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I'm Filming Variety Shows In Apocalypses

The best actor was shooting a doomsday movie when he suddenly transmigrated to a real doomsday world and became Aon Flearov, a young man with a huge debt and a blood-sucking family. What does one do in the apocalypse? Of course, shoot variety shows, live streams, do ads, act in movies, hold concerts and fan meetings— The whole showbiz world was placed in real apocalypses, and Aon, a newly-debuted doomsday star, was thrown to a random variety show to fight zombies! It was at this desperate moment that Aon awakened a superpower— A system. DING! [Heyo, dad, your son is online~] Aon: [Son, are you a farming system? A counterattack system? A pay-to-win system?? Anything will do!] The system instantly burst into tears: [B-but dad, I'm a superstar system!] And so, in a doomsday dating variety show: The system picked and chose a few "cabbages" seriously: [Dad, do you want to find me a zombie step mom or an alien step dad? Old or young? One, two, three, or four?] In a doomsday gourmet show: The system handed a frying pan, spatula, guitar, piano: [Go, dad! I want a stir-fry zombie brain, alien omakase, mutated beast AYCE, spirit plant pancakes— ] In a doomsday idol survival show: The system looked at the zombies and aliens crying on their knees, begging for mercy: [Dad! They're all moved by your singing! They want an encore!] [Dad! After you do the zombie dance, the zombies collectively change their race's name!] Doing part-time jobs in the eternal sun apocalypse, camping in a natural disaster doomsday, living with aliens, styling zombies in Doomsday Supermodel, turning into plants and fighting zombies, fighting against fellow doomsday celebrities in Doomsday Survival championships— Here, there are various shows you can and can't imagine. Name one, and it will come true. #An actor who cannot become a superstar isn't a good doomsday survivor# The three no: No R18 No harem No BL/Yuri— no bullying the author! PS: This novel is written by the author's cat Follow my Instagram: @zehell2218 Discord server: https://discord.gg/axqNyHv or ask for a discord link through IG DM
Zehell2218 · 45.7K Views

Not another Dungeon Story

It did not matter who you were. A noble’s blood, a scholar’s wisdom, a merchant’s wealth—none of it meant a damn thing inside the dungeons. Once you stepped beyond those gates, past the threshold where light faded and the unknown swallowed all, there was only one truth that mattered. The strong ruled. The weak perished. It did not matter if you were a prince or a beggar, a decorated warrior or a nameless fool. The dungeon did not care. It did not discriminate. It only tested, again and again, until your bones lay among the countless others who had thought themselves worthy. For most, dungeon diving was not a choice—it was survival. In this city of towering walls and endless ambition, men and women bled for the chance to carve their names into history. They fought for coin, for glory, for the slim chance of rising above their station. They fought because, in Dragnir, power was the only thing that truly mattered. Some dove for wealth, their eyes glimmering with the promise of fortune buried in the depths. Others sought fame, desperate for their names to be whispered in awe, their deeds recorded in legend. And then there were those who fought for power—not for riches, not for glory, but for strength itself. Because in the end, power was the only thing that meant anything. And so, they fought. Again and again, against monsters that never died, in dungeons that never emptied. They struggled, they endured, they bled, and still, the dungeons called for more. For some, the call was a curse. For others, a promise. But no matter the reason, no matter their fate—once they stepped inside, they belonged to the dungeon. And the dungeons… never let go. Right Dungeons, because it's not only one but Three of them with different kinds of hell to offer, will you dive?.
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