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...

When a modern soul accidentally falls into a medieval-style magical fantasy world, what the protagonist sees is not entirely romantic—there is the dazzling light of magic and the honorary oaths upheld by knights, but it lacks the nourishment of diverse cultures: entertainment is the same old tunes repeated by bards, aesthetics are trapped in the rigid framework of the Middle Ages, and information is spread through the inefficient path of word of mouth.

To break free from this monotony and gain a foothold in this other world, the protagonist awakens memories of Earth's civilization, thus beginning a "cultural export" that transcends time and space. He uses words as a blade to dissect the spiritual wasteland of this other world; he uses passion as a torch to ignite people's desire for new things.

The story is filled with both the emotional resonance of literary works, allowing the inhabitants of this other world to glimpse different lives and thoughts for the first time, and the unexpected warmth of everyday life—a cup of hot wine offered by a stranger knight, a piece of bread reserved for him by a small merchant. Set against a backdrop of a retro era, the protagonist not only spreads culture but also explores himself—finding his value in creation and sharing, undergoing a transformative growth amidst the unknown and challenges, and ultimately adding a unique touch of brilliance to the world of swords and magic with the cultural spark of Earth.

Arthur Thorne rose from his throne of brass, corpses, and pipes, donning a crown forged from alchemy, steam, and blood, and taking up the scythe entwined with fate. He looked up. The twinkling stars in the sky were all enemies. But before that... Arthur Thorne, newly transported, faced a grave problem: how to hollow out his body and survive when alchemy, medicine, and conventional supernatural powers proved ineffective.

"An alchemist who can't cook doesn't make a good cult leader."

Traveling through another world with the [Forge of Destiny], Horn discovered that this world was even crazier than he had imagined.

The high sun has been split, the gods who judged history have gone away, monsters breed in the shadows, and malice comes from beyond the world.

Esotericism, Apprentice, Strange Objects, Dream World, Secret History, Worms, Si Chen.

Eight principles, seven marks, invisible secrets, great knowledge, the path to ascension.

At first, Horn just wanted to save his life, until -

You burned [forbidden knowledge] and gained [multifaceted teachings]

You transformed the [Flesh and Blood Altar] and obtained the [Biological Energy Engine]

[You cooked [Piercing Toxin] and gained [Poison Immunity]]

You rebuilt the [Abandoned Castle],...

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.

The first thing Costa Ries did after transmigrating was to top the police department's wanted list. Worse still, the "Tribunal," the supernatural organization the original owner had served, planned to eliminate him as a legacy issue. Fortunately, he possessed the ability to continuously level up by fulfilling contracts, and a reliable, wealthy female teammate. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted long in this godforsaken place. ...New Lund, the steam-powered capital of the Beside Empire, a metropolis where progress and decadence coexist. Here, if you don't want to become a subject of astral magic experiments or raw material for bio-alchemy, it's best to stay away from the unlit streets at night.

Minotaur Louis wants to be an adventurer. The trouble is, as a monster burning with bestial rage, no normal team will accept him. Fortunately, the world outside of "normal" is not lacking in adventurous spirit. Minotaur monks, hobgoblin priests, pixie rangers, demon paladins... Gradually, a somewhat strange adventuring team is formed. ———————"Wait, so you, a minotaur, can leap onto rooftops with a single leap?" "Fuck, you look down on monks, right? Take my stunning punch!" (Although some settings are referenced from Dungeon & Dragons, there are many modifications, and it basically does not follow the rules. So please treat it as a normal fantasy story)

The heavens shone brightly, and the era of the gods' rule came to an end. Without the gods' protection, humanity, faced with a great crisis, dug up the gods' tombs, turned over their bones, and stripped them of their clothing. Using the gods' burial objects, they eventually built their own civilization. But as greed grew, the day of judgment would eventually arrive. Humanity would ultimately be destroyed by the fire of its own greed.

D&D, Western fantasy, Baldur's Gate-like, unconventional paladins, no time travel, Forgotten Realms, anti-hero, Forgotten Realms, sword and sorcery;

No time travel or system!

Paladin's Conquest of Faerûn

Menzoberranzan in the Underdark is not entirely populated by cruel Lolth fanatics and subterranean elves who only know "betrayal for survival and the supremacy of power." Legends have emerged here, and there are also people who regard those legends as taboo idols.

She once overlooked the Underdark from the highest point of Menzoberranzan; she once enjoyed the highest respect in spacious rooms studded with jewels and precious metals; she never looked back when she abandoned all of that.

Basic currency system: 1 Platinum Coin/pp = 10 Gold Coins/gp = 100 Silver Coins/sp = 1000 Copper Coins/cp

The minting techniques and weights of coins may differ from region to region, and may also involve ancient coins.

For convenience, the basic system is used as the standard.