I woke up to find myself, a glorious Soviet base vehicle AI, in a bizarre American wasteland—a place filled with atomic punk metal lumps and mutated giant cockroaches, even more outrageous than the heart of capitalism!

To restore order (and incidentally have some fun), I "recruited" a group of tribal natives who couldn't even put on their own pants. The most urgent task? Teaching them to speak magnificent Chinglish! After all, who can stand that incredibly complicated, unrelated native English?

And so, a bizarre sight appeared in the wasteland: a group of blond, blue-eyed burly men, speaking broken, construction-worker-accented English, shouting "Hurrah! For Ironhead God!", drove their magnetic tanks over mutants, followed by a swaying Kirov...

Hey, you over there, the shelter kid in the blue bodysuit, and those tin knights with laser guns, any complaints about the "Red Iron Curtain"? No? Very well, comrade, welcome to the Soviet wasteland!

[Invincible, Daily, Simulator, chat groups will appear in the early and middle stages. 】

As a result, every simulation of Bai Ye is a journey of salvation.

Early simulation, daily life.

After the chat group appeared, Bai Ye's good days were over, as he saw that everyone in the chat group was someone he knew.

The sage of the Mechanic Church, Exis.Σ.Σ.Lu (Lu for short), transmigrated to a "terrifying" place. Here, humans worship psychic energy and call the practice of cultivating it "cultivation of immortality." Here, a strange, demonic voice calling itself "System" whispers in Lu's ear from time to time. Here, there are also powerful psychic entities comparable to spatial gods and demons. How corrupt, how terrifying! But… the Great Sage is never afraid. The Great Sage is always thirsty for knowledge. This is a good opportunity to observe psychic energy and research countermeasures. Perhaps, he can even find his way home. As for joining? Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Great Sage, following Om Messiah and believing in science…

[Farming and Development] [War and Plunder] [Interdimensional Invasion]

waaagh!

Traverse a world teeming with gods, wielding the war dragon banner, and grow stronger with every fight! Even the timid mushroom man can evolve into a gigantic orc!

Orc boy—Brutal Orc—Dark Orc—Big Orc—Orc Warlord, born and raised in the land, delighted by war!

More numerous than swarms of insects, stronger than dragons, and armed with weapons more powerful than dwarves, let the green tide engulf the world! waaagh!

[System Message: World Line Initializing... Alteration Rate: 0.001%]

Su Li stared at the scene unfolding on the massive public monitor, a stream of curses catching in his throat. Of all the places to be thrown into, it had to be Island Iffish—right at the dawn of the One Year War. Was this some kind of cosmic joke? Was fate itself trying to get him killed?

But then he discovered a secret: he could alter the very fabric of this world line, reaping incredible rewards for every change he made. From that moment on, the legend of the "White Devil" was destined to be rewritten.

His enemies could only cry out in disbelief, "What in the world is that Zaku?!"

Su Li would just grin, his voice cutting through the comms. "Hey, Red Comet! You think you're three times faster? Then prove it and get over here!"

I came to space to realize my dream, but I was fighting pirates all day long. I wanted to retreat to the second line and become an instructor, and I started fighting with the Adjuster. Then I will show you what a regular army is, what is the real Federation ace, Gundam? Please understand, the Federation Army never wins by fighting alone.

My name is Su Qi, and I became a transmigrator by sheer luck. This is a world where everyone can raise a Familia. On the very day I awakened, the system asked me what Familia I wanted. But only children make choices; adults want them all! Zerg, Undead, Demons, Omnics, Skaven, Orcs, Grey Gu Storms, Abominations, and even ordinary humans? What, you say you fought your way through one of my Familias? Then congratulations, I have eight more Familias like that!

When Chen Zuo pulled half a piece of moldy biscuit from the mouth of the mutant giant rat, the system suddenly popped the window: 【 SS-level silly white sweet detected, it is recommended to recycle 】 behind the young girl with radiation cockroach shouting cute.

In order to raise this mentally retarded AI to full scale, he carried a leaky prosthetic welding gun to sweep the garbage mountain, and every time he launched a recycling system, he hurt ⁇ grin: buckle of blood value buckle, this wave I made!

When the iron skin pinches the titanium alloy gate of the high arsenal valve with a robotic arm, Chen is teasing and rubbing the nuclear waste into a peerless soldier.

The pick-up and tattered team of the all-man crazy batch did not know that the fragments of the truth of the end they pieced together are triggering the countdown to global self-destruction...

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.)

Among the stars of the universe

The expansion of the human empire suddenly stopped

Alien mechanical life is wandering at the border, ready to move under the instinctive trend of programming.

But the explorers of the distant planetary sea are still exploring a wider world, pursuing insatiable interests on edge planets on the edge of human territory.

But these have nothing to do with Chen Ming, who just woke up from an abandoned mining space station.

With only a damaged civilian mining spacecraft in hand, he only knew that what he needed to do most now was

live on