When disaster struck, I became a big shot surviving in the ocean. - Chapter 5 - Two-Stage Ships

After transmigrating from the apocalypse to ancient times, Gu Yundong barely had time to catch her breath when she realized she was in the midst of a journey to escape famine.

To make matters worse, her entire family had been expelled from the group fleeing the famine by her grandparents while others watched on coldly. With her father missing, her mother feeble-minded, and her starved younger sibling, Gu Yundong, who had barely caught her breath, only felt a major headache oncoming.

With no other choice, she rolled up her sleeves and got to work. She engaged in business, opened a shop, and acquired fertile land. Gu Yundong thrived in her daily life.

If it weren't for the people around her eyeing her as a potential wife, she could conquer heaven itself.

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I became a ghost in the horror game [Mystery Exploration Club ~Summer Vacation Nightmare~]. Give me back my body.Translator’s summary:Han Yoo-hee is an unlucky man who fell into the world of a horror game and became the tutorial boss.Now, wanting to go back, he will guide the protagonist and her group through the game and achieve the ending, confronting many different monsters and finding more about the truth of this world.

Ezekiel died on Earth only to be resurrected in the body of a Lich

Well, now he’d done it. He was only playing the villain to blow off steam, now he was stuck in the body of one.

Trapped in a hostile world, Zeke must flee his former guild. The problem is, he can only flee into a holy kingdom ruled by the Church of Olattee. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Only his power is gone, and he must start over.

Well…. Mostly anyway, he is still a lich after all and he still has his weapon, Mercy, which is more powerful than even he knows.

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”