No romantic pairing, Earth consciousness, does not become human.

He unexpectedly arrived in the Ultraman world. While many transmigrators became light or monsters, he became the Earth consciousness, specifically the Earth consciousness of the Gaia universe. His initial configuration included Gaia, the light of the earth, and Agul, the light of the ocean. However, his earth and ocean were always fighting, and there was also a mutated sky light whose root destruction summoned entity was watching him covetously.

What a disastrous start!!!

Can you two please listen to me for a second? Stop fighting!! You're both my children!

Renlong, Gilu, Zhongnaier, Tiguris... you are all my good monsters too.

Go to Earth in Ultraman Mebius's world, rescue the monsters, and fight Bogard and Emperor.

Go to Earth in Blaze, or rescue the monsters, communicate with alien civilizations, and fight cosmic monsters?

Go to Max Earth, where human civilization and the Delos civilization work together to deal with Earth's disasters. We are all Earthlings.

Go to Orb's original Earth, save people and trees, move the trees to a new place, and maybe clear their heads while you're at it.

Go to Earth in Nexus, or maybe we should change the defense force.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn is dead..." A Chiss, Grand Admiral of the Empire, the only non-human to rise to the pinnacle of Imperial power. For years, he lay dormant in the unknown star regions, only to return with force nine years after the Battle of Yavin, reigniting the Empire's hopes of suppressing the Rebellion. But this hero was assassinated by his own personal guard, plunging the Empire once again into the brink of collapse. Now, the New Republic faces... a completely different Grand Admiral. He unites the remnants of the Empire with a ruthless hand. Past defeats have been transformed into a strategic blueprint, the chessboard for a new round of conquests already laid. The Sith Lord Palpatine, returned from the depths of death, and with his greedy minions, launched a full-scale Imperial counterattack, forcing the internally divided New Republic into retreat. Only one man sees through this apocalyptic chessboard. His name is Thrawn. He lives. His chessboard is already set. There is no forgiveness, no negotiation, no...

Caledor - the hometown of dragons. A Warhammer player came here because he insulted the Donkey Prince and became Imric, Prince of Caledor. The ox-hide book that can travel through the world will be one of the few things he can rely on.

Diablo, Dark Souls, Mask of the Betrayer...can the power and knowledge of these worlds revive Caledor again?

In the 136th year of Finubar's coronation, in the year 2399 of the Imperial Calendar, the Battle of Fenubar Plains and the Great Holy War are about to begin.

The shadow from Naggarond and the darkness of the northern Chaos tribes are gradually shrouding Ulthuan. This time the Dragon Prince will make a different choice and let the Caledorian fire dragon flag soar in the sky.

Also known as: "The Rise of the Medieval Dragon Aotian"

Arriving in Azeroth with a Warhammer-wielding territory, only to find the Orcish War raging, with refugees everywhere and danger lurking everywhere? Seize the opportunity to develop your territory and advance your technology! Hellstorm rocket launchers incinerate the Orcs, dwarven organ cannons crush powerful enemies, and steam workshops mass-produce weapons! Transform your territory into an impregnable fortress! From then on, sweep across the land! The Alliance now has a leader; watch as this Warhammer mage leads the human army to crush the Orcish Horde, blast open the Dark Portal, and seize control of Azeroth's destiny!

I've been transported to another world! My birthplace is a rice paddy, and there's a giant figure floating in mid-air with glowing eyes right in front of me. What's going on? I'm in a real hurry, waiting for some kind of cheat code online—Gero Kent, who just transmigrated.

This book will feature:

'Don't run, charge towards Ultraman's Flying Kick!'

'Titan will only waste my youth'

'Ultraman, do you really love this world that much?'

'Do what you believe is right.'

With the ability to obtain a random item from the universe every day, I transformed into an Astartes recruit in the Warhammer universe who was about to be transformed and killed.

At the critical moment of gene seed implantation, I drew the dog talisman from "Jackie Chan Adventures" and gained eternal life.

I thought my immortality would allow me to walk freely in this dark universe, until I saw with my own eyes that a Chaos Demon devoured an entire company of Space Marines.

The Empire sees me as a heretic, Chaos sees me as prey, and the Mechanicus wants to dismantle me for research.

Today, my system gift is a lightsaber from Star Wars, valid for 23 hours and 59 minutes.

In the distance, the Inquisitor's black ship was slowly entering the starport.

"Well," I said, tightening my grip on the hilt, "let's see whose day it is."

What? Fourteen-hour days, for the Emperor?

What? The bodies will be recycled as food, for the Emperor?

The boy continued to read the pamphlet distributed by the Hive Priest.

Dedication is necessary, sacrifice is redemption!

Humanity must make sacrifices to achieve the great ideal of conquering the galaxy. Only by conquering the entire galaxy can humanity survive from the multitude of enemies.

The Emperor is the father of twenty angels, and also your father. He will lead you on a glorious expedition to the entire galaxy! !

“Thank you for your advice!” The boy’s pupils trembled.

However, he still couldn't suppress his curiosity and cautiously asked the inhuman, ghostly thing in front of him, "Emperor? Is that the light in the sky?"

The priest's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his body suddenly stood at attention. He grabbed the boy's shoulder with one modified hand stained with motor oil, and with the other hand, he held the scepter and pointed at the string of small, almost invisible words in the lower right corner of the booklet in front of the boy - Please note, the Inquisition is offering a reward to anyone who can see "light" from the sky. If there are such people around you, whether they are your parents, children or neighbors, please report them. The Emperor of God will thank you for your loyalty!

The boy's heart skipped a beat.

"Wait, why are you arresting me? I don't know anything! What? I can also go to Terra and contribute my strength? Ignite myself and become a Star Torch? What is a Star Torch? I don't want to die, you can't do this! I am innocent!"

In 2076, Night City was rated as the worst city in the world by the company.

Bai Ge made an indelible contribution to this, but many people seem to have a slight misunderstanding of him.

I'm not a cyber maniac who kills everyone I see!

Nor am I an anti-human element who keeps giant cyber rats in captivity!

It is even less likely to be those crazy AIs on the old network.

This is all the media slandering and defaming me, they are slandering me!!

GOOD NEWS: You've been isekai'd!

BAD NEWS: It's the Warhammer world.

GOOD NEWS: It's Warhammer Fantasy, not 40K!

BAD NEWS: You're in Reikland, Sigmar's Empire.

GOOD NEWS: Soul transmigration (not naked isekai)!

BAD NEWS: No cheat skills or golden fingers.

GOOD NEWS: Your village has no Beastmen herds nearby!

BAD NEWS: Too late to back out now—whoosh!—welcome to your new life.

(Tags: No-System Survival | Grimdark Comedy | Average Joe in Fantasy-Hell | The Empire's Worst Luck)

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!