George traveled to the Middle Ages and became a baron. And he also inherited the legacy of the God of Shelter.

However, he found that this world was not only shrouded in fog, but also waiting for him to be famine and doomsday!

...

[The last half piece of black bread has been eaten. If I can't find food today, I can only carry this broken hammer and walk into the fog. ]

"I hope today's diary will not be my last words." George put down the pen in his hand and looked out along the broken wall of the castle bedroom.

The fog outside was stirring and heavy rain was pouring.

......

Thousand-year-old families can be seen everywhere on this continent. Ancient inheritance not only brings honor, but also directly leads to the rigidity of the system. Bloodline is the cornerstone of ascending to high positions.

How can a descendant of a hunter ascend to a high position of power and be qualified to participate in this feast game? Is it the golden finger that has been castrated beyond recognition, or the limited knowledge of the future, or the intangible and invisible things? luck?

The dance that blends magic and machinery, the absurd darkness of the punk era.

This is an era without gods, because everyone can blaspheme the gods.

Star City Anbu Xuanyi chose to participate in a brutal jungle battle royale with a narrow escape for ulterior motives. From this moment on, his fate became uncontrollable, and he never looked back on a dark and desperate one-way road. As the land moves forward, the road is full of thorns.

A hardcore player traveled through World of Warcraft and became Jaina's biological brother. Now we are also princes.

For the sake of family survival, should I break my sister's legs first to prevent her from becoming a parricide beast in the future?

etc? Why do you have to die first when you come here?

Let me see the strategy.

Well, first touch your forehead to open the character panel,

Then he picked up his weapon and opened the orc's head.

If the equipment drops, you will make a profit. If you don’t have it, don’t be sad. Wash your hands and go find the next one...

Okay, no more joking, let’s get serious and start telling this story again:

Death is a key to a new life.

Blake Shaw holds the player template, can fight monsters and upgrade, has a career system, and is making great progress.

Tie the night as a cloak, hold the shadow as a sharp blade, sharpen your claws with killing, and feed your ambition with fear.

From the Storm Kingdom to Orgrimmar, his evil deeds are unknown to everyone.

His infamy is known to everyone from Icecrown to Pandaria.

When the black-clothed emperor emerged from the shadow, the whole world trembled.

This is the story about this man, starting with Khaz Modan six years into the Dark Portal...

(The new books "My Player is So Fierce" and "Trail of Dawn in the American Comic World" have been uploaded. Welcome to read them~)

The plague of insects descended overnight. As an ordinary person without invincible powers and extraordinary exercises, facing blood and death, what should we do at the critical moment of life and death?

(I am a reasonable party, but the novel needs appropriate YY, please do not excessively investigate the rationality of the background in a razor-sharp way.)