[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...

Kamal looked at the black body of the person in front of him, and the heart was so black that water could flow out. "Open it up." "Uh, Lord Kamal, I just have the flu, isn't that bad?" "No, your heart is broken and needs a new one." Looking at Kamal with a serious face, Coric silently apologized for the patient lying on the operating table, then cut open his chest with a knife. Poof, blood splattered all over the two of them... "Look at you, you have been interning for a month, why haven't you learned the skills of opening up the chest yet?" Coric: "..." This is the story of a man with mediocre magical talent who opened up an alternative wizard upgrade path. Doctor Kamal's skills are really getting more and more bizarre... (with gold fingers but no system, fictional steam background)

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...