Everyone Else is a Returnee - Prologue Part 2

Chen Mo was told by a fortune teller that he had a suffocating aura, and was ordered to commit murder, and then inexplicably traveled to a world of high martial arts and became a fake eunuch serving the queen’s concubine in the harem of the Song Dynasty.

One day finally ushered in his golden finger…

Immortal Cultivation Simulator!

[Choose the talent to complete, do you want to start the simulation? 】

“Yes.”

[Day 1: The great turmoil came, and the horns of uprisings were raised throughout the Song Dynasty. The sky is dead, and the yellow sky stands. You are in the palace, which is the safest place in the Song Dynasty. You are ready to grow up in a dreadful way, and then surprise everyone. 】

【Day 2: You were promoted from the third-class eunuch to the first-class eunuch by the empress. 】

[Day 3: A palace maid accidentally discovered that you were having an affair with the Empress, and you died. 】

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After being torn from the only life she knew, 16-year-old Margo is forced into a new home with strangers who call themselves her parents. Haunted by memories of her past and consumed by feelings of isolation, she struggles to adapt to her unfamiliar surroundings. School offers little relief—until she meets Lucien, a mysterious boy who appears just when she needs a friend the most.Gabriel is everything Margo needs: kind, attentive, and always ready to whisk her away from her troubles. Each night, he invites her to secret places—an abandoned playground, a fog-choked garden, a crumbling train station at the edge of town—each more unsettling than the last. Yet with every chilling rendezvous, Margo feels more alive... more seen.But something isn’t right. Gabriel never comes to school during the day. Her adoptive parents never see him. And when they catch her talking to thin air, their concern deepens into fear. They say Gabriel isn't real—that he’s a figment of her imagination. Margo wants to believe them, but Gabriel feels real. More real than anything else in her life.As the nights grow colder and more twisted, Gabriel’s true nature begins to surface. Shadows move where they shouldn’t. Time warps in his presence. And the places they visit seem to echo with whispers from another world. Margo is forced to ask herself: Who—or what—is Gabriel? Why does he only want her? And what will happen on the final night he asks her to come with him?As the line between reality and delusion begins to crumble, Margo must make an impossible choice: stay in a world where she feels loved, or return to one that barely feels real.But one thing is certain—some friendships never let go.

“Doctor, there seems to be something wrong with my mood.”

“There is a clown in the West Side Circus, he can make everyone laugh, I think he can help you.”

“But, doctor… I’m the clown.”

“…”

This is a fantasy world after the cataclysm, where countless underground cities left over from ancient times are buried under the misty land.

There are traps, monsters, and different-dimensional spaces in the dungeon, as well as taboos of ancient gods and legends of countless treasures left over from the past.

Calamity, steam, curse patterns, ancient relics, playing card sequences with extraordinary magic power.

Remnants of the Old World, Relic Asylum, Poker Brothers, Coven, Fire Pirates, Walls of the World…

In the shadowy corners of the world, a treasure hunter wearing a clown mask walks alone in the dark.

He is Joker Ji Xun, the King of Disaster Cards!

PS. For those who are short of books, you can read the 300W+ Wanding old book “Mechanical Alchemist”.

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.