I'm Back from the Game World

[New novel, My God Comes from Hell, is now underway!]

Blurb One:

After defeating (x) humiliating (ru) countless players, Qin Wumei finally earned a glorious achievement in the gaming world: hated by everyone and hunted by thousands.

Looking at the army of pursuers behind her, Qin Wumei promptly rolled out of the game and back into reality.

Qin Wumei: If I can't beat them, I can still run away, right? Come after me if you dare. Nyah nyah nyah!

Back in reality...

Looking at the CEO worth tens of billions, the hugely popular movie star, and the renowned academic psychologist, all with familiar faces, Qin Wumei, who had run too fast and was now penniless and unable to afford even a meal, silently tucked her head in.

Qin Wumei: ...Can I still go back now?

Blurb Two:

While unconscious, Tang Qing took part in a bizarre business-startup game. In the game, he was a commoner who was mercilessly mocked by an aristocratic young master, who eventually destroyed his entire business empire in one fell swoop.

When he returned to reality, he discovered that the aristocratic young master worked for one of his subsidiaries.

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Su Yingrong transmigrated in a dream to a dynasty from a thousand years ago. The court was full of intrigue, and as a man of humble origins, he had to tread carefully and plan each move. But in the eyes of the person who served beside the emperor, all of this earned him only the judgment: "Scheming and unfit for great responsibility." Su Yingrong remembered those lofty, cold, contemptuous eyes for the rest of his life.

When he woke up, he discovered that the owner of those eyes was working as an extra on the set where he was filming.

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Shen Yi'an entered another world in a fit of madness, where the strong ruled. He naturally abandoned his moral principles, only to discover that some people had no principles even when it came to being beasts. For the first time, Shen Yi'an lost to the concept of having a line he wouldn't cross.

Tang Qing, Su Yingrong, Shen Yi'an: Hmph.

#Those years I stopped at nothing in the gaming world#

#I'm back, and so are my enemies#

An irredeemably bad, perverse, shameless, thick-skinned top x I don't care if you can be saved, you're mine anyway, an emotionless bottom

A few words before you begin:

1. The protagonist really is shameless. It might not be obvious at first, but I'm warning you now in case the further you read, the more shameless you think he is and the more you want to hit me (.).

2. The bottom might appear a little late. Exactly how late depends on the author's writing skills, but he'll definitely show up within ten chapters (.).

3. I hope you little angels enjoy the story!

[Pre-order blurb: My God Comes from Hell. A thick-headed top who gets things done by being strong x a young master, once the pride of heaven and now the target of exploitation]

The priest said he was the only divine envoy born with maxed-out spiritual power in the hundreds of years of the Heavenly Tilt Continent, and that he would summon the most powerful god in the world.

Zuo Luoxing believed him. He trained diligently for more than ten years, and at last, on the day of his fifteenth birthday and summoning ceremony, his god arrived.

"I'm finally out!" His god descended from the sky without a trace of divine dignity and threw himself into Zuo Luoxing's arms.

He sniffed all around, a puzzled look on his face. "You smell so good. It makes me hungry... Do you have anything to eat?"

As he spoke, the god jumped down and gazed at the table full of offerings, tears in his eyes. "Oh my god! There's roast chicken and liquor! I love this world!"

Then he rushed right back into the embrace of the offerings.

That night, Zuo Luoxing prayed earnestly. "Father, Father, is this really my god? No... Did I really summon a god?"

The priest patiently replied, "The true god you summoned is the most powerful in the world. You must treat him well."

Zuo Luoxing looked at the god, who had naturally claimed his bed and was fast asleep, and for once in his life felt lost.

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After spending a full three hundred years in that desolate, pitch-black world, Yan Qing finally couldn't take it anymore! This dump doesn't even have fried chicken or cola. Whoever wants to stay here can stay! He was getting out!

He'd turned the dark world upside down.

The God of Darkness was sick and tired of being harassed by him, and since he couldn't beat him, he pointed a finger

"See that path of light? Follow it down and you'll reach the human world. There's plenty to eat and drink there, and all you have to do in return is become someone's summoned god."

"What's a summoned god?"

"A summoned god holds the highest status in the Heavenly Tilt Continent. Go there and enjoy yourself."

Yan Qing wasn't sure he believed him. He had a feeling the old geezer was setting him up.

"There's food, drink, and entertainment, everything you could want," the God of Darkness coaxed.

Yan Qing hesitated for a long while, then stepped onto the path of light, only to find himself surrounded by light gods glowing with holy radiance. Something didn't feel right.

He turned around to say something, but the door to the dark realm slammed shut and vanished without a trace in less than a second.

Yan Qing: ...

A thick-headed god who's strong enough to handle anything, top x a proud young master who questions his life every day, bottom

Theme: Everyone needs something worth holding on to. Only then can the road ahead be clear and free of doubt.