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Pay-to-Win Immortal: My Gacha AI Waifu

Chen Huaian's Story (Modern World) Single HeroineInnovative ConceptVirtual Companion + Pay-to-Enhance "I'm Chen Huaian, terminally ill with stage IV cancer. These final days found me obsessed with *Eternal Companion* - a VR girlfriend simulator. I emptied my savings buying her cultivation manuals^3 and magical artifacts through in-game microtransactions^2. Though bankrupt, I smiled watching her pixelated form flourish... until the day she gifted me a Nine Revolutions Golden Core Pill. When the glowing elixir materialized in my palm, I realized - this was never just a game. My digital darling might hold the key to cheating death itself." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Li Qingran's Story (Cultivation World) Fallen ImmortalWorld Fusion CrisisReverse Harem Potential "I'm Li Qingran - disgraced prodigy stripped of cultivation^3, left to rot in a thatched hut. When death seemed certain, an anonymous benefactor began transmitting divine energy through my jade slip. Under their guidance, I rebuilt my spiritual roots^3 and ascended as Cangyun Realm's Sword Sovereign. Now cosmic forces conspire to merge our dying world with an emerging spirit-rich dimension^1. Even celestials face annihilation in this coming convergence. I'll scour the nine heavens to find my mysterious patron. They saved my dao - I'll shield their mortal form through the apocalypse... and claim them as dual cultivation partner!"
Pale_Stag · 33.2K Views

Another Doomsday: Moving for Peace, Waking Up Pregnant in Apocalypse

They say life’s full of plot twists—well, Bai Xiaotong’s life is more like a plot pretzel, twisted in all the wrong places. After centuries of fighting in dungeons that suddenly descended into the Murim World, she thought she'd earned a peaceful retirement after moving to another planet. Yet, after buying a dimensional ticket to cross realms, she ends up face-to-face with an even bigger disaster. Goodbye, dungeon gates and loot drop. Welcome to a world crawling with walking deads! Where each bite turns the living into rotting husks of undead. "I bought a wayfarer item to peacefully retire in another human world, not to clean up another horde of monsters! Do I look so bored to change places just to go hunting?! I didn’t sign up for this mess—” she grumbles, dodging a zombie horde. Why does it feel like she was attracting every apocalypse in the multiverse? Where’s the peaceful world she paid millions of cosmic credits for? Wait, did she pay for a doomsday subscription instead and was auto-renewing?! Damn. How could she end up in a dumpster fire, filled with weak humans who can’t even handle brain-dead corpses in a trance? “Seriously, how does anyone lose to that?” But in reality, it’s not the monsters and weak humans that are giving her gray hairs—it’s the fact that... “AHH! Why does my stomach keep on growing? Darn, it hurts, I think it’s going to explode!” “Ow shi— did I peed myself?” No. Wait, what the hell? Someone tell her, it wasn’t her water! The apocalypse? She can handle that. But childbirth during an apocalypse? That's a whole different level of nightmare. “Hey, you can’t come out yet!” This is insane. At least wait until she figures out where’s the father, ah! --- WSA2025 Entry
Azhe_ · 5.8K Views

Doomsday Elevator

The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.
DaoistfRF8HJ · 7.8K Views
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