The Most Hated One Becomes a God in a Holographic Game

Li Ruo opened his eyes in the darkness and found himself transformed into the real young master of the wealthy Li family in a novel, the one who had been switched at birth: an E-minus mental strength rating, a beautiful waste with nothing going for him but his face, and universally hated.

By the time he woke up, the original owner had already made himself despised by everyone and been sent to the secluded old residence alone to reflect.

Outside the door was the beginning of the original owner's tragic fate. Several burly thugs who coveted Li Ruo's looks had picked the lock and sneaked inside, heading straight for his bedroom.

Li Ruo, frail and burning with fever: Excellent.

When the butler received the alarm, he rushed to the old residence alongside the police, only to find blood covering the floor.

Their useless young master was drenched in blood, yet utterly unconcerned. He sat cross-legged beside the bed, eyes closed, calmly fingering the prayer beads the old madam had left at the residence. His strikingly beautiful face somehow radiated boundless serenity and Zen-like calm.

Back at the Li family home, Li Ruo asked them for a Divine Miracle game pod.

This newly released full-dive game, Divine Miracle, became an overnight sensation thanks to its nearly 100% realism, its beautiful, fantastical, yet incredibly lifelike world, and its unprecedented ability to stimulate and train mental strength.

After all the scandals that had recently made such a commotion, netizens who were always first on the scene to watch the drama were quick to notice Li Ruo's latest suicidal stunt.

"Seriously? That useless Li family heir is really going to play Divine Miracle? With his E-minus mental strength? Isn't he afraid the game's mental energy will fry his brain?"

"Hmph. That waste is already not much brighter than an idiot."

"Place your bets! Let's see when this waste gets himself killed. I'm betting three days."

But no one knew that before he became Li Ruo, his name had been Shixue. In a lowly mortal body, he had challenged the gods, dagger in hand, a dazzling streak of light slicing through the night as he killed the God of Light.

Unfortunately, shooting stars fade quickly. He was betrayed and fell in the instant after slaying a god.

Watching this familiar yet strange scene, the cold flames in Li Ruo's chest, which should have died down, roared back to life.

All his hatred and fury, and the fire that would never stop scorching his heart, would burn every damned god to ash before it consumed him.

When nosy onlookers dug up the fact that the famous waste Li Ruo had chosen the assassin class in the game, the whole internet was in an uproar.

"People still pick assassins in this day and age? They're just support for team fights. What can they do besides lay traps and lure monsters? They're fragile and do no damage. Even mecha teams have replaced scout mechs with detection robots."

"If he manages to make something of himself, I'll let him kick my head around."

"Don't be like that. He's an E-minus, practically disabled. It's not like there's any class he could handle. Hahaha."

But the masked youth in black, dagger in hand, challenged bosses above his level one-on-one and fought his way in and out of ambushes. Like a streak of light, he cut down countless top players in the game.

Bodies fell behind him, but he never looked back. He silently melted into the darkness and left without a trace, nowhere to be found.

Everyone: "..."

They watched helplessly as the famous waste went farther and farther, into places they could never reach, until at last he stood face-to-face with the game's supreme god.

Here's a joke: the assassin is a support class.

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The Number One Calamity on the Server (Full-Dive)

Qu Jiamu was reborn, returning to ten minutes before he was left completely crippled.

In ten minutes, the Zerg would break through this starship's defenses. The last escape pod had been sabotaged, and when the starship exploded, he would take the full force of the blast, lose both arms and legs, and be left with a disfigured face. In the end, he would have to cling to life through the full-dive game New World.

The person behind it all only wanted to force out the million war-weapon enhancement cultivators that General Qu had hidden away after sacrificing himself on the battlefield, so they could be taken for their own use.

After all of humanity's souls took refuge in New World, those enhanced cultivator soldiers died in a burst of cosmic rays. Qu Jiamu, whose existence threatened the interests of the Federation's elite, was also ambushed and killed.

But now he had ten minutes to save himself.

The soldiers his father had left behind were still waiting for him, too.

In the end, he paid with one arm to save the rest of his limbs.

He could still walk on his own legs, and with a prosthetic on his right hand, he could still use it.

Even if he had to crawl, he would find those soldiers and fight his way back to the Federation.

He would strangle those people with his own hands.

Born to be used and expended as weapons of war, the enhanced cultivators escaped their fate of being controlled and destroyed with General Qu's help. From then on, they secretly fought the Zerg for the Federation from a planet with a brutally hostile environment, waiting for General Qu to take them to the place he said would be better suited to their survival.

But General Qu never came back.

Year after year, their supplies ran out and their energy reserves dwindled, but the soldiers kept their promise to the death. Some died, and others were left crippled.

Just as they thought they would slowly perish on this planet, General Qu's descendant, Qu Jiamu, came rushing toward them like a heavenly flame striking the earth, bringing countless supplies and carrying countless hopes.

So General Qu's promise had been true. There really was a place better suited to their survival.

Then they would swear their lives to Qu Jiamu, clearing every thorn from his path in the Federation and New World, and helping him reach wherever he wanted to go!

I Quit Being the Frail, Beloved Darling

At twenty, Yun Han, born into one of the Empire's most distinguished families and blessed with a life of effortless success, accidentally glimpsed the future.

A strange conquest System called him a beloved darling and the one who got away. Its Host, the adopted son the Yun family had taken in, was eyeing him hungrily alongside it.

His loving parents, his older brother, the head of the research institute, his childhood friend the Crown Prince, his fiance the general who was gentle only with him, and the neighboring mercenary chief who harbored secret feelings for him would all cast him aside like trash and turn to dote on this person instead.

He would be trampled into the dirt and despised by everyone.

In the end, someone would tamper with the starship he was traveling on, blowing him up like fireworks in space. His body would land on a nearby barren planet, not even intact enough to be called a corpse.

When Yun Han learned all this, he jolted upright.

What was he waiting for? Grab a bucket and run!

He immediately packed his things and headed straight for the barren planet, going right where he needed to be.

The controlling older brother who drugged him, the Crown Prince obsessed with psychological manipulation, the general who treated him as a stepping stone to promotion, and the mercenary chief with his terrifying fetishes: whoever wanted them could have them!

A reckless, frail little brat showed up on the barren planet.

When Yun Han showed up at the door to volunteer, Ling Yu, captain of the barren planet exploration team, looked at him coldly. "Stay out of my way."

Yun Han threw up an arm and shouted, "I may be a weakling, but I've got potential and skills!"

Everyone thought Yun Han was the Empire's brilliant moon, a fragile butterfly that would never escape their grasp.

But when that butterfly flew away, they went mad, tracking Yun Han to the barren planet and surrounding it to force him out. A pale blue barrier blocked every blast, and numerous S-class mechs, long lost to the Empire, rose behind it, their cold cannon muzzles trained on the invaders.

Ling Yu said icily, "I'm only saying this once. Get lost!"

The next second, a blast shot out from behind him and slammed into the opposing warship.

A mech charged out, shouting a string of nonsense: "You bastards were the ones who messed with me back then! I'll blast you to hell!"

Ling Yu grabbed the mech by the back of its neck and said with a headache, "First, don't talk like me. Second..."

He waved at the mech squad standing ready behind him and said, succinctly, "Attack!"

Core theme: Always believe you have the power to break through adversity and grow toward a better future.