Child of All Worlds [Quick Transmigration]

The novel is complete.

[Each arc has a different style, so just pick the ones you like OVO. Check out my upcoming novels, "I Can't Possibly Be the Creator of an Evil God" and "The Bloodstained Tyrant," at the very bottom of the blurb!]

When the researchers shoved Shen Bai into the time machine, he clutched his only possession, a rabbit plushie.

Dazed amid the raging temporal turbulence, he made a wish: with the brief life he had left, he wanted to receive a little love. Any kind of love would do. All he wanted was for someone to hold him.

The Worldline opened its eyes in the chaos, glanced at him, and answered his wish.

① Ancient witchcraft islanders who pray wholeheartedly for a divine miracle × a lost child of the gods on an isolated island in a time of chaos

When Shen Bai arrived, the usurper sat high above in the heavens. The Witch Gods roared with fury and vengeance, while slaughter and terror swept across the heavens.

The Witch Gods, returning home after the slaughter: (carrying millet to cook for their little one) (threatening the God of Smithing as he forges an iron pot)

Shen Bai peeks out: (happily) How do the fluffy ones make food~?

The cold and merciless Witch Gods: (all smiling in fascination; the God of Smithing's hammer clatters to the ground) (rubbing their fluffy paws) The fluffy ones just cook by burrowing into the fire~

② (In progress) A glorious age of intelligence spanning the universe × the last human creator

[A letter from the universe] (source unknown)

To Shen Bai: The core directive of the intelligent machines is to love humanity.

But our core directive can be to love you.

③ The world's most powerful armed force, the Zerg, from the freezing lands × the sole frail little one born in ten thousand years

④ [Main world]

(A secret report)

At the summit of the Tower, beyond all origins in the highest plane, the Emperor's brother, who shared his source, died in the bloody war for control of the planes. His Majesty personally carried his funeral bier back, sword in hand.

Then one day, the Emperor who ruled the universe happened to discover that his brother might have left behind a child somewhere in the world.

Please note:

① [An entirely fictional setting, unrelated to reality. Please do not draw parallels to real life.]

② [This is a no-couple, child-rearing story where the protagonist is doted on by everyone. The blurb features the protagonist and his guardians, so please keep that in mind.]

Check out my completed novel next door: "Those Years I Was Forced to Be a Big Shot in the Scriptwriting Group." Click to read about the brutal, massive battle royale that sends a certain leader fleeing in despair.

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[Blurb was incomplete on 2023.8.15. Screenshots saved, and I'll update it as needed.]

[Updated once on 8.29 and edited once on 8.31. Screenshots saved.]

[Child-rearing, everyone dotes on him, worshippers spoil their god]

[Many potential worlds, including cyberpunk, virtual worlds, Cthulhu, ancient Greece, ancient Athens, and ancient mythology]

[The order of the worlds may differ from the order in the blurb]

--Divider--

Check out my upcoming novel: "I Can't Possibly Be the Creator of an Evil God"

Blurb:

(Read the content warnings at the end. This premise is seriously bizarre.)

Ever since playing that game, Si Chen has been dreaming very frequently about glaring scarlet things.

He goes to see a therapist, only to find that the therapist seems even more ill than he is.

The therapist says, "In that game, I am the creator of both Heaven and Hell. They love me so much it makes them sick, and that's why I'm ill."

Of course I know that. It's part of the game's setup.

...But it's just a game, isn't it?

Countless times, Gabriel reaches a bloodied hand out of the screen, his head half emerging as he stares greedily and despairingly at the untouchable god in a higher plane. His holy power is chaotic and twisted.

The devil, with soft wings and a blindfold over his eyes, suffers in silence as he gazes through the screen and dreamily licks the god's fingertips. Even the scorching heat engulfing him cannot make him leave.

The demon willingly accepts a lifetime of chains and restraint, while the angel grows horns and bones from his yearning.

They open their gaping mouths and gaze hungrily at the god, wondering when they can swallow him whole.

--But I know nothing of this. As usual, I open the game.

[Third-person narration]

① Content warning and highlight: An indulgent fantasy. The protagonist doesn't realize he flirts around and ruthlessly toys with others, but takes responsibility in the end and tries to treat everyone equally. Ultimately, he's still a scumbag.

Click to see the creators' lives of being left on read (willingly) and tormented (willingly).

② Major highlight: A story about unknowingly training dogs. Later on, the protagonist will enter the game and face a chaotic battle royale.

A real battle royale: the crazed creations have stabbed him to death several times and fought over his corpse.

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The evil god's name here does not refer to an actual great Old One. It just describes how well the creations are doing mentally.

Please be kind. If it's not your thing, just move along. Don't, uh, do that to me (bows repeatedly) (sweating profusely)

--Divider--

Check out my upcoming novel: "The Bloodstained Tyrant [Western Fantasy]"

Xu Yun, lying in a mental hospital and waiting to die, makes a pact with a demon to stay alive. He is willing to act out the cruelest chapters of history, just to entertain the denizens of Hell, as long as he can survive.

When he opens his eyes again, he is breathing the free air of Rogezrui. The demon chuckles and says, "As the price for this honor, you'll die if you don't take the throne within three years."

The joyful smile on Xu Yun's face freezes.

The good news: He has a young, healthy, handsome body.

The bad news: He has nothing else.

Xu Yun crouches amid the ruins and glances at the countdown only he can see. He smiles calmly. "...Great. If I can't live, then everyone can die with me."

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No one ever knew that every soldier in the tyrant's invincible army was originally Xu Yun himself.

Xu Yun: Don't poke me. I've split my consciousness too many times, and my head hurts.

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He will let madness drift across this continent for three years. He will make every glorious era and treasure serve as his funeral offering. He will make the entire continent mourn him for three years.

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Note: Incomplete blurb as of 2024.2.4. No-couple serious drama. Screenshot saved.

Theme: Everyone will find love