Zhou Ming traveled through time and space to a world full of strange stories and dangers everywhere.

But Zhou Ming didn't have time to pay attention to these supernatural things. He had more important things to do, such as... dealing with the corpse in the room.

Welcome to the world of "fairy tales," where a blood moon hangs high and a curse gnaws at the earth. The sugar coating of the fairy tale has long since peeled off, leaving only the stench of bones and burnt sulfur. You were once a traveler from another world, now a prisoner of nightmares. The thorns of the Silver Soul Church pierce the sky, the devil's ice mirror freezes the soul, and the witch's curse crushes innocence to dust. Here, a match ignites not hope, but a city-burning inferno; a magic lamp promises not a wish, but a pact of flesh and blood. Grip your demon-slaying sword tightly and load your six enchantment cartridges...

Chen Mo has a secret: in his eyes, everything he wants to do is a quantifiable progress bar. Officials say: He is the nemesis of high-risk anomalies. The villains say: He demolished our base and stole the anomalies we contained. Chen Mo said: I was just forced by obsessive-compulsive disorder to push the progress to 100%. The so-called salvation is to reset the progress bar of despair in people's hearts to zero. - Chen Mo

"Japanese Western Fantasy", "Multi-racial", "Multiple Female Protagonists", "Cool Writing", "Daily Life", "No System", "Non-Time Travel"

[The introduction is weak, please read the main text!]

Writing as a hero, reading as a slave?

This is not the brave team I like, I reject it directly!

Demon King? You've been defeated, now it's my turn!

What will you give in return?

Noble daughters, pure saints, mysterious witches, and all kinds of beautiful girls from different races...

As more and more companions came into the yard, Yahweh said this in response to people's questions.

"I just want to give everyone a warm home. I really don't intend to rule the world. You have to believe me!"

A giant dragon entwined on a golden mountain, a griffin soaring through the sky, orcs fiercely battling in the wilderness... a divine sword spanning a chasm, a church nestled in a small town, a spring flowing through the continent... all of this is recorded in the "Adventurer's Album," created by the legendary spellcaster Levi, a work equally as famous as the "Adventurer's Handbook." Levi journeyed into a fantastical world of swords and sorcery, initially merely wanting to draw these unfamiliar characters and scenes. But then he befriended dragons, drank with demons, and painted succubi... It all began with his famous adventurer's motto: "Adventurers must take risks."

"What should you be aware of when becoming a Nightstalker at Milton Keep—Adventurer's Camp?" "Three silver coins for a bottle of holy water, rent a rust-free short sword, and... always keep a rational mind." The night outside will devour your brain, the shadows in the fog will silently tear your cloak, and fear will erode your sanity. All you have is the sword in your hand, the remaining holy water in the bottle, and... a strong heart. But these three things are enough to get you through the night. [Slow-paced adventure, Darkest Dungeon-like world, mage, pseudo-D&D]

The story of a low-level adventurer begins like this.

Xia Lin, who traveled through time, went bankrupt after a few days of living as a young master. He had to switch his life plan from "enjoying the other world" to "just surviving" mode.

The only core task in this mode is - "Be an adventurer! Make money!!"

After all, killing a goblin can get a few copper coins, and digging a ratman's nest can get half a bag of flour.

So in front of the task bulletin board of the Adventurer's Guild, there is always a smiling man who promotes himself to every adventurer who comes to accept the task.

"My name is Xia Lin Torremo, a magic warrior professional, are you willing to join my team?

Work elements: [Fantasy team adventure], [Pseudo DND], [Western fantasy mixed world view]

Transmigrating to another world, while other adventurers followed the ancient strategy of "warrior tanks, mage deals damage, priest heals," Renn discovered that he could obtain the core talent of every monster he killed, leading to a complete absurdity: the berserker's [Blood Frenzy], honed over ten years, was obtained by slaying a single goblin. The mage's prized [Fireball] was merely a generous donation from a mutated shaman. After slaying the Goblin King, he accidentally acquired the [King's Aura]. By swiping goblins, Renn successfully transformed himself into a well-rounded warrior. Until one day, the Demon King's army besieged the fortress, and the heroes trembled in fear. Amidst the despairing gazes of the crowd, Renn silently pulled out a manual that lit up all the monster icons. "Don't panic." "I'll go to their lair behind the camp and get some magic immunity..."

Is it the body that determines consciousness, or the soul? Aden could clearly "feel" every contraction of his muscle fibers, every friction of his scales against the air and the ground, the heart's heavy, powerful throbbing like a furnace. This body was so real, so... "noisy," constantly announcing its existence and needs to his consciousness. ............When Aden slew the Dragon King-level boss, the Ash King, in the game "Astral Realm," his game interface automatically popped up. In the most prominent position of the status bar, a skull icon, unprecedented in appearance, emanating an ominous dark red glow, stood out. Beneath it was a line of text, also in dark red: [Status] Name: Aden (Ash Curser) Form: Red Dragon Status: [Curse of the Ash King] (Eternal Solidification) - Form...