All Mangas

After the An Shi Rebellion shatters the Tang Dynasty and the world’s order begins to tilt, a lone fortress city in the Western Regions is abandoned beyond the empire’s reach. For sixty years, no reinforcements arrive, no decrees come, and the Central Plains forgets the name of the place—yet the city still refuses to surrender, clinging to the belief that it remains Tang land.

Gu Chang An is born behind those walls and grows up in blood and sand. He kills young, fights older, and keeps fighting when everyone else is gone—until the defenders are reduced to a single man on the ramparts. With the last civilians at his back and the weight of countless fallen comrades on his shoulders, he holds the line through siege after siege, turning a hopeless defense into a legend. And then, after unimaginable years, a message finally reaches Chang An: a fragment of Tang territory still stands in the far west, and the last soldier of the An Xi Army is still guarding it. The news shakes the realm—because one man’s stubborn stand has kept an entire age from truly dying.

Gu Nan Xi dies from overwork and wakes up inside a book after binding a “Kind Mother System,” only to find she’s now the matron of a marquis’s household fated to be executed to the last person.

Since dying sooner or later makes no difference, she decides to lie flat and enjoy what time she has left. Her eldest son, once a hesitant romantic doomed to ruin himself for love, suddenly becomes obsessed with studying and follows her around demanding she sign his practice exams. Her sickly second son, originally destined to run off into the martial world and get everyone dragged down with him, gets pulled into sunbathing, reading wuxia, and accidentally chasing the kind of “real-life opportunities” that build true skill. Her youngest daughter, who was supposed to scheme her way toward becoming empress and end up imprisoned, gets handed the household keys and a strategy book—because if she can’t manage a home, she has no business managing a country.

The system keeps trying to force Gu Nan Xi into saintly motherhood, but her deadpan laziness, blunt advice, and refusal to overextend somehow knock her children off their doomed tracks. The marquis’s estate descends into chaotic self-improvement, and the family’s tragic ending quietly collapses: the eldest rises to become the youngest Grand Secretary, the second becomes a border general, and the youngest becomes a famed virtuous empress—all because their mother stubbornly refused to struggle the way the plot expected.

Su Yan wakes up in a brutal beast world as the lowest life-form imaginable: a tiny white mouse with no clan, no backing, and no power. The only thing keeping her alive is a mysterious “Childbearing System” that offers points, skills, and protection—on one condition: she must form bonds with high-bloodline beast lords and give birth to heirs.

At first, it’s pure survival. One wrong step and she’s prey. But every cub she delivers unlocks new abilities, rare bloodline rewards, and influence that even emperors can’t ignore. What begins as a desperate scramble for points becomes a climb through ruthless courts, shifting alliances, and continent-level wars—until the once-helpless “little mouse” is standing at the center of the world as a feared and coveted Holy Empress.

Yet the system’s rewards come with a price, and the ultimate goal is staggering: the Ancestral Dragon bloodline—worth five hundred million points. To reach it, Su Yan must outplay powerful mates, rival empresses, and the system itself… before she becomes the next offering.

Shen Tang woke up on the road to exile and realized this world didn’t run on anything resembling science.
Divine stones fell from the sky, and a hundred nations went to war over them.
Scholars condensed a Literary Heart, and whatever they spoke became reality.
Warriors gathered a Martial Gall, splitting mountains and cleaving seas.
The pretty boy she’d dismissed only had to say, “Spear leveled, horse leaping,” and the next second armor snapped onto him, a long spear appeared in his hand, and he became an army of one – charging through thousands, seven times in and seven times out!
The sickly ghost she’d written off only needed to chant, “Stars strewn, pieces arrayed,” and the sky became a domed lid, the earth a chessboard – moving troops and laying formations as easily as breathing!
This wasn’t just unscientific anymore – it was fucking unreal!
It was like theology had nailed the lid shut on science’s coffin!
And as for her-
“My lord, the North Commandery is in a great drought. Why don’t you cry a little?”
Shen Tang: “…”
“My lord, the South Prefecture is flooded. Why don’t you smile a bit more?”
Shen Tang: “…”

“Look at the three thousand worlds, and the heavens beyond the heavens—where is there I cannot go, and where is there that is not my place?”

She doesn’t ask for love, and she doesn’t indulge in empty longing. She doesn’t chase transcendence or eternal life, either. From the moment Zhao Chun first drew her sword, she chose one thing: to walk a path no one has ever taken—her own.

When the Chaotic Soul descends, calamity sweeps across all creation; to keep the mortal realm from unraveling, the Grudgebreaker vows to shatter every lingering grudge.

Hu Qing once shook heaven and earth with her own two hands—and rode an entire realm’s ascension straight into the Immortal Realm. She thought her new life would start at the top. Instead, she arrives as a dowry cookmaid.

Fine. If everyone’s going to look down on her, she’ll make sure they remember exactly what she is: an ARTIFACT! REFINER!

If that means starting from the bottom, then she’ll start with the bottom—patching cracked pots.

Repairs can be a path, too. And when her Dao is complete, she’ll be the one calling the shots.

[Level-Up Progression + Strong Heroine + No Romance]
Lu Shao Heng was spoiled and willful, living for luxury and pleasure, but she had every reason to be that way.
With a privileged birth, top-tier talent, doting loved ones, and a fiancé promised to her, everything came easily.
Until a girl barged into her life and forcefully took everything.
Lu Shao Heng tried one move after another, yet some twist of fate always made her lose.
Old friends turned on her. Her parents treated Lu Shao Heng like something to be traded. The elder brother who built his fame on her poetry and policy essays chose to abandon her, the younger brother she had trained after studying the military classics trampled her with contempt, and her fiancé had long since fallen for someone else…
When Lu Shao Heng lay starving and freezing in a ruined temple, a voice spoke.
[Life was a play. You were destined to be Jiang Yun Jiang’s backdrop, a clown forever in her shadow. But now you can choose to return to the past and change everything.]
[Back at the beginning, you can offer everything to Jiang Yun Jiang and trade it for a decent future. Or you can plan again and face her once more.]
Starting over sounded like a miracle.
But Shao Heng chose to let go of the past and move forward.
She was going to cultivate immortality!
“I never regret anything, so why start over?”
Letting go of resentment and bitterness, Shao Heng finally saw the truth: power was the foundation of every rule.
Ambition woke in her bones, and desire spread like wildfire.
Look – mountains would erode into new shapes, rivers could even reverse and change their course, but she would always move forward.
…
In cultivation, years meant nothing. When Shao Heng looked back, she had gone from her first step on the immortal path to taking first place on the Phoenix Cry Rankings, soaring straight into the clouds, and cutting down immortals with her sword.
Along the way, she had already become the immortal path’s unrivaled leader, someone the whole world had to admire.

In the year 2200, a seemingly ordinary phenomenon becomes the end of an era. A meteor shower hits Blue Star (essentially Earth). All hot weapons and related manufacturing equipment suddenly fail or are destroyed for reasons no one can explain. At the same time, plants, animals, and even some natural environments mutate into lethal threats.

Guns and missiles disappear from the stage. In their place, martial cultivation and strange powers rise as the only way to fight back. Humanity hides in fortified bases while the world outside turns into a wasteland filled with “disaster materials” and terrifying mutant creatures. This is the backdrop of the story’s ten-years-later present, a post-apocalyptic, high-martial, interstellar-leaning world.

Beneath the surface of everyday life, at the edge of reason, outside the world you think you know, there lies a landscape you have never imagined.

The first time Yu Sheng opened that door, the world he knew collapsed.

In that moment, a “truth” that reached to the very roots of reality came crashing down on him.

Jiang Tea Tea, a Green Tea Tree Spirit, wants nothing more than to prove her worth and share the blessings of green tea with the entire Demon Realm. Yet one moment of carelessness changes everything: she slips into a river for a simple bath and, absurdly, ends up drowning.

When she opens her eyes again, she has become a universal joke. She is a daughter without a father’s affection, a mother’s afterthought, an eyesore to her elder brother, and a disgrace in the eyes of her younger sister. The so-called True Daughter wants to beat her, the fiancé kicks her aside in disgust, and with no supernatural abilities to her name, she is treated as a worthless offering: a Fake Daughter, a disposable cabbage in the family garden.

As a Green Tea Tree Spirit, Jiang Tea Tea could have swallowed the humiliation of dying in bathwater. But being passed around like an object, given away as if she were nothing at all, is a different matter entirely. [She could endure a great deal, but even a tree had its limits.]

Driven past her breaking point, she fights back. In a moment of reckless defiance, she ends up sharing a bed with a stranger.

One impulsive night later, she discovers she is pregnant.

Staring at her belly in disbelief, Jiang Tea Tea can only ask, “What is going on?” How could a Green Tea Tree Spirit who once lived a simple, quiet life now be carrying a child—a little tea sapling, a Little Cub—growing inside her?

At the same time, the Golden Dragon Clan of the Imperial Royal Family faces extinction. Their bloodline is on the verge of collapse: only a solitary uncle and his young nephew remain. The uncle, the notorious Regent, is a 150-year-old “unmarried madman,” while the nephew is a seventeen-year-old adolescent who still wakes in the night craving milk.

The rest of the Dragon Race is already waiting for the Golden Dragons to die out so they can seize the throne. None of them expects the impossible: that this dwindling line will suddenly produce a child.

The appearance of the Little Cub, bearing an unmistakable royal aura, sends shockwaves through the realm. The entire Dragon Race trembles, and even the other races instinctively bow under its pressure.

There is, however, one crucial problem. The Little Cub’s aura flickers in and out of existence, leaving only traces behind. The Regent knows a child of his bloodline exists somewhere in the world, but he cannot find the Little Cub—or the mysterious mother who carries it.

Ling Mo thought transmigrating meant a stress-free life—eat, sleep, and lie flat until the credits rolled.

Then she sat bolt upright on the verge of death and realized she’d grabbed the wrong script.

This was the apocalypse.

It took her three seconds to accept it. After that, she lived by one rule: better to cling to life than die heroically. She avoided pointless risks, hoarded what mattered, and held on with stubborn, shameless determination. When danger came, she adapted. When disasters hit, she endured. And when everyone else turned their noses up at “junk,” Ling Mo saw opportunity.

By diving into game instances to scavenge what others left behind—and flipping it as a middleman—she carved out a surprisingly comfortable living in a collapsing world. One deal at a time, one narrow escape at a time, the girl who only wanted to survive quietly ended up climbing higher than anyone expected.

And when she finally looked back, Ling Mo realized something almost laughable:

Maybe the apocalypse wasn’t as terrifying… once you learned how to live in it.

Ye Wan Lan’s body was stolen. A transmigrator hijacked her life, wrecked everything in her name, then abandoned the mess and disappeared. When Ye Wan Lan finally wrested back control, she didn’t get freedom—she got a prison: the same day, repeating without end for 999 years.

No matter what she tried, the world reset. Plans failed. Relationships rewound. Consequences vanished—again and again—until the only thing that remained was her. Forced to survive an eternity of repetition, she became something no one could predict: a “madwoman” with mastery over countless skills, from martial arts to music to medicine.

The day the loop breaks, she steps into the ruins of her own life…and everyone laughs at her for being powerless. Then her past and present lives are accidentally exposed, and the world watches in disbelief.
She leaps from over thirty meters high and lands unscathed—“wires,” they insist.
She plays “Break the Formation,” deadly precise—“post-production,” they argue.
She revives the lost Tai Yi Divine Needles and brings the dying back—“scripted,” they scramble.
One excuse after another, until even the people covering for her can’t keep up.
“Can you tone it down?”
They’re running out of lies.

Then Ye Wan Lan discovers a new ability: she can hear antiques talk. From dusty relics and ancient blades, she picks up secrets buried across dynasties and continents—gossip, hidden histories, and the locations of things the world has searched for in vain.
“No one knows the Tian Qi Grand Canon is under the Feng Yuan Treasure Pagoda.”
The next day, it’s unearthed.
“I’m Ning Tai Zu’s sword. I won’t say where the treasure is.”
The day after, global headlines announce it’s been found.
The antiques finally realize the problem: ???
Ye Wan Lan simply extends her hand. “I’ll take you home.”

Lost martial arts return. Kesi weaving reappears. Opera and traditional arts rise again—one miracle after another, all pointing to the same truth: Shen Zhou’s treasures will not stay scattered forever.

In a new era on the brink, she becomes the only torch.
And he—equally dangerous, equally relentless—wagers his life for one thing: a flourishing Shen Zhou…with her in it.

Lin Zhao finally tore free of the invisible force steering her life—only to discover she was never the heroine at all, but a disposable female side character in a tragedy novel, born to sacrifice everything for a transmigrated junior sister. On the day of her wedding, her childhood fiancé abandoned her for the new “little junior sister,” leaving Lin Zhao to be mocked by the entire crowd. The Master she adored carved out her spirit bone to strengthen that junior sister’s body. The brothers she protected stepped on her blood and bones to become Sacred Land prodigies, then laughed at her for being “ordinary.” Even her death didn’t end it: the people who ruined her spent nine thousand chapters regretting it, mourning her, and still reached a perfect, all-cast happy ending beside the heroine. This time, Lin Zhao refuses to be anyone’s plot device. Romance is risky, taking a Master is a gamble, and ascension is the only way to stay safe—so she will rewrite her fate, slap down every scumbag, and rise on her own terms.

Bai Meng Jin ruled as the Jade Devil for over a thousand years—loathed, feared, and impossible to swallow, like a bone lodged in the cultivation world’s throat. She dies without regret… and wakes up in her own teenage body.

This time, she’s done playing the villain.

The righteous path is stuffed to the brim with polished smiles and “proper” virtue. Fine. If they insist on pretending, she can do it too—only better. Let them have an immortal maiden who looks gentle, speaks sweetly, and serves tea with a smile… while quietly sharpening the knife behind her back.

To survive what’s coming, she needs a shield. A backer. Someone destined to stand at the peak of power.

Her target is Ling Bu Fei, the Wu Ji Sect’s Young Sect Master: a future pillar of the Immortal Alliance, currently reduced to a frail nobody with shattered meridians and enemies on all sides. Bai Meng Jin steps in when he has nothing—steady companionship, unwavering loyalty, perfectly timed kindness. When he rises, he’ll trust her completely. He’ll protect her. He’ll be her best investment.

It’s flawless.

Until the days turn into months, the “pitiful genius” starts showing teeth, and Bai Meng Jin realizes she may have miscalculated one thing:

Ling Bu Fei isn’t as righteous as he’s supposed to be.

And the more she tries to control the game, the more it feels like someone else has already been playing it—just as well as she has.

Nascent Soul True Lord Song Wan Ning dies a cruel death—only to learn she was never the heroine, just the “vicious supporting villain” written to be sacrificed.

In her first life, the childhood sweetheart she loved for a hundred years pushed her onto the Devil Path for the sake of his “transmigrated” heroine disciple. The disciple she cherished most—the so-called male lead—personally ground her bones to dust and scattered her ashes. In the end, they even joined forces to wipe out her entire clan.

Reborn, Song Wan Ning is told by the Three Lives Mirror that survival means “whitewashing” herself and earning the male and female leads’ favor. She smiles softly… and refuses. A villainess who knows the plot isn’t here to beg for forgiveness—she’s a wolf walking straight into the sheepfold, teeth bared.

The Medicine King Sect’s inheritance is meant to go only to the heroine? Song Wan Ning shatters the inheritance divine sense and destroys a thousand spirit tablets in one breath. The divine beast recognizes the male lead but not her? She skins it, tears its tendons, and strips its bloodline—because without bloodline, what is a divine beast worth? The sect shields her childhood sweetheart and the “chosen” leads? Then she’ll erase the entire sect from the Seven Sects and Four Factions.

They call her crazy.
So what?
When she goes crazy, everyone else finally learns to behave.

Qin Hui Yin wakes up inside a novel—and in the body of a doomed side character.

Her mother is the village’s famous beauty: a pretty widow on her second marriage, and already preparing for a third. The second wedding gives Qin Hui Yin a stepbrother fated to become the story’s villain. The third wedding is even worse—because the male lead becomes her stepbrother too, along with a cannon-fodder stepsister and stepbrother destined to die young.

And Qin Hui Yin’s mother? Cannon fodder herself, cheerfully bouncing around in front of the two boys every day, completely unaware they’ve already imagined a hundred different ways for her to die. Qin Hui Yin only wants one thing: to live. So she makes a decision—she’ll cling to the male lead, and she’ll cling to the villain as well. Work both angles, and surely she can latch onto a real powerhouse.

Except both the “future hero” and the “future villain” are commoner-born, stubborn, and impossibly hard to raise. Keeping them alive, fed, and on track nearly costs Qin Hui Yin her own life.

Years later, she’s pulled off the impossible: the villain and the male lead are healthy, well-fed, and thriving, and the step-siblings who were supposed to die young are still alive. Mission accomplished. Fortune secured. As the richest woman in the realm, Qin Hui Yin is ready to bow out, hide her achievements, and find herself a handsome ancient guy to marry into her family—then live at the very top.

Only… every matchmaker in the capital has shut their doors.

Fine. She’ll throw money at it. She’ll throw money at it until it opens.

But in the middle of the night, someone slips into her room, loosens his robe, and asks softly, “Isn’t it enough that I’m the one marrying in?”

A former teen prodigy who once swept every major award, Qiao Qing Yan becomes the internet’s favorite punching bag after a sudden change and a meteoric fall—until, at twenty-two, she “retires from acting”… and immediately shakes the entire industry with one impossible appearance after another: a top awards VIP, a two-doctorate youngest professor at an elite university, and even the hidden boss behind a Beijing luxury hotel. But fame is the least of her secrets—she’s a true powerhouse with superpowers, a seasoned quick-transmigration traveler who’s done living on anyone else’s script. As rumors explode and the world tries to drag her back down, the nation’s Best Actor steps forward with a confession that flips the narrative: he’s not letting her ride his fame—he’s the one chasing hers. 1V1 devoted romance, mutual doting, satisfying power fantasy, entirely fictional.

Su Qian accidentally entered a special chat group, and somehow she was the only one who hadn’t transmigrated?

“I transmigrated to the Apocalypse. Food is scarce here, and I can’t even eat until I’m full!!”

“I transmigrated to ancient times and became a substitute-bride Princess Consort. Three wives and four concubines – I really can’t win this fight!!!”

“Am I the unluckiest? I transmigrated to a cultivation world as a cannon-fodder villain…”

Su Qian: “You all transmigrated? But I’m on Earth!”
…

“Sis, you’re on Earth?! Seriously?! Send me some food – I’ll trade you gold!!!”

Ding! Received a red packet from the Apocalypse transmigrator (one hundred taels of gold).
…

From then on, Su Qian began a life of swapping resources and getting rich on cheat mode.

Rice, flour, grain, cooking oil, and bottled water – traded with the Apocalypse transmigrator for gold, silver, and jewels.

Fried chicken, milk tea, and hotpot – traded with the cultivation-world transmigrator for beauty-and-youth pills.

Mahjong, snacks, and Empresses in the Palace – traded with the ancient-times transmigrator for palace jewelry.
…

The cultivation-world transmigrator: “Help! Last time we traded, I think I accidentally tossed my Master over to you!”

Su Qian: ?!!

She silently glanced at the man eating fried chicken and drinking milk tea.

He was pretty handsome. Should she send him back?

The Jiang Family’s most overlooked eldest daughter, Jiang Shi Yue, woke up one day – and everything changed.

Supernatural powers: unlocked.
Skills: maxed out.
Taking down trash, delivering ruthless face-slaps, flirting with cute guys – she does it all like she was born for it. And every single day, she insists on “persuading” people with the truth.

Underling A (lying through his teeth): “Boss, boss, you’re so kind!”
Underling B (shaking with fear): “Boss, boss, you’re so beautiful!”
Underling C (completely sincere): “Boss, boss, you’re amazing!” (This post is worth one mao; remember to delete what’s in the brackets.)

She used to dream of marrying a big shot.
Then she realized something even more fun: being the big shot.

A playful, overpowered superpowered queen of chaos x a cold, brooding aristocratic young master from a great family – the true big shot male lead.

Wei Yun Xi stayed up all night binging a xianxia romance novel, only to wake up and find herself inside the very same story. Even worse, she had become the first female supporting character, a woman with her exact name whose fate was nothing short of miserable.

In the original plot, Wei Yun Xi was nothing more than a stepping stone for the heroine. She handed over equipment, spiritual resources, and even her man. In the end, she sacrificed her innate talent and died in a brutal ritual, her spiritual roots dug out and her Golden Core split open. Furious, the transmigrated Wei Yun Xi jumped to her feet and slammed her palm against the bedboard. She refused to live as a walking treasure chest.

Someone else could play the role of the heroine’s benefactor. Her goal was simple: stay far away from the female lead and ascend to the upper realm.

Step one: guard her wealth with her life. She would not give the heroine a single artifact. That treasured redwood token the original Yun Xi had ignored? She snatched it up at once. With it came her true golden finger: access to a multiverse trading chat group.

From interstellar civilizations and prehistoric worlds to apocalyptic ruins, beastman tribes, celestial realms, divine dominions, and even the underworld, group members from countless dimensions became her allies and trading partners. Standing beneath the vast sky, Wei Yun Xi threw her head back and laughed: “Come at me, heroine! Let’s see who really survives in the end!”

Yet for some reason, the heroine and the male lead kept circling around her, trying to profit from her good fortune. Did they truly think her generosity came without a price?

As Wei Yun Xi’s cultivation grew stronger, the hidden schemes of the cultivation world began to surface. Reality drifted further and further from the book’s original plot, until she started to wonder if she had fallen into a fake novel. Only much later did she learn the truth: her arrival in this world was no coincidence, but part of a carefully laid plan to save it.

The mission runner mainly avenges the female supporting characters. To complete her missions, she’ll use any ruthless method – with no moral bottom line.

If you like the main leads, don’t pick this up. The mission runner loves to lose it, and aside from the people she likes, she brutalizes everyone else without mercy.

First world: An Ling Rong

She refused to become someone else’s blade.

In this life, she wanted to live for herself.

She wanted no sisterhood. She only wanted a child of her own.

She wanted revenge on the Empress, and revenge on the dog emperor.

She also wanted to stir up trouble for Zhen Huan and Shen Mei Zhuang.

In this life, she wanted to bear a son. She wanted to become the Empress Dowager.

Second world: Ruyi’s Royal Love in the Palace, Chen Wan Yin

In this life, she refused to be invisible.

In this life, she refused to be bullied ever again.

In this life, she wanted children.

In this life, she wanted her home filled with children and grandchildren.

In this life, she wanted to become the Empress Dowager.

Third world: The Legend of Zhen Huan, Gua Er Jia · Wen Yuan

She wanted revenge.

She wanted Zhen Huan, Shen Mei Zhuang, and An Ling Rong to die a terrible death.

She wanted the Empress to suffer day and night.

She wanted the dog emperor to do nothing but keep having daughters.