be lifted when the time was right.

On the third night after transmigrating to another world, a long-haired female ghost climbed over the restroom stall and gaped at Yan Ling, who was sitting on the toilet, with her bloody maw.

After being forced to stay mute for three whole days, Yan Ling excitedly grabbed the ghost's hand and said kindly, "Bestie, why are you climbing up there? That's so dangerous. What if you fall?"

As soon as she spoke, an unknown force passed through the hands clasped between them. Before the ghost could react in horror, the floor was right in front of her. With a smack, the ghost splattered into pieces.

The ghost: "..." Thanks a lot, you jerk! Did you hear me? Thanks a lot, you jerk!

Inside a terrifying haunted realm, a group of challengers had been driven into a corner. The boss was about to unleash the Eye of Illusions and wipe them all out.

Just as everyone gave up hope, Yan Ling looked at the boss's glowing green eyes and said sympathetically, "My friend, how long have you had those symptoms of glaucoma? You should see a doctor as soon as possible. If you ignore an illness, you could go blind."

Before her words had even faded, the green glow began to disappear. The boss thought, Oh no! Suddenly, everything went black.

The boss: "..." Listen, I just want to say thank you.

The challengers: "..." What the hell?

"Every Big Shot in the World Has a Grudge Against Me"

Sikong Que, king of all demons, failed his tribulation and was blasted to pieces by nine bolts of lightning. When he woke again, he had been reborn a thousand years later as a low-level government clerk.

He was an ordinary person with no spiritual power, working in the logistics department of the Special Affairs Office.

The righteous young men he had once taken by force had long since grown into the director of the Special Administration Bureau, an S-rank esper, the head of the Special Operations Department, a reclusive cultivation expert, and more...

Sikong Que: "..." Who? Who was the heartless bastard who brought me back to life? I was already dead. Couldn't they just let me stay that way?

During an outdoor mission to clear an area, Sikong Que was accidentally swept into a haunted realm. The boss's huge, snarling face leaned close and sniffed him, then grew increasingly confused. "Why do you have the aura of the King?"

The big shots' gazes shot toward him.

Sikong Que: "..."

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