No outline, messy writing. Read with caution.
You transmigrated into a game called "Crimson and Black Glory," and the System thoughtfully prepared six top-tier identities for you.
Even more thoughtfully, it matched the six classes of Warrior, Assassin, Mage, Marksman, Tank, and Support to the world's setting.
The System said:
Look at this Warrior, "Driftwood in the River," the pinnacle of hand-to-hand combat. He kills anyone who stands in his way, even the Buddha himself, and starts the game with both red and blue buffs.
Look at this Assassin, "Golden Haze," an electronic ghost lurking in the darkness. The moment she emerges from stealth, someone's life is ruined. A top-tier killer doesn't need a knife to kill.
Look at this Marksman, "Radiant Splendor," who can take a head from a thousand miles away. Even with a permanent spotlight exposing her position, no Assassin can get close enough to kill her.
Full of confidence, you set off with your six powerful character cards.
Only then did you discover:
The pinnacle of hand-to-hand combat was crushed by a falling stone pillar, knocked down by a scarred man with dark skin and glasses.
The ghost hiding in cyberspace was found with ease and locked inside a "cocoon."
The one who could take a head from a thousand miles away was hunted down by someone who could not only dive the backline but also outrange her, until she didn't dare show her face.
You (flipping the table): So what kind of top-tier identity can't beat anyone?!
System: ...This world makes no sense!
Furious, you decide to personally infiltrate the enemy faction that has wiped out your team countless times.
Though you're merely a ruthless, taciturn CEO, all you can do is glare red-eyed and put your hands on your hips, and you're so frail that taking one extra step makes you cough up blood.
System: Why can you make hundred-pace shots, blink in and control the enemy, initiate crucial team fights, and put up shields at the last second?
You: Isn't that basic stuff? Have you never had a single highlight moment?
A few months later:
You (proudly): So? Am I a Glory King now?
System (sneering): No. You've achieved the "Betrayed Your Allies a Hundred Times" feat and become the King of Backstabbing.
Now both the Crimson and Black factions are hunting you.
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You: You mean the Crimson and Black factions I think you mean?!
System: Yes. Also, the last person you backstabbed was Akai, your favorite.
#I'm tired, let's destroy everything#
#I just backstabbed my favorite, what do I do#
#Can't call this a hellish start, just say: end me now#
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Coming soon: "After Transmigrating Again, I Abandoned Martial Arts for Literature [Interstellar]"
Cheng Mingyu transmigrated into an Interstellar world, where he must complete a mission to get home.
He sees exercise tests as the enemy of his life. When he reads [Mission: Protect humanity and repel the insect swarm (S-rank, extreme danger)], his vision goes black.
His freshly installed System has only unlocked the face-customization skill, and it's especially good at dropping him into trouble:
He transmigrated in the morning, and the insect race invaded that very evening.
Talk about perfect timing.
Forget the mission for now. Give him a script where someone chases him, he runs, and then he escapes with his life.
The war lasted a century. Cheng Mingyu made the most of his talent for keeping his head down and retired after accomplishing his goal.
But less than a month after he transmigrated back, he was packed up and sent back again.
The main System had watched him carry out his mission and decided he must have been cheating.
Cheng Mingyu (furious): I absolutely wasn't! Whoever's cheating, I'll chop them down!!!
This time, he got the lowest-risk mission: [Mission: Become a top scientist in the Federation]
Two months later, staring at a report card showing he had failed nine out of ten courses:
Cheng Mingyu: ...Yes, yes, I cheated. Send me back a hundred years so I can do the mission again. I promise I'll do better this time. Really.
A good-for-nothing, disabled mecha engineer gong x an insect emperor shou who loves writing melodramatic scripts
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Coming soon: "The Black Orchid Becomes the Organization's Boss in Her Second Life"
Something went wrong in the first life. Mori Ran lost her childhood friend, her parents, and her friends Sonoko and Masumi, who had taken her out to cheer her up. Only she was rescued from the burned-out building by Vermouth.
When she woke up in the hospital, with nothing left, she asked Vermouth, "Can I join you?"
Thirty years later, the Black Orchid had outlived Karasuma Renya and Rum and become the organization's boss. Sherry and Noah's Ark had successfully developed a prototype "time machine."
Black Orchid climbed inside and returned to the place where Shinichi had died thirty years earlier: Tropical Land.
Reason told Black Orchid that she should stop Shinichi from investigating Gin and Vodka, so he wouldn't be forced to swallow poison.
But looking at her body after it had become male, she really wanted to ask Sherry what she'd added to the time machine to make her sex change painless.
Black Orchid spotted Gin and Vodka on a street corner after they had completed their deal. When the two saw her, or rather, him, they were somewhat shocked.
Gin addressed her coldly but respectfully: "Boss."
Highlights:
1. Ran is an angel. Black Orchid is just my own creation.
2. The organization boss in the second life is Black Orchid, not Karasuma Renya.
3. Just an idea, with no romance. Let Black Orchid shine on her own. (Revised)
Theme: Obey the law, love life, and cherish friendship
This chapter has a great feeling. The fourth natural disaster was forced to go berserk by the mission and started to go crazy. It feels like the protagonist is the player. It is much better than the previous few pictures of Yunliwuli's stream of consciousness.
Wuhu, I like the protagonist looking at Zangfang Liuli and saying that this is his, and he will let all character cards live. In the past, I only saw the kind of vests that could be discarded at will and only the core body was maintained. Every time the card was torn off, I would burst into tears of abuse. Finally, I saw one that protected character cards as important items and did not allow harm. I loved it.
I can't understand it, I can't understand the plot line at all [open my head] [flooded] [my head is empty]
My destiny - what should I do? I'll give you one (tears)
I feel like Brother Gao Ming and Masaaki Asagiri have a bit of a quarrel (lost in thought)
It feels like Asagiri Masaaki and Morofuku Takaaki treat each other like an old father who worries about his son (huh?)
Damn, the sense of substitution is so strong that I'm already suffocating.
Xuesheng, you are the type with a tyrant whose IQ is insufficient (affectionate)
Playing with the hands of time, traveling in the shadow of fate (bushi)
Well, actually, even if I wasn't just an ordinary person with good feelings, I wouldn't be able to accept treating him like this... I feel so much pain, how am I feeling when I'm in love with you, I'm scratching my head...
This chapter has a great feeling. The fourth natural disaster was forced to go berserk by the mission and started to go crazy. It feels like the protagonist is the player. It is much better than the previous few pictures of Yunliwuli's stream of consciousness.
Wuhu, I like the protagonist looking at Zangfang Liuli and saying that this is his, and he will let all character cards live. In the past, I only saw the kind of vests that could be discarded at will and only the core body was maintained. Every time the card was torn off, I would burst into tears of abuse. Finally, I saw one that protected character cards as important items and did not allow harm. I loved it.
I can't understand it, I can't understand the plot line at all [open my head] [flooded] [my head is empty]
My destiny - what should I do? I'll give you one (tears)
I feel like Brother Gao Ming and Masaaki Asagiri have a bit of a quarrel (lost in thought)
It feels like Asagiri Masaaki and Morofuku Takaaki treat each other like an old father who worries about his son (huh?)
Damn, the sense of substitution is so strong that I'm already suffocating.
Xuesheng, you are the type with a tyrant whose IQ is insufficient (affectionate)
Playing with the hands of time, traveling in the shadow of fate (bushi)
Well, actually, even if I wasn't just an ordinary person with good feelings, I wouldn't be able to accept treating him like this... I feel so much pain, how am I feeling when I'm in love with you, I'm scratching my head...