(In the early and middle stages, you will be in the Alliance, with two identities, and a semi-dark style. In the later stages, when you have strength, you will become a pure dark style.)

Zhao Feng, who was thrown into another world by a dump truck on a rainy night, became the most humble ant in the Pokémon world - a sixteen-year-old orphan. His only asset was a shabby house that even caterpillars were unwilling to live in.

While his peers were basking in the spotlight at the gym, he clutched an expired sandwich from the convenience store, peeking at the dazzling world at the junction of neon lights and shadows.

Until the blood words appeared on the retina: [Elf Hunter System Activated]

The first mission made his pupils tremble - stealing the elves from Dr. Li Xiang's research institute.

A ghost hunter at the top of the Dark Web's bounty list, a faceless VIP at the black market auction house, a forever blurred silhouette on the Alliance's wanted list... Zhao Feng danced on the tightrope. A Charizard burned through half the black market, carving a bloody path for him, a giant black Beedrill piercing the Stalker's throat...

Under the bloody dawn, the boy and his "stolen" elves tear apart the hypocritical utopia.

But the hunter will eventually understand that all the gifts of fate have already been marked with a price tag the moment the Poké Ball is snapped.

In 1408, the Timurid Khanate had fallen from its heyday, the Ottoman Empire was on the brink, the Byzantines had remained resilient for a century, and the Mamluks were trembling with fear as they recovered their lost territory. Peace seemed to have returned to the world, temporarily. However, this world was somewhat different from what Li Rufeng remembered—generals with horns, emirs with tails, sages with clairvoyance, and slaves who rotted but remained immortal... Having traveled to the Timurid Khanate, Li Rufeng was grateful for a cheat code for Mount & Blade II, allowing him to steadily advance as a shaman in a small steppe tribe, awaiting the right opportunity to "mount and blade" across this vast Central Asian landscape. [Note: The following appears to be unrelated and likely a separate topic.] Dear readers, I offer you a sincere chapter. Starting a new book is undoubtedly the happiest time, because it's time to dig new holes. This project is a foray into a new genre. My first book was a book-starved adventure, a mishmash of The Witcher set in the Warhammer 40k universe. The second, influenced by Cyberpunk 2077 and The Boys, aims to be a Punisher-esque story. If you're interested, check out the author's other works, "The Witcher of Games" and "I Give the World Destruction and Rebirth," on QD. This third book, "On a Young Dream," is inspired by a fictional scenario about the Roman Golden Horde posted on Bilibili. The early scenes will be set in the chaotic Timurid Empire following the death of Tamerlane the Great. Writing this story has been a self-learning exercise. Through this alternate history, I've been actively exploring the historical transformations of the Arabian Peninsula, Transoxiana, and even Central Asia from 1410 to 1500, filling in gaps in my knowledge. As for the introduction of the Faith of the Four Winds, it's purely a matter of personal interest. Some Warhammer experts have suggested that the Four Winds' name suggests a Warhammer origin, likely referring to a 40k short story describing the sudden rise of Chaos faith in a savage world. After all, introducing a completely new faith into a land already riven by religious conflict couldn't be worse, could it? Moreover, this faith carries with it truly transcendent power. How would those zealots who fought for Constantinople for centuries react? Creating a captivating, or at least intriguing, world through my keyboard is a deeply rewarding experience, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. P.S.: Finally, due to my own limitations and lack of accurate documentation, if anyone finds any historical errors in this article, please point them out and I'll promptly correct them. P.S.: The historical Turkification of the Timurid Khanate was very thorough, so the tribes I described earlier that still believed in the primitive belief of Eternal Sky probably don't exist. However, for the convenience of the subsequent plot development, I will assume that the Islamization of the Chagatai Khanate was not that serious, and that a large number of Mongol people in the Eastern Chagatai Khanate still retained respect for this primitive belief. P.S.: New books are not easy to write. If you are interested, please cast your valuable votes and feel free to leave a comment in the comment section.

The labyrinth city of Orario—a vast metropolis encompassing a magnificent underground labyrinth (commonly known as a "dungeon"). The thrill of the unknown, the glory of splendor, and even a romance with a lovely girl. In this city where dreams and desires lie in wait, a young boy encounters a small "god." Rejected by all the "families," the boy, determined to become an adventurer, encounters a fateful encounter with a god with zero members. This is the boy's trajectory, the goddess's record.

The industrial development plan of the black-bellied and venomous loli!

Because she died suddenly after listening to a crosstalk, Fran traveled to the magic world and became a glorious nun. But she wanted to start a magic journey, but she became a captive of the goblins.

Other people's journeys are full of adventures and golden fingers? Why is it that I am targeted by various forces?

Since the gods don't love me, the demons don't love me, the human race doesn't care about me, and the elves won't save me, I can only rely on farming! Build a tank! Build a Gundam! Destroy this corrupt and dirty old world!

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]

"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.

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?

Summary: Would you like to become a succubus? Even if you'll be misunderstood and no one will read it, I'll still build a deck. It doesn't touch upon the existing world of D&D, uses a mix of settings from various editions (except for 4th edition), minimizes data, and includes some random monsters created by the author...

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 predecessor slept with the countess and her daughter and ran away, and the natives from Blue Star had no choice but to take the blame. This is a world of steam, with huge steamships crossing the void sea, colonists pioneering new planes, and steam knights running rampant, building a strange world. The natives of Blue Star who took the blame brought the system to this new world in the era of plane development, traveled to the new plane, became plantation owners, and gave the natives ten consecutive draws at the beginning, becoming great conquerors.