【The Fourth Disaster】【Travel Through】【System Flow】【Apocalypse】【Online Game】【No Female Lead】【Farming】【Fantasy】

Fu Sheng traveled to another world and got a golden finger. He thought he could finally summon a dragon and reach the pinnacle of his life.

But when I opened it, I found that all the summoned creatures were weird creatures who called themselves "players" and were bargaining for "game experience" all day long.

Orcs? Just a bigger toy, with a lot of experience.

Dwarf? Qualified cattle and horses (for making armor and weapons).

Elves? It would be nice to grow some flowers and plants.

Sea people? Sprinkle some cumin.

Demons? Their skeletons are vulnerable!

Humans? A perfect race, a t0 existence.

You said the human race is the weakest, and you said I was smuggling something?

Until the day of the gods' arrival, when the alien army was approaching and the human race was in despair, Fu Sheng smiled softly, and behind him, players drove Gundams and sang out-of-tune war songs and rushed towards them:

"For the daily quest rewards—go for it!"

"For contribution points!"

"To speed up the plot! Damn GM, please update the version!"

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A hundred years later, when children curl up in the arms of the older generation, they listen to their stories from hundreds of years ago.

The sea clan's gate can summon huge waves and call wind and rain!

The elves' door can communicate with all things and bring dead trees back to life!

The demon gate can summon monsters from hell, the Burning Legion!

The gate of our human race? That's a legend...

[Dungeon Advent + Rebellion + DND + Decisive Killing + Slow Pace + Non-Brainless Coolness] In the Dungeon Age, should the Paladin be the lawful, holy light, good guy?

Lingkong accidentally maxed out his Rebellion skills: Purification turned into Silence, and Shield became an offensive buff. The priest was stunned when he saw it: "Are you a Paladin?"

His actions caused the adventurers to collectively break down:

"Where is the fairness, where is the oath?!" "Is the sacred declaration just a disclaimer for you?!"

"I have to go back and check the family tree to see if he is the assassin or I am the assassin."

When the virtual beta instantly turns into a real time travel, watch the Rebel Paladin tear down the "stereotype" - does the Paladin have to be fair? Sorry, even his sneak attacks have to be combined with invisibility.

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.

[Strange revival + restraint system + decisive killing + human body transformation + no CP + world view]

Xie Du was reborn with a mysterious system. He chose a different behavior from his previous life and unexpectedly discovered the true side of the world:

Angels losing their minds; apostles merging with angels; and the filth that controls angels... Does heaven even exist? The truth of the world lies within the ranks of angels.

[Dark story][Slow-burn story][No heroine][No system][Decisive killing][Dark-bellied Old Six][Flexible][Fantasy magical powers]

A jade coin of good and evil, to judge good and evil, and to borrow supernatural powers.

A world where all cultivators in the world rely on mortals for nourishment.

Xiang Qian traveled here, forcibly took over another body and was reborn. He secretly rejoiced at the news that the original owner's mother had died...

"Mortals support the monks, the monks support the heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth nurture all things. This is the order of the world, so how can it be called cruel?"

"What is the heart barrier? The righteous path indulges in passions, relieving the regrets in one's heart, and considering it righteousness. The evil path indulges in lust, satisfying one's greed, and considering it selfish desire. Either way, it's the same thing."

"Memories will be obscured, but they will never disappear. It is precisely because these memories are engraved on our souls that we are worthy of being called human! We are not like monsters, who, even if they have cultivated human form, are still just beasts that obey animal instincts."

The apocalypse arrives suddenly, dividing humanity into countless survival bases. Yu Hao, a survival blogger, draws on his experience to gain the upper hand in the zombie bases, constantly earning rewards. He's the first to trigger a rule, the first to slay his own kind, the first to advance, the first to slash a hundred corpses, the first to become an elite hunter. Yu Hao: I just want to climb up step by step, killing my way to becoming the strongest.

Bad news: Soran has traveled through time, to a world where the old gods have revived and apocalypse is imminent. Good news: He possesses a cheat code, the standard system for time travelers, allowing him to complete quests and earn rewards. Bad news: Before Soran could find his footing, he fell into a medically inexplicable coma, which lasted for over a decade and was heading towards a permanent state of unconsciousness. He was likely dying, and modern medicine was powerless. To survive, Soran plunged into the mystical world. Astrology, evil spirits, witches, the undead, the ocean, flesh and blood... the supernatural exists in every corner of this world. Amidst the tide of steam and machinery, airships, cannons, and great warships are rising. Divination, religion, prophecy, and mystery are never far away. The fragile order is now a faint flame, and martyrdom...

In the late autumn of 1900, the British writer Oscar Wilde passed away at the Hôtel d'Alsace in Paris. His close friend, Robert, handed the manuscript of his novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, to a mysterious gentleman. Over a century later, a Chevrolet Impala galloped across the ancient lands of North America. A young man from London gazed up at the stars and began a long, endless hunt. Vampires, werewolves, alchemists, wizards—countless aliens and fallen creatures knelt before the black figure. Another late night, silver swords clashed with fangs, sparks flying. "Hello, my name is Dorian L. Gray, a hunter in the employ of the Conspirators." The young man smiled gleefully, decapitating the ugly head—and pulling out the arm that had pierced his heart. "As you can see, the only thing I have in common with my ancestors is this—we,...