Could a story that could be good also turn out to be bad?

I really just want to lose money! T_T Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century. These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation. Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money. Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games! "If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!" "How difficult can it be to lose money?" Indeed... how difficult can it be? ------------------------------------------------------------ This book is highly popular in China and has set off a new trend. Webnovel has very high expectations for this book and has gotten the author to refine the first chapter as an exclusive for global readers. We hope everyone will enjoy reading it.

Liu Changgong time-traveled to a cultivation world. However, without any talent for cultivation, he was destined to be an average person. So, Liu Changgong simply cultivated for fun. When he was free, he would also do calligraphy, paint, play chess and the qin to pass time... He figured it was also nice to be a secular with refined tastes. After all, the most important thing was to be happy. However, he did not know. That young friend of his who came to play chess with him from time to time was actually the leader of some top immortal school in the circle of cultivation. That pretty girl who loved to hear him play the qin was actually the number one fairy in the circle of cultivation. That man who was intoxicated by his calligraphy was actually the number one sword genius in the circle of cultivation. Those who argued about his painting to such an extent that they blushed and got raged were actually some old freaks that would go through a calamity very soon. ... “Senior Liu’s chess skills have a philosophy in them. I am really enlightened.” “I grasped paramount swordsmanship in Senior Liu’s calligraphy!” “Senior Liu’s music cleared my Taoist heart. I grasped the big Tao.”

When I died I didn't expect to wake up with dark beings of immeasurable power looming over me. I didn't expect to be given new life in a brand new world. Now, armed with a powerful system that makes me stronger after every fight, I might be the last thing standing between the multiverse and absolute annihilation. As I complete quests, defeat foes and become stronger, I still don't know if I'll be able to save this world, my old world and all the worlds in between. "And below... the MAW beckoned..." Come check out the discord to speak to the author and other readers: https://discord.gg/BEJgcRVVev

So where do we go after we die? There are a lot of theories on that matter Most people all over the world assume that the dead move on to the after life. The good people end up in heaven while the bad have to suffer in hell. Others assumed that you just wake up in paradise or something. She even remembered someone saying that maybe you get to watch over the lives of those you love. And others like the Hindus and Buddhists believe in reincarnation. They believed that someone who died with good karma they would be reborn into a good life. Those who did not have good karma end up with a bad life. Like any normal anime fan that had read a ton of reincarnation fan fiction of course the thought of being reincarnated into a cool anime world crossed her mind... ________________ You guys know how this thing goes. I could give ya more details, but that would just ruin the fun

Five billion people in the world traveled to the killing world at the same time! There were tens of thousands of races and demons here! The law of existence was killing! Endless killing! How could humans find an opportunity to save the blue star in the killing world? Dick activated the talent plundering system! Congratulations on your gaining the level C talent, rage! Congratulations on your gaining the level B talent, element! Congratulations on your gaining the level A talent, space! Congratulations on your gaining the level S talent, time! Congratulations on your gaining level SS talent, retract! Congratulations on your gaining level SSS talent, creating creatures! Since then, Dick had embarked on a path of endless harvest.

Accused of being a terrorist, Montana Mills had been driven out of his home. Seeking vengeance, he ran to an organization to train and hunt down the person who stole his identity. However, things take a turn for the worse when the person ends up being a witch. Witch… they are the people who received powers from demons in exchange for helping the demons propagate sins. Rendering the normal weapons useless against their kind, the witches only have a few fears. Montana Mills is just an ordinary person who summoned a demon for a hellhound; he has no idea he would be on a path to fully embrace the dark magic just for his personal gain. However, his handler, Belphegor, has more plans for him. Using his sudden spark of vindication, Belphegor wage a war against the master of the terrorist—his own brother at arms, Satan. Gaining the support of more and more Princes of Hell, Montana gets pit against one of them. Stakes rise, and even his forgotten past is unearthed. Embracing a new name to propel his goals forward, Montana willingly enters the world of demons… and even vied to replace the Demon Prince of Wrath himself. ... "So it all came to this. You and me, finally standing face-to-face." A wide, menacing grin spread on Satan's face as he looked down at the approaching witch. "Tell me, Montana Mills... how was your descent to Hell?" "Worth the wait." Montana lifted his left arm and curled his fingers, blue flames blazing to turn it into a four-fingered claw. "Since you're looking forward to meeting me, I take it as you getting ready to fall by my hands." Satan only got up from the throne and dropped the goblet at the side as his humongous bat-like wings slowly spread behind him, casting a shadow that ate up the entire width of the chamber. He raised both hands as if downplaying the witch's words. "You really think you can kill me now?" Montana crouched down and summoned the blue flames to embrace his body as a silhouette of a hellhound emerged around him. "I do." Boom! He dashed towards the demon prince at the speed of sound and swung down his claw. Satan only laughed out as he summoned bones to cover his arms and block the attack. A loud sound and a brutal shockwave followed and rippled through the air as Montana's claw struck against Satan's arm. With their eyes getting at the same level, Satan returned the glare that Montana gave him. However, Montana grinned as well as his dark eyes lit up brightly in blue fire. "Do you really think I can't take your place as a demon prince?" ... This is a work of fiction. All similarities to events and people are coincidental.