Life Support Science

The stark-naked, handsome, young man looked intently at a winged reptile creeping in front of him, His lips, closed tight since setting foot in this new realm, began to move as words echoed in the shadowy realm of awareness. "It has been determined that the leaders of the plan and all related individuals are dead, communication with Earth has been completely severed. Transitioning to autonomous operation mode. Updating log-in name to the fully planned 'Li Lin'. Given the current situation, autonomous task B4 is selected." The boy, now known as Li Lin, paused briefly, his voice taking on a chilling edge as if from the depths of hell. "Infiltrate and invade the low-level civilization, colonize it, Earthify it." The ultimate weapon in the form of a young man, in this magical alien world, sensed a familiar scent - war. And so, he continued his mission.

A loner boy, who’s always loved escaping into his RPG world, suddenly finds himself living as one of his game characters. But instead of becoming his favored fighter, he’s in the body of his second avatar—a support mage! Though he’s used to playing both roles, being the mage in real life is a whole new challenge. Now he must rely on his knowledge and skills to navigate this unfamiliar reality and survive as the game's "support."

Life... What is life? Who defines it? Who decides it? Who conceives it? The truth is that we all have it. Some of us hate it. Some of us don't want to lose it. To some it's... precious. To others it's a burden, it's misery... it's a threat. Life is too complex for us -no- for mere humans to understand. It isn't our choice. It has never been our choice. It will never be our choice. So basically, the only thing left for us to do is to choose. Choose whether to leave it or live it. Though, it's easier said than done.

As a military woman, I’ve been trained to stay alert and think tactically, but nothing prepared me for the emotional and financial ambush I experienced online. It started innocently enough. While stationed overseas, I connected with someone on social media who claimed to be a successful crypto trader. He was charismatic, well-spoken, and incredibly supportive. Over the course of several months, he built my trust. He didn’t rush anything. We talked almost every day about life, service, family, and eventually, finances. He made me feel seen and understood, and I truly began to believe there could be a future with him. He slowly introduced me to his world of crypto investing. At first, I was skeptical. But he showed me a platform where he said he made consistent profits, even offering to help me get started. I watched my investment appear to grow rapidly on the site. It looked real. It felt real. Encouraged by what I saw and the bond I thought we had, I invested more and more until I’d put in a total of $250,000. It was everything I had saved. Then one day, he vanished. No calls. No messages. The platform stopped working. My heart sank. I knew I’d been scammed. I felt betrayed, embarrassed, and helpless. I might be tough in uniform, but behind the screen, I was just a woman who’d been deceived. That’s when I found FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER. From the first call, they treated me with respect and urgency. Their team got to work immediately. They were able to trace the funds through 12 different crypto wallets, following a digital trail most would never find. Eventually, they tracked the money to a real exchange account, one that the scammer had linked to his identity. That mistake cost him.Thanks to FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER expertise, $187,000 of my stolen funds were recovered before they could be laundered or hidden. They worked with international authorities and the exchange to freeze the assets in time. I’m still healing, but I’m no longer a silent victim. I’m speaking out because if it happened to me, a woman in the military, it could happen to anyone. Don’t stay silent. There’s help out there. FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER gave me a second chance. For help W H A T S A P P: +1 8 0 2 9 5 2 3 4 7 0 EmaIL F U N D S R E T R I E V E R [@] E N G I N E E R. C O M OR S U P P O R T @ F U N D S R E T R I E V E R [@] E N G I N E E R. C O M WEBSITE https://fundsretrieverengineer.com

Shen QingShu, 22, died in an accident. His biggest regret before his death was that he’d been single all his life. He obviously wasn’t a monk, but he’d never eaten meat. Then, when he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome, self-assured man standing before him. The handsome man parted his thin lips slightly and asked, “Wanna have a one-night stand?” Shen QingShu didn’t hesitate at all. “Let’s do it! Twice!” The next morning, Shen QingShu woke up aching all over. Only then did he discover he’d transmigrated into a book. The handsome guy beside him who’d gone two rounds with him was the protagonist gong, Han Cheng, the second son of the Han Group. And the original owner of this body was just a disliked, death-seeking cannon fodder. Shen QingShu: …Well, this is f*cking awkward. But Shen QingShu didn’t panic. Anyway, he was just a cannon fodder. He figured they’d part in a few days He knew he was a tool man, a character who only existed to develop the plot. -Half a year later- Shen QingShu looked at the man next to him and wondered: It’s been more than six months. Why hasn’t he left already? Until the day he saw the protagonist shou and Han Cheng meet by accident. Tool man Shen QingShu immediately felt the call of duty. Eyes shining, he prepared to push the plot forward. “Don’t come looking for me in the future.” Shen QingShu was extremely self-aware. Han Cheng was shocked. “Why? Do you have feelings for someone else? Who is it?” Shen QingShu: … Darling, this reaction isn’t quite right. “I don’t accept this,” Han Cheng said, furious. “One day as husband and wife means a hundred days of grace. Can you even calculate how much grace we have?” Shen QingShu: … No, wait, what are you talking about? It’s not like I’m your wife. I’m just a tool man, and it’s time for me to go offline! However, Shen QingShu found that not only did the protagonist gong refuse to let him go offline, he was going to make him his bride! Shen QingShu: I’m crying. By Lin Ang Si

"All Earth's knowledge, a boost to my brain, and to be unbound by magic capacity or affinity, those are my three requests" said Colt preparing for reincarnation. To reincarnate in another world, a wish he held dear, and now, he's heading to a world of monsters, magic, elves, and riches only he knows how to use . Sworn to not repeat the suffering he went through, Colt will use any and all means to ensure his new life is a good one.

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttttttt, don't be discourage by the amount of chapters and read meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (You can check the Review Section for the Characters illustrations) The Library of Science and Technology At the pinnacle of science lies the domain of the divine. Immortality, flight, summoning wind and rain, shifting mountains and parting seas—what once lived only in myth can now be achieved through science. But to unlock these god-like technologies, one must possess the highest clearance within the mysterious Library of Science and Technology. After a chance encounter and a heroic rescue, Chen Mo gains both an unexpected love… and access to an infinite library of advanced knowledge. From this moment, his journey begins.

"Ding! You just died from a fish bone stuck in your throat. Would you like to bind to the system?" Original Title: 快穿之女配要逆天改命 Author: 张家书迷一枚

Alan is a scientist or was a scientist, how will he explore this new world of magic he has reincarnated into? Many bizzare adventures awaits. Science vs Magic or Science + Magic=???

Luo Hong was standing in front of the mountain gate of Huangfeng Valley. At this moment, he had to admit the fact that he had traveled to "Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality" Pushing the glasses that no longer existed, Luo Hong said categorically, "Like Han Li, I am a false spiritual root" "It seems the only way I can go is to scientifically cultivate immortality!" Why is there a bottleneck on every fourth level during the qi refining realm? How can you maximize the chance of establishing a foundation? How many factors affect the speed of cultivation? How fast is Han Li running? When cultivating immortality in this world is an objective fact, then science is immortal cultivation, and immortal cultivation is science! (Note: This is not my book)

In the sacred kingdom of Elysera, under a sky blessed by twin suns and songs of angels, the Great Holy Ritual of Summoning was finally completed. A blinding pillar of light exploded at the center of the Grand Cathedral. The High Saintess Seraphiel, a woman of divine beauty and infinite patience, stepped forward with grace. Beside her stood the Female Chosen One, a young warrior with a silver sword and an expression sharp enough to cut demons. The light faded, revealing their long-awaited savior. The Male Chosen One. But what emerged from the divine light… was not what they expected. A young man in ragged pajamas, holding a manga in one hand and mumbling something about “panty shots,” stood blinking in the holy chamber. "HOLY CHOSEN ONE!" Seraphiel announced, her voice echoing through the stained glass halls. "Yo," said the man, scratching his butt. "Wait, is this… an isekai? SWEET! Are there elves?" Seraphiel, maintaining her saintly calm, bowed slightly. "Brave one, your destiny is to defeat the Demon King and save our world—" Before she could finish, the Male Chosen One turned and locked eyes with the Female Chosen One. Then—without hesitation—he lunged forward and tried to lift her skirt. Time seemed to slow. A hush fell across the cathedral. SLAP! The sound echoed like divine thunder. THWACK! A well-aimed kick launched the pervert into a stained glass window featuring the image of a benevolent angel. He crashed through it and landed in the holy fountain. "B-BUT THAT’S HOW IT STARTS IN THE MANGA!" he sputtered, coughing water. The Female Chosen One, glaring, muttered, “That’s the Demon King, right? We summoned the wrong guy.” Seraphiel pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “...Perhaps fate has a sense of humor.” And so began the chaotic journey of a very perverted "hero", a holy saintess barely holding it together, and a Female Chosen One who seriously considered joining the demon army instead.

Tang Yue inexplicably became a female supporting character in an old-style xianxia (immortal cultivation) novel. She discovered that not only did she lack a cheat or golden finger, but there was also a ring embedded in her chest — one that could take her life at any moment. The ring: Only by working hard to become more beautiful can you stay alive! After eight years of intense cultivation, Tang Yue finally achieved a life-saving level of beauty. Then she heard the latest rumor: “Chu Tianshu is truly irresistible. I heard the city lord’s youngest daughter is trying to attract his attention by...”

I've always wanted to be a hero since I was a little kid; that's all I ever wanted. The hero I wanted to be was that strong and brave person who could save the day with a smile and beat down villains and monsters with ease, but life doesn't always give you what you want, does it? Also posting on my other account on Royal Road: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/588903

After the interdimensional beings invasion of Earth, two-thirds of the planet's population was destroyed. The remaining earthlings left on the planet gained ancient knowledge of magic and advanced technologies that helped rebuild society. The society of Earth was divided into two, which was between magicians and the scientists. Although these two factions had opposing ideologies, they all came together to fight the invaders from other parallel dimensions who sought to conquer Earth. Elisa, the main character, was reincarnated to earth after using a forbidden technique in her past life to protect the dignity of her clan.

In a creaky old apartment tucked between two gentrified cafés in a city that pretends monsters don't exist, five supernatural beings share rent, ramen, and regret. * Vlad, the vampire, is a centuries-old former aristocrat trying to adapt to modern life, he still writes with a quill and thinks TikTok is a magic spell. * Roxy, the werewolf, is an anxiety-riddled barista who’s terrified of full moons and group projects. * Casper, the ghost, is a cheerful, overly positive soul who died in the '80s and never quite figured out how to leave, or stop decorating with neon posters. * Luce, the demon, left Hell’s corporate ladder to “find themselves” and now freelances as a life coach with a temper problem. * Tansy, the witch, is the oldest of them all and runs a crystal shop on Etsy. She’s calm… unless someone touches her cauldron. Every Sunday night, they gather in the living room with snacks, bad coffee, and one goal: don't kill each other or the neighbors. They call it “Roommate Support Group.” It’s cheaper than therapy, and sometimes messier. Together, they deal with rent hikes, haunted plumbing, exes showing up in summoning circles, and the existential crisis of being immortal in a world that keeps moving forward. But in between the chaos, they learn something scarier than any curse: healing.

I used to be disenchanted of my own hands. Not in some weird psychological way—though maybe it was psychological, who knows. I mean literally afraid that my hands would betray me at the worst possible moment. Which they did. Constantly. Job interviews, presentations, first dates. Anytime people were watching and waiting for me to perform, my fingers would go numb and my brain would just... shut off. Like someone pulled the power cord. I called it ATSM—Anxiety That Stiffens Muscles. Stupid name, but I'm a programmer. I like labeling things, even when I can't fix them. The worst part? It killed my one real passion. I used to love billiards. Was actually decent at it, back in college. But after... well, after something happened that I don't really want to get into right now, I couldn't hold a cue stick without falling apart. So I did what any rational person would do: I gave up. Got a safe job, worked long hours, convinced myself I didn't need hobbies anyway. That plan worked great for about fifteen years. Then I made the mistake of running my mouth on TikTok, challenging the Queen of Nine-Ball to a match. Because apparently when you're having a midlife crisis, the smart move is to embarrass yourself in front of the best billiards player in Southeast Asia. This plot is about what happened after that. It's about meeting people who refused to let me quit, learning to fail in public without dying, and discovering that sometimes the only way forward is to go back and face the thing that broke you in the first place. It's also about billiards, obviously. But mostly it's about being brave enough to suck at something you love, in front of people who matter.

# GROUP PAMPERING In her previous life, Su Su offered up her life for science, and in the end, she developed a system that could let her travel through time and space, allowing her to return to a time 30 years ago, to the day before her family was destroyed. She was only four at that time, and she was the legitimate lady of the Su family, though she ended up wandering the streets. At the same time, the imposter, Su Nan, lived a lavish life in the Su family, and she was also well loved by her brothers. When Su Su brought with her a dirty doll and stepped into the Su family's mansion, they were holding a grand birthday party for Su Nan. But this was also a sign that the Su family’s tragic fate was about to change! However, the imposter, Su Nan, panicked. “She’s just a beggar, and yet she’s pretending to be Su Su! Chase her out!” The guests snickered and agreed with her. “Where did this girl come out from? The Su family lost their eldest daughter when she’s just one years old. Someone must have told this four-year-old girl to do this, right?” Su Su ran into her noble and reserved big brother’s arms. “Brother, I’m Su Su! I came back! If you don’t believe me, we can do a paternity test!” In her previous life, she was only discovered and brought back to the Su family when she was an adult. Unfortunately, by then, the Su family was already persecuted to the point where it was almost ruined. This time, Su Su swore that she would save her brothers! Much later, when the four-year-old Su Su used the technology to save the Su family, Su Nan’s real identity was exposed. In truth, the Su family’s downfall was linked to this imposter…

Tang Shu has transmigrated and became a cannon fodder female supporting character in a novel! And on the first day, she was almost sexually assaulted by a pig-faced director! “No one will come to save you even if you scream yourself hoarse today. It’s better if you are good and do as I say. I promise I'll be gentle, and I’ll also give your sister the leading role.”Tang Shu scratched her ears with a puzzled look, thinking she had misheard. “What did you say?”She was the one getting assaulted, yet the leading role would be given to her sister?“Stop pretending. We don’t have much time, so it’s better to hurry up.”Looking at the 200-pound fat man coming towards her, Tang Shu twisted his wrist and wails burst out from within the hotel suite. The pig-looking director collapsed to the ground, looking like a lump of meat. But the matter was far from over. Tang Shu called in the culprit to let her experience what she just had. However, when the young one came, so did the older one. Just as Tang Shu was happily teaching them both a lesson, the original owner’s brother came along. Tang Shu thought he would reprimand her, and she already had the words on the tip of her tongue to fight back. But then…“Sister, do you prefer this pink gemstone necklace, or this sapphire necklace?”Tang Shu: “This doting manner of his can’t be a trap, right?” As she held her guard up against her brother, she saw the original owner’s poor fiance who picked up rubbish for a living. His waist was thin, and he had long legs and a pretty face. Every inch of him ticked all the boxes in Tang Shu’s book. She walked over to him, flung out her credit card, and said, “Hey, handsome! I’ll take care of you!”

Eren Cross was a nobody. Bullied. Friendless. Overweight. His own family loathed him — a burden in their eyes, never a son. No talent. No dreams. No future. Except one thing: the game. A five-part fantasy epic called Swordborn: Testament of the Gods. He didn’t just play it — he lived in it. Obsessed over every route, every battle. And every time, no matter what he tried… The hero lost. The world ended. That was the game’s true ending. A silent apocalypse. Eren was furious. Furious at the injustice. At the game. At the world. At himself. So he prayed. Begged for escape. To be there. To change the ending. To live in the world he couldn’t stop dreaming about. One day… something answered. Eren woke up in Swordborn. In Hero's Academy. But not as the chosen one. Not the villain. Not even a side character. He became Tony. A supporting character barely remembered by the fandom. A stepping stone for the “true” protagonist's growth. A nobody, again. No cheats. No destiny. Just a curse: Regression. And a B+ talent in sword and magic — just enough to survive, never enough to win. Every time Eren dies, he goes back. Back to the moment he first arrived. The pain is real. The fear is real. And only he remembers. At first, he didn’t know what was happening. He thought he could be the hero. But Tony? Tony was never the main character. Not even in the game. Now, Eren lives with a horrifying truth: The end of the world is real. Just like in the game, no matter what he does. Even with all the retries, all the deaths, all the suffering… The hero always loses. But this isn’t fiction anymore. This is Swordborn. And Eren Cross — broken, cursed, and furious — will do anything to stop the apocalypse. Because this time, it’s not just a game. It’s the only life he has left. Be careful what you wish for.

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Ning Shu died, and was lucky enough to become a tasker for the poor cannon fodder to counterattack. So, Ning Shu played various lives in one world after another, and met all kinds of people who said "you are ruthless, you are cold, you are unreasonable". Encountering all kinds of white lotus, green tea bitch, scheming bitch sold in batches, can the world still have some truth, goodness and beauty! ? Ning Shu roared, you scum, I am just here to counterattack, please don't hinder me from completing the task. The protagonist of the time travel, the protagonist of the rebirth, there are only taskers who don't work hard, and there is no protagonist halo that can't be pried off. Ning Shu had to bitterly pick up moral integrity in one world after another. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Nothing belongs to me. the translation will have many errors

In the future a man name Zaphkiel was researching a way to upload his memories and personalty in to a artificial brain to inplant in to a new body because he was dying of cancer he made the brain have all his world's science and knowledge preintalled in to the brain along with a a.i to manage all the collected information and to store and organize any thing collected but as he finished it and his last memory was put in to the brain and he took his last breath some thing happened. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental