I Rely on My Group Chat to Become Emperor

Transmigrating into Comrade Sizong, the model worker, was something You Jian had never imagined.

And from the start, his imperial elder brother was gravely ill, clutching his hand and telling him he was entrusting the entire realm to him.

You Jian was baffled. You Jian had no idea what to do!

[Ding! Your friend 'Roubao' has come online.]

Where is this? Youzi, come save your dad!

[Ding! Your friend 'Best Bud' has come online.]

Boys, I've got some bad news. Dad seems to have gone to hell and can't get back. Hurry up and burn some money for Dad, so he can afford to spend money in-game, cultivate into a Ghost Emperor, and come back to slaughter the whole world.

[Ding! Your friend...]

Don't doubt it. Their close-knit group chat of ten friends, including him, had all transmigrated, and each had ended up in a different world.

I'm in ancient times and I've just become Sizong. Boys, how do I avoid hanging myself from a branch in the southeast?! Sobbing.jpg

+++I'll write this one next+++

[My Apocalypse Base-Building System Seems a Little Off]

Blurb: 1. The apocalypse has left the world in ruins.

As the transmigrated young man stood there, confused and at a loss, the base-building System that had bound itself to him in his previous life, but couldn't be activated after being damaged for some unknown reason, finally started up successfully this time.

[Ding! The Strongest Apocalypse Base System has started. Please choose a style for your base! Here are 184 architectural styles chosen for the Host!]

Chinese style & Chinese style

Please choose...

The boy: “?”

So, System, your two choices are just listed there for laughs, right?

2. Ming Zhu had it rough.

In his life before last, a friend had recommended he try an ancient-style base-building game. He never expected to wake up transmigrated into the interstellar future, from the start on a battlefield fighting against the insect race. Ming Zhu didn't panic. But after the war was won, he transmigrated again.

The Strongest Base-Building System that had bound itself to him in his previous life came with him into the apocalypse. It was still half-broken, though, and the styles of the buildings it could construct didn't fit the apocalyptic world at all.

+No, System, what do you mean, a mission to build thatched huts and shelter refugees?!

+This is the apocalypse, not ancient times! Flips table!

[The [Eighties] Dreams Come True System is at your service!]

Blurb: “Before I transmigrated, I was actually a third-rate director who liked dreaming and making little ads!”

Faced with a completely unfamiliar environment, Ji Cheng woke up in tears.

The eighties: a golden age of rapid economic growth, when they say even a pig can fly if it catches the right wind.

To stop being a good-for-nothing, Ji Cheng decided to return to his old line of work...

No, to pursue his dream and become a great director.

Filming was going incredibly smoothly, but after finishing his first movie, Ji Cheng became bound to the Dreams Come True System. From then on, the props used in every movie Ji Cheng filmed would become real.

When he filmed a horror movie, everything related to the ghost bride, including her red embroidered shoes, turned into antiques from a bygone era. The only exception was the ghost bride herself, who was still alive.

Faced with all this, Ji Cheng wasn't scared. Instead, he came up with a bold idea: why not make science fiction movies...

Interstellar wars, the Superhero Alliance, the sinking of Japan, anything involving high technology, let's make a movie about it all!

P.S. That's all I've got for the blurb for now. I'll add more once I have some ideas!

P.P.S. This is a fictional wish-fulfillment story. If you like it, please add it to your favorites!

Theme: No matter where you are, keep striving and working hard