Tags: D&D essay, Faerûn, Mage Introduction: The paladin pushed open the gates of the mage tower, his voice deafening: "Emia, I've confirmed it, the blueprints are flawed. It's impossible to create the Holy Avenger with them. Don't waste any more time!" "...The blueprints are flawed?" The mage Emia blankly raised the five holy swords in her hand. "Then what is this pile I just created?" ******Second Edition Introduction************ The magic network has been dormant for a century. Mortal souls are gradually falling into the hands of demons, and the cycle of death is about to begin. To cleanse evil, overturn hell, blast through the hazy realm, and let the light of magic and goodness shine once more, a single sword is not enough.

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...

He was transported to a fantasy adventure world of swords and magic. After reading the Fireball spell from the mage skill book given to him upon registering with the Adventurers' Guild, Allen aimed it at a training dummy and began chanting a meditation spell. "Magic skills require daily practice; even the best newcomers need months, even years, to master them..." Before the crippled dwarf could finish speaking, a blazing fireball with a smiling face flew from Allen's palm. Allen then went to the "Return to the Furnace," a place that specialized in recycling junk, and bought a broken staff. "So you're planning to use this broken staff as a flail to smash those monsters?" the dwarf couldn't help but complain, only to notice the broken staff, now wrapped in strips of cloth, shimmering with a dazzling purple light. Even after the two set off on their adventure, the dwarf teased Allen, who stubbornly insisted on heading in a certain direction. "This..."

[Farming] + [Isekai] + [Multiple Races] + [Multiple Heroines] + [Comedy]

When I opened my eyes, I found myself as the weakest lord in another world, facing a siege by monsters and on the verge of total annihilation.

The old steward, holding the ancestral "holy sword," knelt before me with a tragic air: "My lord, only you can draw it and awaken the power of our ancestors!"

I looked at the group of emaciated militiamen behind him, and then at the densely packed army of monsters below the city wall.

Then, I silently opened the "system shop" in my mind, skipped the Holy Sword icon, and clicked directly on the one next to it—

[Limited-time flash sale for 599,000 gold coins: Dongfeng-17 Hypersonic Missile (Otherworldly Magical Edition), with bonus precision strike service]

“Um…” I patted the butler on the shoulder and spoke up in his hopeful gaze.

Can our warehouse be used as collateral for a loan?

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 quiet and peaceful Monster Camp is where the goblins have lived for generations, happily breeding here, living in harmony with the world. Until one day, an adventurer, wielding the Dawn Glaive and with monster heads hanging from his waist, entered, pushing a wooden cartwheel. Sherlock, smiling, declared to the goblins, "Any goblin taller than the cartwheel must die." The goblins responded with a "Gugugugugugu!" (Haha, you fool! How could a goblin be taller than the cartwheel?) Sherlock replied, "If you're all right, let's begin now." With a gentle push, Sherlock leveled the cartwheel. The goblins responded with a "%...&￥%￥!!!" ... [A pseudo-D&N world, slow-paced adventure, featuring both magic and martial arts, and a collection of monster encyclopedias] This book is also known as "The Strongest Adventurer on Earth, a Ruthless Map Pusher," "This Rider..."

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.

[Let characters from different worlds be hunters to save the world!]

There are always monsters that transcend common sense in the world. They are either the center of the ecology or the destroyer of the ecology. Monster hunters will appear at such times.

The so-called hunters are strong, righteous and brave, and are the guardians of the natural ecology... unless they encounter some special circumstances.

Hunters, unite and love (justice gang up)

Hunters, be strong and unyielding (unlimited cat cars)

Hunters, protect the environment (collection addiction)

Come and join our monster hunting gathering! You are the next monster hunter to protect nature!

Jotaro: Kaz! A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet! Your next sentence is...

Shield Hero: The heavy crossbow is a turn-based game

. Kazuma: As a swordsman! No cat car is victory!

A pile of meat paste that the Elu cats just dug out from the monster's stomach was pulled back to the camp by the colorful dazzling cat car, and quickly turned back into Nie Chiwu's appearance in the camp.

Nie Chiwu: Unlimited cat cars and unyielding are the real way of fighting! I will go to that guy's mouth and die again, and let the Felyne cats beat him to vomit again... This is the strongest

[Farming + Magic + Action + War]

Levi Norman is the eldest son of the current Duke of Normandy. Because of his laziness, foolishness, and dissolute nature, he was exiled by his father to the poor and remote region of Gelland after he came of age.

Barren land, impoverished people, dilapidated cities, weak soldiers, rampant bandits, and the watchful eyes of powerful neighbors.

Having transmigrated, Li Wei only had a few dozen guards who were also abandoned, and he faced numerous difficulties.

...

"Lord Rexxar, you only have one main task! That is to make money for me! Make money! And make more money!"

"Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it!"

"War, what a fascinating yet cruel word! It makes the losers lose everything! It gives the victors everything! Power! Wealth! Fame!"

"Elite? I'll take on the elite! Bring the Meteorite Tribe's magic cannons and blast them to smithereens!"

"I may not be a saint, but I just want the people who follow me to live a decent life! What a load of bull, slavery! Bah!"

...

Beneath the empire's calm surface, undercurrents surged; driven by ambition, various nobles were eager to make their move.

Dwarves, elves, snake people, sea creatures, and monsters!

Powerful magic, formidable combat skills, mysterious traditions, and devout believers.

A hundred races coexist, a life-or-death battle, an epic of magic!

Twelve years ago, waves of outsiders suddenly appeared on the Land Continent. These people called themselves Heroes, Strangers, and the Fourth Scourge... From then on, the ancient Land Continent burst into life, a scene of all things flourishing. Goblins, ogres, vampires, wraiths, dragons... even the almighty gods, all became their targets. "No way, this is how we, the Fourth Scourge, behave." Until one day, they were surprised to discover: a boss who didn't understand reason, didn't even want to die! ... Xia Lin, who had entered the Land Continent, was unexpectedly transformed into a small monster, about to be slain by the brave adventurers. What? Killing players not only grants you equipment and gold, but also allows you to continuously grow stronger? That's fine. As a lowly monster, facing the relentless Fourth Scourge...