A level 100 legendary mage player in "Glory World" arrives in a data-driven parallel world.

With the skills of a mage who has changed jobs, Grant can modify, fuse, and enhance his magical pets, allowing him to rise rapidly in this world.

Master ever-changing magic and seek the truth of power!

Walking through a mysterious and unpredictable world, on the road to the great and eternal past!

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He's transmigrated to another world. Two paths lie before him: First, learn magic from the strongest mage. Second, learn cultivation from a ruthless system. Pro scoffs at both. "Hmph, only children make choices," he thinks. "I want both magic and cultivation techniques..."

Reborn as a minor noblewoman, she suffers the calamity of an empire invasion. Her turbulent fate forces her to grow stronger step by step in this jungle-like world. 'To gain, one must lose; this is the wizarding truth.' 'Growing in the darkness to acquire knowledge, strengthening oneself, becoming a great being.' 'A fairytale-like toy island, a giant whale soaring through the sky, and a labyrinth filled with eerie spirits—these will all be places I traverse.'

(Male transmigrates into female) (Cthulhu world) (Not a saint) (Goes mad later) (Cunning) (Unpredictable)

When a young, overworked office worker on Earth dies unexpectedly and is transported to another world in the body of a girl, he initially thinks it will be a wonderful start.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a bizarre medieval world, where deformed and grotesque humans roamed around, and the whole world began to gradually change.

Where the black mist passed, all things perished, and even the gods shed blood.

The only remaining information was in the dimly lit wooden cabin.

Escape!

In despair, she had no choice but to pick up two machetes and carve a bloody path through this apocalyptic world.

Unconventional Synopsis: Roger arrives in a wizarding world and receives an equipment slot that becomes more powerful the more complex its attributes. He initially thought he would embark on a wizarding adventure, unlocking deconstruction magic, deceiving the gods, and saving the world. However, he ends up equipping himself with brains one after another. "My achievements today are all thanks to the contributions of my fellow wizards in my equipment slots!" Facing the demon god's mockery, Roger righteously proclaims, "Let that demon god see the bond between us!" Serious Synopsis: This is an era where wizards control the laws, pursue truth, and forge miracles. Deconstructing curses, nurturing souls, feeding calamities, anchoring divinity! The moment Roger emerges from the pool of blood, he embarks on his wizarding journey. Calamity, bloodline, witchcraft, laws, truth—everything becomes Roger's equipment options. A new era gradually begins, and the stagnant wheel of fate is propelled by outsiders. Those who slumber are awakening! Those who have died are returning! As the gods cast their gazes down from the stars, his equipment whispered in the cabinet, "Devour them, and you will be the new god!"

After failing the college entrance exam, Tang Rui crafted an admission letter from the Arcanist Academy and sent it to the group chat to ease the awkwardness. As it turned out, he was actually accepted. PS: This book is also known as "This Isn't Science, This Is Magic," "Believe Me, I'm a True Arcanist," and "This Is a Floating City, Not a Space Station." PS: This is a daily, farming-themed novel, not a combat-themed one. Don't stumble into it.

[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."

During Allison's trial, she consistently emphasized her role as a good leader. She prevented cross-border wars upon inheriting the earldom, worked diligently while imprisoned, led trends as a singer, pursued truth as a detective, and was dedicated to her duties as a doctor. However, regarding the sacrifices of her territory, the maiming of prisoners, the deadly allure of her songs, and the unauthorized modification of patients' bodies, Allison believed that from a different perspective, these actions could be justified. After all, she was a witch.

The world was plagued by pollution, the old days were awakening, and terror spread throughout the cities. Ordinary humans, beast handlers, sequencers, the church, imperial technology, and kingdom knights could only defend themselves, constantly shrinking their survival space. It was in this context that the healing Allison ventured into the forbidden zone, pioneering her territory, recruiting refugees, and developing her followers, until one day she ascended to a divine position.

Tags: D&D essay, Faerûn, Mage Introduction: The paladin pushed open the gates of the mage tower, his voice deafening: "Emia, I've confirmed it, the blueprints are flawed. It's impossible to create the Holy Avenger with them. Don't waste any more time!" "...The blueprints are flawed?" The mage Emia blankly raised the five holy swords in her hand. "Then what is this pile I just created?" ******Second Edition Introduction************ The magic network has been dormant for a century. Mortal souls are gradually falling into the hands of demons, and the cycle of death is about to begin. To cleanse evil, overturn hell, blast through the hazy realm, and let the light of magic and goodness shine once more, a single sword is not enough.