From Soldier to Officer: A Game Addict’s Journey - Chapter 1

As we all know, the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology at Jihua Hospital, which is affiliated with A Medical University has two deputy chief physicians who do not see eye to eye.

From their freshman year to their doctoral graduation and then to their training and professional title evaluation, Jiang Xu and Sheng Fangyu have been fighting and thwarting each other. It was like a case id, ‘if you don’t kill me, I will kill you’, ‘you get 96 in the exam, I’ll get 97 in the exam’.

In the end, they even fell for the same girl.

But who would have thought that before the two could even get into a fight, the girl took her girlfriend’s hand and actually came out of the closet in front of them? The two straight men, who had been at loggerheads for three months over the girl, had their three worldviews shattered.

The two enemies sat down to drown their sorrows in alcohol and in the confusion, somehow together in bed.

Afterward, Jiang Xiu got up holding his almost broken back. His mind exploded for half a minute, and he resolutely decided to forget about it.

However, three months later, he looked at the urine test report, touched his disappearing abs, and looked at himself in the mirror in disbelief.

“Ugh—”

- Description from Novelupdates

In the age of giant ships and cannons, in the digital interstellar era, there is no martial arts, no mechs, pure interstellar warfare, and giant ships and cannons fighting against each other.

There are digital warships, frigates, destroyers, cruisers, battleships, dreadnought flagships, Titan super flags, and even mobile fortresses and mobile battle stars.

The passionate interstellar battle, the battle of civilizations, and the battle of thousands of titans super flag.

Countless alien civilizations compete for living space, and the result of the failure of the cruel civilization war is the end of civilization, and the survival of hundreds of millions of species is in your mind.

The flesh and blood are weak, and the machinery soars.

Design evolution, gene soaring.

The heart is better than things, and the spirit can soar.

Spiritual disasters, insect disasters, high-dimensional demons, and the agreement to revive.

Key words: leading the mainstream, data flow, interstellar war, farming, the fourth natural disaster, planetary warship, star fortress, four-dimensional fortress, negative star, etc.

Starting point is the only data-based interstellar war novel, there is no similar genre, don’t miss it when you pass by.

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- Description from novelbuddy

#Harem #R18 #Action #Milf #Dark #Elf #Modernfantasy #Urban #Mystery #Overpowered MC #Evil MC #ConqueorWhen the ancient myths of the past are unearthed, the world trembles as forgotten powers reawaken, shaking the very foundations of existence.The Graveyard of Gods is revealed, a forgetten realm where the remnants of deities long forgotten reside, their secrets waiting to be uncovered by adventures brave enough to delve into its depths.The mystery of the 8th Continent surfaces, a land rumored to exist beyond the known maps, shrouded in myth and legend, holding within its borders untold treasures and dangers alike.Self-proclaimed gods emerge, individuals wielding incredible abilities who proclaim themselves divine guardians, challenging the established order and igniting conflicts that threaten to engulf the world in chaos.The myth of hell and heaven becomes tangible as the boundaries between realms blur, and the forces of good and evil clash in a cosmic struggle for dominance.Amidst this turmoil, the whole earth becomes a battleground as beings from the hells rise, intent on unleashing their wrath upon humanity, plunging the world into an inferno of destruction and despair.Caught in the maelstrom of chaos, the 'poor' Wang Xiao finds his life turned upside down as he becomes embroiled in a case of mistaken identity, falsely believed to be the mysterious 8th Prince, a figure of immense power whose name is forbidden to be called out loud. He is the one who must not be named, the one who strikes fear into the hearts of mortals and gods alike.Accidentally entangled in a series of events beyond his control, Wang Xiao finds himself bound by the ties of marriage to seven living goddesses, each possessing their own unique powers and secrets, thrusting him into a world of divine and devil!To add to the chaos, the psychotic guardian of the Atlantic continent, becomes a bumbling mess in their attempts to woo Wang Xiao, resorting to increasingly ridiculous stunts that only serve to destroy countries overnight!Meanwhile, the Princess of the Desert Kingdom, with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, offers her entire country as a dowry in a hilariously misguided attempt to win Wang Xiao's affection!And as if things couldn't get any more absurd, an ancient goddess is reduced to the role of a maid, her once fearsome powers now relegated to menial tasks like dusting and cooking!As the sun rises on another day in Wang Xiao's chaotic life, he is greeted by not one, but two queens throwing themselves into his arms!Wang Xiao's life undergoes a profound transformation when he uncovers a truth that shakes the very foundation of his existence: he possesses a deviant nature unlike any other. In order to assert control over his own destiny, he embarks on a solemn journey to acquire power, navigating a series of challenges and trials with unwavering determination!---------------#NoYuri #NoNTR

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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