[As a witch, you must be cunning and greedy. Even when treading on the edge of a blade, you must be beautiful and graceful.] So far, Fei Mo has only achieved beauty. Reincarnated into this backward magical world, even the highest-ranking individuals live in dreadfully simple necessities. Please! They only add salt to their broth! What is there for me to be greedy about? — Fei Mo fretted internally. Fortunately, she had a botanical atlas. Planting, building, cultivating talent, training soldiers... expanding territory. Add a touch of intrigue, love, and hate. ...A city-state named "Mo" has sprung up. People say it's a place even the gods desire to dwell. They say its lords are powerful and generous, and even facing the darkest abyss, she remains beautiful and calm. [Female protagonist, unmarried, not a leisurely life, a righteous plot of territorial battles, farming...]

Chamberlain traveled through time and space and became the king of an ancient magical empire.

Sadly, he was the last king, chased and hunted by rebels.

With evil gods watching him and the rebels in pursuit, he was ready to hang himself when a familiar voice rang out.

"From the beginnings of underwater life to..."

A civilization system, somewhat different from his understanding, emerged in his mind.

"This is clearly a magical empire, so why are we incorporating materialistic ideologies?"

"Newton, are you sure this magic conforms to your laws?"

"What's the Gaussian magic model?"

"What the hell is a Turing maze?"

"Zhang Heng, are you sure your astral armillary sphere guide can replace the navigator? Okay, the colossus is in place."

As the Silverthir Empire entered its 40th millennium, the world under its control flourished with life. With the help of many great men, it had entered the Age of Stars, the Golden Age.

Chamberlain stretched out his hands and played the accordion. "I have brought peace to a generation, and at the same time, I have made the Empire great again!"

However, there are always heretics who continue to slander the ruler of the Empire, the sun of the Empire, the great Emperor Chamberlain.

They call him an evil god, a false god, a butcher, a tyrant, a false emperor, the destroyer of countless worlds, and the destroyer of the world.

In response to these unrealistic rumors, Chamberlain said, "Slander! All of it! I am really not a war criminal. I love nuclear peace very much!"

"In that case, then tell my Burning Heaven Divine Soldier!"

"We are all trying our best to live."

This is the best of times. Wizards, fresh from the Second Wizarding War, have entered their golden age. Countless wizards, aboard floating cities, have embarked on a grand voyage across the astral plane. But this is also the worst of times. The battlefield holds not only victors but also countless corpses fallen before victory. The flames of war have been ignited; no one can remain uninvolved. I am Gawain, an ordinary wizarding apprentice, but deep within my soul lies a scale of truth. As long as the scales are balanced, failed potions can be transformed into successes, incomplete knowledge can be filled in, techniques on paper can be mastered in an instant, and even the flesh and blood of nameless ancient gods can be refined into their essence… In this magnificent era, I will ultimately become the one who leads the way.

[Welcome to the Immortal Cultivation and Longevity System] [Current Location: Lingyun Pavilion] Murphy glanced around the knight training ground, enclosed by log fences. A castle, perhaps fifteen or sixteen meters high, stood in the distance. What kind of Lingyun Pavilion was this? [Option 1: Traverse a hundred-meter-long swamp, navigate the plum blossom pile formation, and scale the Soul-Breaking Cliff. Reaching the summit will earn you admission to the Lingyun Pavilion as an introductory disciple.] [Reward: Strengthen your muscles and bones, "A glimpse of the way."] [Option 2: Equally challenging but stopping at the cliff, become a registered disciple of the Lingyun Pavilion.] [Reward: Horse training and taming, "A glimpse of the way."] Murphy thought about it. You're a knight, and I'm an immortal. It made sense. Later, he learned that this world didn't just have knights, but wizards, too, and that wizards went on expeditions. While wizards conquered planes and returned with mountains of magic stones, Murphy cultivated in the background. While wizards harvested elemental cores...

The exploration of life and death is endless. Dawn Rawls awakens in another world, unexpectedly obtaining a page of an adventure log capable of absorbing souls. From then on, the path of a necromancer unfolds beneath his feet. [You have acquired a fragmented red dragon soul] [Dragon spirit research progress 3%] [The journey of the soul servant, the bone dragon Nighold, begins] [Aiya Calendar 427, Nighold was born from the fires of the dead] [Aiya Calendar 428, Nighold loves playing hide-and-seek, his favorite hiding place is piles of bones] [Aiya Calendar 428, Nighold begins to destroy houses]... [Aiya Calendar 432, a ridiculous rumor is circulating among the residents of Redstone Town—"What does it mean that the lord's castle has flown away?"]... (D&D elements, primarily adventure with some farming elements, team-based gameplay, mage protagonist)

[Family Article][Wizard Article][Group Portrait][Farming][Cthulhu][Behind the Scenes]

"I finally found you, child. Our family has declined, and you are the last of my bloodline in this world. You can call me ancestor."

"Okay, ancestor. What do you want to see me for?"

"You have to revitalize our family, child. We have stood for thousands of years and are the most prosperous wizard family. Looking through the family tree, almost every generation has produced great wizards whose reputations were resounding throughout the sky at that time."

"But ancestor, I don't have the talent to learn even the little tricks of those wizards who spray water. Not to mention the witchcraft that can make the earth tremble and the sky overturn."

"It doesn't matter, child. You still have my teachings, and you still have your descendants. You still have the rich witchcraft heritage I left you in the manor. As long as your descendants can continue, sooner or later you will master those witchcrafts, and our family will regain its glory."

"How glorious is it, ancestor?"

"Child, do you know that the wilderness full of twisted monsters, the manor occupied by demons, and the thousands of miles of land snatched by the high-sounding evil cult villains, all belonged to our family."

"But, ancestor, why am I just a coachman now?"

"Because our family has fallen into decline."

Pursue knowledge, question rules, and seek truth.

This is the world of wizards.

Angele stumbled into this world with the [Book of Truth].

Many years later.

Angele put his hand on the shoulder of the editor-in-chief of the journal "Truth".

"There used to be two dark clouds floating over the floating city called knowledge. I'm glad that I have completely cleared them out."

"I just burned their manuscripts and used magic to make the world forget their names. How can you say that I killed them?"

...

"Your accusations against my thesis are completely nonsense! This is academic oppression!"

"For stupid people, I will forgive your incompetence and give you more time to reproduce my experimental results."

"Truth? I am the truth! You ancient wizards, it's time to end."

"The world is about to be reshuffled. I want to see if you can still be at the table this time!"

Angele, the king of all laws, the founder of truth, and the gravedigger of the old times, said so.

He traveled through a game world set in a magical remake of World War I, becoming a hapless imprisoned man in London. Luckily, he knew the plot well and possessed a cheat code that allowed him to replicate other people's abilities. Since fate had already condemned him to a life sentence, he decided to set the mountain on fire. "Miss Witch, how can you govern a country with these insects?" "Madam, you don't want your general husband to discover you're a spy for the Six Nations, do you?" "Go ahead, Princess, what are you hesitating about? Failure is treason, success is revolution!" "You ask what's on board? Nothing, just a few thousand guns... Arms smuggling? Don't slander me! I'm clearly supporting a just cause!" ... and so on. By establishing a secret organization, operating an underground industry, weaving a spy network, and collecting hardcore...

He was transported to a fantasy adventure world of swords and magic. After reading the Fireball spell from the mage skill book given to him upon registering with the Adventurers' Guild, Allen aimed it at a training dummy and began chanting a meditation spell. "Magic skills require daily practice; even the best newcomers need months, even years, to master them..." Before the crippled dwarf could finish speaking, a blazing fireball with a smiling face flew from Allen's palm. Allen then went to the "Return to the Furnace," a place that specialized in recycling junk, and bought a broken staff. "So you're planning to use this broken staff as a flail to smash those monsters?" the dwarf couldn't help but complain, only to notice the broken staff, now wrapped in strips of cloth, shimmering with a dazzling purple light. Even after the two set off on their adventure, the dwarf teased Allen, who stubbornly insisted on heading in a certain direction. "This..."

"It's over! Teacher Wei'an, I failed again! I added the Lucien flower, Morpheus sand, and the Seven Luminaries according to the exact recipe sequence. The Moon and Aries were conjunct and ascending, the phases were harmonious, and the moist star matter wasn't dissipated, yet why did the potion still die?" "The astrological signs were correct, but the water vapor escaped during the ascending palace, and the fire wasn't heated during the water division. In this case, you should seal the earth first to solidify the form, then invite fire to transform it. This is called... closing the door to the earth first, then opening the door to the sky." "Sealing the earth... is it prepared using the Four Elements Method?" Faced with Teacher Wei'an, the enigmatic teacher in the academy, yet no one dared to provoke him, the girl was stunned for a moment before mustering the courage to ask. "But the 'Hermi Alchemical Guidelines' don't record this kind of sequence. Teacher, are these alchemical techniques you're talking about the ones you learned through secret training in the church?" Wei'an shook his head. "...