[Succubus + Western Fantasy World + Light Novel + Sigma + Farming + Cultivation Stream + Multiple Girls]

At the beginning, he traveled through the villain's minions and was even killed and his body was thrown away. Faced with his poor and almost pitiful physical fitness and ridiculously high charm value, Angel did not complain or cry, but just gritted his teeth and calmly tried his best to survive.

Build a camp, be self-sufficient, earn money to go to school, and teach yourself...

He overcame the difficulties with gritted teeth, but there were more and more uninvited guests in his life:

The little girl who was destined to be sacrificed to the demon god always came to secretly watch him.

The Ice Witch, who should be a good match for the hero, always blushes inexplicably when looking at him.

The White-haired Witch, whose total magical power rivals that of an ancient sage, seems to favor him.

The cruel and hypocritical princess seems to have taken a completely different path from the main plot.

He clearly just wanted to survive in this world by relying on his familiarity with the plot and knowledge of the future, but Angel slowly discovered that things seemed to be beyond his control.

Ultimately, he had to make his own choice:

Should he follow the plot, or give up his only advantage and live a different life?

...

Angel looked up at the sky and sighed, but his emerald green eyes remained calm and peaceful.

"Anyway, time to get to work."

In the dark night, he talked to himself and gently stirred the charcoal in the campfire with tongs. The sparks illuminated his face, which seemed always calm. Ingres stood up and walked towards the dark forest.

...

This is a story about a villain who fights to the death to survive.

Transmigrating to another world, you're trapped in an attic and become a madman. Your only golden finger is just for sarcastic remarks. [Bad news: Your uncle is planning to make you disappear from the family tree with dignity.] [Good news: The beautiful widowed countess attending the banquet needs a new puppet husband to protect her territory.] So, Dashian becomes the contracted husband of this "internal and external troubled countess." [Bad news: From your cheap uncle to the surrounding hungry wolves, from the mole in the castle to the inquisitor of the church, everyone is lining up to make you and your new wife disappear.] [Good news: It seems that your shadow... can eat all their magic and holy light as a snack?] So, in order to be a good husband to this countess, the ordinary Dashian decides to start with the first thing: fill his stomach and become...

The overgrown Wayne Manor and the pristine and deserted Batcave.

Twenty years after Bruce fell in Crime Alley with his parents, Gotham didn't get any worse.

But it doesn't seem to be getting any better.

As the Joker wiped off his pale makeup, the young Penguin was still biding his time, and Harvey was still racking his brains to get rid of Maroni's gang.

The whole world is so real that it makes people shudder.

Maybe there is a lack of a spoonful of base wine called "extreme villain"

Maybe it lacks some embellishments of strange arts and mutants

But this does not affect the fierce taste of this "Bloody Mary".

Drink it, drink it all in one gulp!

Then, in a state of intense dizziness, witness the birth of a "heterodox" Batman.

The gods were swept down to the mortal realm, and strife and slaughter spread with their footsteps; the dimensional barriers weakened, and demons invaded in droves. Mondstadt was transported to this world of swords and magic, and, tempted by "eternity," embarked on a legendary journey...

"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.