Monster Factory - Chapter 492: Robot Security

Transmigrating into a Cultivation World full of crises, Shi Nian just wants to lie flat and survive until she dies of old age.However...Why do the fellow disciples around her all seem a bit off?The aloof senior sister is a vicious supporting female character, and in the end, her own partner extracts her soul and peels her bones just to save a mortal woman.The gentle second senior brother is a tragic character; his childhood sweetheart fiancée claims she and a poor boy are true love, and eventually, that poor boy breaks in and cripples second senior brother's cultivation.The cold third senior brother is obsessed with swordsmanship and has eyes only for that, but the female lead clings to him obsessively, saying she loves only him. The male lead is jealous because of this, and third senior brother is schemed against and dies pierced by thousands of arrows.The kind junior sister saves a tiger demon, who professes admiration for her, but in the blink of an eye, throws her into the Abyss for the sake of the female lead, causing her to fall into demonhood, ultimately dying tragically under the Righteous sword.Shi Nian is shocked to realize she has transmigrated into four books at once.And all her fellow disciples are the villains in the books...When a group of protagonists righteously come knocking on the door.Shi Nian, who has been lying flat all this time, suddenly realizes.Huh?When did she become invincible?

As a real young master of a wealthy family who was taken away by mistake, Chen Mo has never understood why it was him who was lost outside for seventeen years, and everyone still liked the fake young master Yang Shule, so he fought hard to fight, to grab, and to rob. In the end, his parents hated him, he was abandoned by his relatives and friends, and he died unexpectedly. So after rebirth, Chen Mo thought it over. Laughing makes you ten years younger, and going to bed early can help you live till old age. Not long after returning home, his biological parents asked him: “Chen Mo, do you think your brother… Can he still live with us now?” Chen Mo said sincerely: “As long as you are happy.” Aunts and uncles praised the fake young master during festivals. Chen Mo drank the wolfberry and red dates mixed soup and nodded repeatedly: “Yes, you have good taste.” The people around him openly and secretly compared the two of them, mocking him for not being worthy of the identity of a real young master of a wealthy family. Chen Mo slept soundly while soaking his feet in medicinal water: “Isn’t this a fact? Just keep talking about it, you can even go out on the streets with a loudspeaker.” Others: “…” Later, people found out that this real young master picked up by a wealthy family is best at three things. Eating, sleeping, and being gay. Not only is he gay, he also dumped the excellent student in his grade, who was the childhood sweetheart of the fake young master. Chen Mo felt extremely wronged. Xi Siyan, the cold-faced devil, didn’t like him in his previous life. How did these people came to think that he dumped him. “How about I explain it for you?” Chen Mo tried one day. The person leaning against the wall looked down at him and raised his eyebrows: “What do you want to explain?” “You, Xi Siyan, will have nothing to do with me, Chen Mo, in this life, the next life, and another next life.” The person in front of him kissed him with his hands in his pockets, and said coldly: “Now I do.” Chen Mo was shocked; Xi Siyan! You dog forced me !

Transmigrating from the Apocalypse to a technologically developed, peaceful world, Qiu Yu’s killing skills cultivated through hundreds of life-and-death situations suddenly lost their use, and even his body turned into a weak, squeamish…

Qiu Yu’s world views shattered into pieces: What the heck is an Omega?!

Qiu Yu, who knows nothing but fighting, eventually decided to become an anchor for a full-dive game—not only could he use his battle techniques to make a living, but he also didn’t have to brave leaving the house and meeting people—it was the perfect job.

However, in his first-ever broadcast, he shot an arrow straight through the heart of the e-sport circle’s verified no.1 god of war.

Mu Feibai touched the place above his heart, the corner of his mouth hooking up: Interesting… Come play professionally.

Qiu Yu rejected him: social anxiety, not going, see ya.

…And then he was sold off by his live-streaming platform to play for a professional team.

Qiu Yu: This was different from my plan!

Mu Feibai: You shot an arrow straight into my heart… baby, you still want to run?

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.