DND background + a lot of self-settings, no DND foundation is required to ensure reading experience——————"So you mean, we just signed a contract, you are now my master, and I became a magic contract master?" "That's right." "But, just now, you accidentally killed me in the process of signing the contract?" "Not quite accurate, you see you are still alive now..." The first time Cui Lin accidentally came to this world made up of countless adventure stories, he learned two pieces of news: the good news is that he became a professional and a magic contract master; the bad news is that his master seems to be a little abnormal.

The book is also known as: [Soldier Assault: Blue Army Whetstone], [I am the best at dealing with old A mentality! ]

It is said that the Blue Army is the whetstone of the Red Army, but among the thousands of Red Army soldiers, there is an exception.

It is the opposite of Tiangang.

From a company that was about to be reorganized and disappear, it counterattacked and became the whetstone of the Blue Army that made the Blue Army tremble in fear.

It is just--

The 7th Steel Company of the 702nd Mechanized Infantry Regiment of the 84th Group Army of the People's Liberation Army of China.

【Western Fantasy + Travel】

"Caw! It's the Queen! She's possessed the princess!"

"Don't worry, once my exorcising holy water arrives, even ghosts and spirits will be terrified!"

My name is You Yan.

The ability is to **modify** the story of this world within a very limited scope!

"The pen that writes stories is the sword in my hand."

"The end of this world... no, the world will not have an end!"

Satan: Wait, sir, actually I wanted to say that I'm your biggest fan!

Transmigrator Su Tong recently discovered many people's secrets. Her classmate, a loser, is the world's largest monster; the young master of her employer's family, who works as a cook, is an eternally burning pupil magician; her online friend is actually a rich young lady in real life… As for her roommate in their cramped apartment, she is Jormungandr, the Dragon King Jormungandr! Fortunately, she is no ordinary person either, having acquired the profession [Soul Shaper], with the following talents: [Death Premonition]: Sensing those who are about to die within a 50-meter radius, in the form of a countdown. [Resurrection]: Killed lives will revive in the form of mournful servants, obeying your commands. On a night of relentless torrential rain, the fallen undead horde ignited with purple death flames, rising as an army of corpses, charging towards the one-eyed deity on the back of the eight-legged steed, causing the deity to tremble in fear! Starting with the [Soul Shaper], she begins the [Sword…]

Mysterious resurrection, the world is like a prison.

This world needs a great emperor to lead humanity to victory. — Black Emperor Chen Shoushan.

[Mysterious Resurrection Fanfiction, the protagonist's ability comes from the lawyer path of the Lord of Mysteries. 】

"I was once the Grand Master of the Paladins, until I got carried away and seduced the Saint, earning divine punishment." "I was once the Cyber ​​Queen, until the gods envied my astonishing wisdom." "I was once a Buddhist cultivator, until I... killed too many cultivators and incurred the wrath of the gods." "I was once a cultivator, until I... offended a powerful Buddhist and incurred the wrath of the gods." "I was once a witch, until I accidentally told a monstrous lie to the gods." "What about you, Li Ye? What crime did you commit to be thrown here?" """"" Faced with the inmates' questioning, Li Ye reluctantly replied, "The gods said I destroyed the world, a heinous crime. Isn't that ridiculous?"... The exile, the garbage dump of the multiverse, is a place where monsters run rampant, karma abounds, natural disasters wreak havoc, and royal authority is shattered. Sinners abandoned by the gods struggle in vain, some like stray dogs by the roadside, others yearn to be kings...

What are the basic qualities of a villain? Transmigrating into the body of a villainous lord destined to be killed by the hero, inheriting all the family's underground businesses: slave trade, potion smuggling, cult gatherings, forbidden rituals… In a dark, insane, twisted magical world, the only way to survive is to become one with it all…? He scoffed at the idea. "If you feel your territory is chaotic and unmanageable, and the people and nobles are all eyeing your position—then don't doubt it, you simply haven't had enough corpses hanging from your city gates."

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..."