Saigoku no Daiyōkai - the Great Demon Lord of the Western Lands. *** Immortal Venerable Bai Xinyue faced her greatest tribulation - the tribulation of love. But she cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness. To sever mortal attachments and ascend beyond the heavens, she entered a forbidden secret realm in search of opportunity. Instead, she became ensnared within it. With no other choice, she forged a Daoist bond with a powerful demon, intending to sever it the moment her tribulation passed. When the lightning of judgment finally faded, victory was within reach. Then everything went wrong. Bai Xinyue lost her memory. And she was pregnant. She awakens in the mortal world with an empty mind and a swelling secret. *** A noblewoman in layered silks looks at her with quiet pity. "You are with child," she says softly. "And the child... is hanyō." Bai Xinyue blinks. "...What is a hanyō?" A tall silver-haired daiyōkai steps forward, armor gleaming faintly beneath the lantern light. His presence presses against the room itself - vast, restrained, ancient. Golden eyes settle upon her abdomen. "The aura does not lie," he says calmly. "The child carries the blood of an Inu daiyōkai of the West." Inu. Bai Xinyue freezes. Inu means dog. She falls into rare silence. ...A dog? Does that mean the man she bound herself to... was a hound? Before answers can settle, a colder presence descends. Silver hair spills like moonlight, a crescent moon marking resting upon the center of his forehead. Golden eyes regard her as one might regard dust. "So," he says softly, voice edged with frost. "You are the human who entangled herself with my father." Bai Xinyue's fingers close around the hilt at her waist. Steel slides free with a quiet whisper. "...Say it again."

Kurosawa Ayame was just a scriptwriter. When the otome game 'Jujutsu x Romance' was released, controversy exploded, especially over the route of Ryomen Sukuna. Too eerie. Too cruel. Too many bad endings. Players raged. Ayame only laughed. After all, wasn't that exactly how he was supposed to be? Then she woke up - inside the very game she had written. A cold system prompt greeted her: [Route locked. Exit unavailable.] [Players will not die in the main storyline. As long as the body remains intact, revival is possible.] [Reminder: Maximize the target's favorability to return to reality.] There was only one problem. Her assigned target... was the King of Curses himself. Ayame had no intention of falling in love. To her, it was just a task, a dangerous game she had to clear to get home. So she played. She died. Again and again. Learned. Adapted. Survived. And still, she moved forward, raising his favorability step by step. Until- [Congratulations, player. You have obtained: Wishing Machine.] A shortcut. A perfect betrayal. Ignoring the system's warning, Ayame made her choice. And it worked. She escaped. Returned to reality. ...Or so she thought. Because the next moment- She opened her eyes in 2018. [Favorability requirement not met. Minor penalty applied.] Kurosawa Ayame had a very bad feeling about this.

In a world where Hunters roam freely and danger lurks behind every corner, one thing is universally agreed upon- This is a terrible place to transmigrate into. Unfortunately, Lucy didn't get a choice. After somehow reincarnating into the world of Hunter x Hunter, she wakes up on Whale Island - a peaceful, almost suspiciously safe starting point. Naturally, she makes the most rational decision possible: Live quietly. Avoid danger. Stay far, far away from anything resembling the plot. That plan lasted exactly five minutes. Because a system appeared. A very talkative system. System: "Do you want to know the true meaning of life-" "Too corny. Shut up." System: "Brave girl! Your purpose in this world is adventure! A grand adventure! Perfect for a dead-inside otaku!!" ...Great. Like every unlucky transmigrator before her, Lucy was now stuck with missions, rewards, and - of course - a gacha system. But not just any system. A weapon gacha system. By completing missions, she could draw legendary weapons from different anime worlds-artifacts of unimaginable power, names that could shake entire universes- Tensa Zangetsu. Senbonzakura. Hyōrinmaru. Any one of them would guarantee her survival. So when she received her beginner pull, Lucy felt hope for the first time since arriving in this death trap of a world. And then- System: "Congratulations! You've obtained the SR weapon: Lake Toya (Curry-Scented Edition)!" ...A wooden sword. That smells like curry. In a world where people casually bend reality with Nen, Lucy is expected to survive - with pure physical combat - and a souvenir shop weapon. At this point, she has only one question: Why not just throw her straight into the Dark Continent while they're at it?!

Nagashima Yuki finally transmigrated. More precisely, she reincarnated, straight into the deadly world of Jujutsu Kaisen. The moment she realized where she was, Yuki was thrilled. "Yes! I even got an awesome cursed technique! Time to join the protagonist squad!" All she had to do now was wait for recruitment. After all, wasn't a certain irresponsible white-haired teacher supposed to show up and bring talented kids to Jujutsu High? So she waited. And waited. And waited. "Why hasn't that white-haired teacher come to pick me up yet?! Hurry up and take me to Jujutsu High already!" But instead of an invitation... She attracted the attention of curse users. Now she's being hunted. Constantly. "Where are you, Gojo Satoru?! If Tokyo Jujutsu High won't take me, what about Kyoto?! Somebody recruit me already, please!!" When her life finally becomes impossible to maintain thanks to endless attacks, Yuki reaches a devastating conclusion: "This JJK production crew is way too dangerous! I quit the protagonist team!" And just before she walks into the darkness to fight it on her own terms, she glances back one last time at the school she once dreamed of joining. With tears in her eyes, she shouts toward the sky- "Gojo Satoru! Do you even know what you've lost?!" *** Gojo Satoru was born the strongest. In his entire life, only two things ever slipped through his fingers because he wasn't strong enough. One was the man who nearly killed him - Toji Fushiguro. The other was the mysterious person who appeared after his revival and took Toji away. Sorcerers inherit techniques. That person could dismantle them. Sorcerers attack with cursed energy. That person was immune. Sorcerers stand for justice. That person simply turned around, and walked into the darkness. Her name was Nagashima Yuki. And in the eyes of the jujutsu world, she was someone who stood completely opposite to sorcerers.

After transmigrating into a historical novel, Wen Mian expected at least a decent role. Instead, she became a low-ranking palace maid. Other maids read their masters' expressions and survive through clever schemes. Wen Mian, however, only stares back blankly. [Why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything.] Fine. If she couldn't play palace politics, she would simply endure her years of service and leave the palace at twenty-five. That was the plan. Until the emperor suddenly chose her to be his personal maid. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. On her very first day, Wen Mian had already begun composing the epitaph on her future grave. *** Emperor Zhaoyan has a secret. Since ascending the throne, he has been able to hear the thoughts of everyone around him. Ministers plotting rebellion. Consorts smiling while hiding daggers. Endless schemes echo through his mind every day, making the Forbidden City colder than ever. During a harem interrogation, he prepares to expose the guilty- Until a different voice suddenly appears in his mind. [Why are you still looking at me? Never mind... I'm hungry.] [I want red bean milk rolls... roast duck... roast goose...] Emperor Zhaoyan: ... In the cold palace, this one girl's chaotic thoughts become the only warmth he hears. And this time, he refuses to let her go. *** (Mini Theater) Wen Mian expressionlessly pulls her hand out from beneath the apricot-yellow silk quilt. Her hand is... wet. Emperor Zhaoyan's voice turns hoarse. "Since things have come this far, you belong to me now. You cannot leave the palace. My beloved, stay here with me. I will never mistreat you." Wen Mian glares at him. "Your Majesty... are you trying to steal someone's future wife?"

Hayakawa Rin never asked to be chosen. One moment, she was an ordinary woman living an ordinary life. The next, she awakened in a world where curses walk in daylight - and a strange "system" whispered a single directive: Exorcise. Evolve. Ascend. Reborn years before the rise of Tokyo Jujutsu High's strongest generation, Rin grows up beside her quiet, sharp-eyed neighbor-Geto Suguru. Together, they enter Jujutsu High. Together, they survive the Star Plasma Vessel mission. Together, they stand at the peak of their era. Armed with a shikigami-type Cursed Technique known as Fox Devil, Hayakawa Rin rose to Special Grade - a sorcerer who had never known defeat. Until the day she disappears without a trace. *** When she awakens, she is no longer human - but a fox, cradled in the arms of a defected Geto Suguru in a world that was never hers. Ten years too late. A world without her has already begun to rot. This time, she refuses to let it fall. Even if it means rewriting fate itself.

In Yue's heart, falling in love with Gojo Satoru is as effortless as breathing. It would almost be strange NOT to like him. At the same time, she is perhaps the most qualified person to say just how impossibly difficult it is to truly win Gojo Satoru's heart. *** The teacher's lips moved - opening and closing as if he were explaining something important - but none of it reached her. Yue's mind had already gone blank, slipping into a strange, suspended state where logic simply refused to function. (What is he even talking about?) (...Want to kiss.) Yue has always been a woman of action. Once a thought takes root, she acts on it without hesitation. Before she could second-guess herself, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Gojo Satoru's. Mid-sentence, Gojo froze. His words cut off abruptly, and for the first time, his expression cracked, his eyes widening just a fraction as he stared at her in stunned silence.