The Divine-Chosen Selection Game [Infinite]

Two sets of illustrations are now available. Give them a try, and thank you for supporting the official release. Many years ago, there was a legendary player in the game. He possessed extraordinary talent and an ability no one else could match. Even the ruler of the game and the seven lofty gods were captivated by him, granting him countless favors. Players honored him as the king of the game. But he also carried a terrible stain on his reputation. He betrayed the players' hopes and the gods' favor. With supreme power and immeasurable wealth at his disposal, he brazenly turned traitor and blasphemed against the gods, causing the deaths of countless top players from his era. Among them were his teammates and friends. The game's rules were reformed as a result. The gods retreated to their divine realm and stopped granting special favors to any players. Players called him [Sinner]. Many years later, a dungeon more difficult than a beginner's game plunged down from above like a meteor. In the game, a new player whom the comments considered good for nothing but his beauty opened his eyes. - A beautiful, crazy shou with the temperament of a deranged ghost x a refined scoundrel of a wicked god gong [Reader Advisory] Both leads are mentally unstable, and their values are warped too. The shou is irresistible to everyone, extremely so. Both are virgins, happy ending. The next book is already complete. How to Raise a Short-Tempered Heart Demon Original title: He Came from the Snow. Thanks for your support, qwq. The sole heir of a top immortal sect suddenly fell into the mire. His cultivation was crippled, and his parents knew full well that the person who'd set him up was his father's illegitimate son. Yet they still took the boy into their home, raised him with care, and told him: "From now on, he's your little brother. You brothers must support each other and never harbor resentment." Then, turning away, they sighed: "Our eldest son is as good as crippled. All those years of effort have gone to waste. But the family can't fall apart with him, so we'll have to place our hopes in our younger son." "From now on, just stay home and be a useless young master." Before Ling Zhouyu could say anything, his heart demon blew up first: "I'll plant you in the ground like ginseng!" - As his heart demon, Que Feng was sick to death of Ling Zhouyu, his host. He hated his pretense, his persistence, and his kindness. He mocked him for actually believing all the praise, thinking he was some aloof, compassionate, flawless jade beauty. Bah, hypocrite. If you can do the job, do it. If not, get lost. Give him the body and let him take over. He'd wreck this stupid world himself. Que Feng dreamed of killing Ling Zhouyu. But when he returned to his room, the beautiful man with black hair and snow-white skin let down his long hair and bent to look into the bronze mirror. His pale, glasslike eyes from the daytime rippled with a faint smile. Que Feng swallowed, despite himself. The white robe slipped off. The beauty lifted his hair, revealing the deep hollow of his collarbone hidden in the shadow of his neck. He tapped the mirror and said softly, "You've been so good today. You didn't come out and cause trouble at all. What else do you want to see? I'll give you a reward." - After the two became separate people, someone asked Que Feng why his name was so strange. Que Feng smiled slightly. "I took my wife's surname." My wife was born in the ninth month, and so was I. My wife had no parents, home, or surname, and neither did I. We were born at the same hour, on the same day, in the same year, and we will die at the same hour, on the same day, in the same year. We shared a surname in life, and we will share a grave in death. - A shou who isn't kind at all x A gong with a filter eight hundred layers thick - The original self x the heart demon A once-proud genius fallen into the mire, beautiful, powerful, and tragic, and an ambitious monster Theme: People must rely on their own abilities to achieve their goals.