"My name is Roach. I'm not a horse, nor am I a carrot. I

'm currently in pieces (literally), but since I've been put back together, I can be considered alive.

I don't have any special hobbies, nor do I have any special interpersonal relationships. By local standards, even if I'm not illiterate, I can be considered illiterate.

My main daily tasks are fishing, making soup, chopping wood, and feeding horses.

I haven't traveled around the world. You asked me what my main job is? Probably pets.

What are I good at? It seems that I'm not particularly good at anything. If I have to say, it's probably courting death.

If I have to say, I'm quite confident in my appearance because the witch praised me for being cute."

The man, with scars left by healed wounds on his face, smiled like a child as if he had just emerged from a hellish battlefield, and raised the axe in front of him.

The Outland God Anaric has many names. It is the evil god recognized by the secular world, the polluter of the world, the corrupter of souls, the invisible and intangible darkness and the end, leading everything to the end of collapse and extinction. The last time Anaric came to reality, all babies born within eleven years had no self-awareness, and only deformed bodies continued to devour and excrete endlessly.

However, believers who worship it claim that Anaric is the true god, the only god who has no origin and is not created, and has always existed. The gods that are widely worshipped today are nothing more than demons born from the breath of the true gods. To believe in them is to destroy the freedom of one's own soul.

Cesar doesn't know which is true and which is false, but Anaric's path has been like a bone-eating poison, filling his soul with madness. It is forcing him to step into the fate of the shadow of the evil god step by step.

Corruption is spreading, madness is spreading in people's hearts, religious disputes have set off wars of unprecedented intensity and scale, and various races are slaughtering each other with fanatical emotions, causing war, looting, plague, famine and death all over the world, and giving birth to more and more twisted evil things.

Who can be the savior? Anyone can, but he definitely can't.

Lin Rui traveled through time and space, and as a savior, he came to a forest full of elves.

The complexity of this world was far beyond his imagination. Human civilization had long been extinct, men no longer existed, and women were barely surviving... and now, the orcs were ruling the continent.

Due to the destruction of the "Black Beast Group", the elves, who were all female, lost the sacred tree on which they depended for survival, and also lost their only means of reproduction.

Extinction is only a matter of time.

"For the survival of our elves, please become our king and give us your supreme and noble bloodline..."

The noble and graceful dark elf queen Olga knelt in front of Lin Rui and begged bitterly.

...Ah?

(dark, no system, the protagonist is the author's ideal self, multiple female leads, not for those who dislike this) Ten thousand years ago, the so-called Orthodox Path planted a single Dharma Tree and reversed the spiritual veins, violently remade its foundations. From then on, the world was cleaved into two realms:

The Land of Flourishing Dharma: Where flowers bloom daily, fruits ripen constantly, and golden jade forms its pavilions.

The Land of Ending Dharma:Where the rites of the state turn ominous, disasters run rampant, and you are now the honored one.

The Unorthodox Cultivators cultivated... wandered... , , , , the Seven Dharma Gates... among them the Seventh Yellow Group, seeking beauty and joy, overseeing governance and decline, either at the factories of Duzheng Peak or before the Hand of Empress Yuehai, yet they guarded upon the ground.

Steel is my scales, flames cast my bones.

The blood of the red dragon and the iron dragon interweaves and fuses in my body, creating a dazzling new life. Flames and steel are my innate talents, and adaptation and evolution are my power to prove eternity.

The weak are full of concerns, but the king has no taboos.

Anyone who can't kill me will make me stronger.

In front of me, those who kneel live, and those who stand die. All things live and die under my control, and I can decide life and death at will.

If the whole world is against me, I will burn this world with the power of a dragon, and then rule its ashes.

My name is Garros, the world respects me and fears me, and respects me as the eternal and immortal dragon!

When wizards reached their peak, even the gods became slaves!

...... Roger wakes up and finds himself in the world of The Witcher.

I wanted to rely on the experience of the four-ring wizard in my game to take off quickly, but I found that the identity after crossing over was actually the version of the boss Thunder Giant Zeus, who was still a slave............ "How do you defeat the enemy??" "Use your fists at close range, and don't forget to intersperse a left hook with a right hook." "Direct discharge at medium and long distances, if you are afraid of being crooked, you will be covered by direct firepower." Then the blood vial should be used while you are alive, and if you can't dodge the attack, you can block it with your hand.

" "Witchcraft, if you don't fight god-level enemies, you can't use it.

" "What?

You say I'm a numerical monster?

" "Have you ever seen a numerical monster that starts as a slave??

Luger was unhappy.

He found that he had lost some hair recently.

But that was not important.

The door to the extraordinary world was opening to him.

He wanted to become a powerful wizard, and then grow scales all over himself, just like the annoying and terrifying twenty-eight-clawed earth-drilling dragon.

In his spare time, he often dreamed that he would no longer have a dog head and a dog face, but would turn back into that refreshing human being.

He also often thought about making his almost bald forehead grow the kind of slender and twisted horns that belonged to the higher demon species.

But that was not much easier than growing scales.

The legendary dragon and the powerful demon species would have a natural human form when they grow up. Yes, a huge detour, just to become a human again and say goodbye to the smelly dog-headed body that would only shed hair.

At least at first, he still thought so.

The scarlet flower of corruption blooms in the borderland, and the most holy and pure White Witch becomes the new king of corruption. The blue blood that has been passed down since ancient times flows under the dark tide, and the great and brilliant Duke intends to subvert the music of order. The unknown secret history disappears into nothingness, and the wizard who travels through time and space longs to see through the delirium of the world. As for me? I don't care. I will set up four pillars, guide four philosophers, and lead an absurd and ridiculous drama of salvation. Then, it’s time for me to go to the table and enjoy it! ps: This book does not follow the traditional wizard writing routine. There are no chips, no wizard academy, and no knights before wizards. The wizard supernatural system in this book is in its primitive and ignorant stage. There is no clear and rigid level of power, and it is generally fuzzily classified according to knowledge. So you don't see first-level wizards, second-level wizards,...