Are you telling me there's no martial arts in this world? So-called masters are just regular practitioners, and practice makes perfect?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

This panel shows the realm, which means that cultivation is possible in this world. How can there be no martial arts?

It must be hidden too deeply, and martial arts are strictly controlled.

At this point, in order to get in touch with martial arts, Lin Fan worked hard to get ashore, wanting to become a member of the Public Security Bureau, contact upper-class people and learn the secrets of martial arts.

It was not until he knocked down the ten most recognized masters of the day with a single stick that he suddenly realized that they were not lying and that there was really no martial arts in this world.

He looked at his body which was invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire.

He looked at the city wall that was smashed by his punch, and the deep pit that was created by his stomping on the ground.

At this moment, he smiled and said to the person in front of him in a warning tone:

"Please don't act recklessly in my world. Thank you for your cooperation."

Also known as: "Beat the Bloodline Celestial Dragon with a Mortal Body", "Bloodline? I've been fully vaccinated since I was a child, and my stats are already maxed out"

"Your magic is great, but it will be mine in the next second." After traveling to a different world of swords and magic, Zelir obtained the spell of Tianyan, which can analyze any magic. Starting from the most basic magic apprentice, he embarked on the road to legend step by step. Humans, dwarves, elves, orcs, many races compete for survival. Goblins, slimes, kobolds, dragons, all kinds of monsters appear in an endless stream. The vanguard pulls monsters, the swordsman provides support, the ranger harasses, and the mage... Zelir exhaled as he shot a light cannon at the face and instantly killed the boss. "This is what we mages should do." [Mage, hodgepodge world view, slow-paced road adventure style]

[Time Travel + Cool Story + Non-Traditional Card Creation + No CP + Growing Female Lead + Alien Invasion]

[The rating has just been released and will increase in the future! ]

The protagonist is not kind, but a sophisticated egoist, a fool, a bit of a drama queen and has a poor sense of direction.

The protagonist's three views do not represent the author's three views~

Xie Qingzhou traveled to the card-making world in a daze.

At the beginning, her parents disappeared, leaving behind a small villa, a 2 million inheritance and her 16-year-old daughter.

Card making is so delicious!!!

But why is card making so expensive!!!

Can her little treasury be filled up once???

In this fantasy world where magic and machinery coexist, Sherlock, a commoner, faces a difficult task in becoming a powerful wizard or warrior, ascending to a position of power. Fortunately, fate favors those who work hard. In this world, Chinese and English have become ancient scripts that represent mystery and power. They record magical rituals from the Age of Gods and the origins of steam... "What did I work hard for?" "I worked hard to be reborn in my past life! Otherwise, how would I understand Chinese after traveling through time?" (A Final Fantasy-like worldview + magic + steam machinery)

When the unpredictable Old Ones awakened, bringing their black mist and crimson moon, the world plunged into an eternal night of decadence. Less than 10% of humanity remained, huddled in the steam-belching Brass City. They exploited the Destiny Dimension to enter horrific dungeons and acquire extraordinary powers, yet they lingered on, on the brink of extinction. Then, the writer stepped forward. "Only the Old Ones can defeat the Old Ones!" Li En, a pink, oval-shaped cell cluster, consulted his diary, his two tiny tentacles alternating in front as he pondered deeply. "So, this is why I was summoned here?"

【Live broadcast + Beast Taming + Daily life + Relaxed and funny + System + Beast Appraisal】

Treasure appraiser Lu Ye woke up and found that the world had entered the era of beast taming.

Just when he was considering whether to continue the live broadcast of treasure appraisal, he accidentally awakened the animal appraisal system and immediately became a glorious animal appraisal anchor.

As a result, the style of his live broadcast room became strange.

"Your two-headed snake's right head looks different from the left. It must have severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. Go back and give it a full facelift. Remember to make sure both heads look the same."

"You said your Tiankun Chicken King is depressed? Don't worry, just go back and play basketball with him, and he'll be fine. And bring him a little song to sing and dance to. It will definitely cure him."

"Your sled dog is guarding food? What? You only feed a 50-pound pet one pound of dog food every day? Feed it more."

Not only is he good at treating illnesses, but he is also good at assessing the value of pets, developing evolutionary materials, and even hybridization and breeding. Lu Ye is a jack of all trades.

A few years later, Master Lu became famous throughout Blue Star and became the world's number one beastmaster.

People still remember his catchphrase:

"Wow, your pet is really open-minded."

That year I woke up from underground, with the earth as my blanket and silence as my sleep.

A few years later,

…

A group of monsters from the mountains came to meet me, and I sat alone on the tower to spend the night.

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.

Spring is the season of rebirth. The monsters of the swamp forest begin to stir. The demihumans along the reedy riverbanks sharpen sticks and build traps, waiting for prey. Human adventurers in the north carefully examine their wands and potions, preparing for a new year of exploration. In the shadows, the slime they regard as their prey watches all this unfold. It waits. Once its flying sword is forged, its dao is complete, and its foundation for another self is established, then its True Immortal Slime will be born. [Farming] [Easy]

Gao Shen accidentally joined a forum for strange stories.

This forum often posts strange stories, with vivid details that seem to have really happened. Users who post comments will also carefully analyze the source of the incident and how to solve it.

Users call each other "Tianshi", "Soul-calming", "Corpse-burning", "Coffin-carrying", "Exorcist Team"... The sense of immersion is too strong.

Gao Shen always thought that this was a communication website for supernatural enthusiasts until the prototype in the story appeared in the real world.

[Dark world view + suspense decryption + upgrade survival flow]