Transmigrating to an alien world and becoming a low-class serf, Monroe felt this was a tough start to life. The dilapidated house leaked, the black bread grated on his teeth. Human rights were a thing of the past. Until a translucent, illusory panel popped up before his eyes: [Farming Skill Experience +1] [Current Farming Skill: Beginner (7/1000)]… Countless years later, analyzing gods and demons, nurturing insect swarms, and becoming a narrator, Monroe said: “Now it’s time for the universe to listen to me…” An alien soul, an immortal epic.

Some consider this place hell, but I say it's heaven: you want love, you want respect, you want revenge, you want your name engraved on a disk and spread across the internet, you want to become a unique legend, you want your dreams to come true—all of this can be achieved here... as long as you have money—or more accurately: as long as you're not a real coward. Bullets loaded, weapon gripped tightly, a fire burned fiercely within Tang Lie.

Upon landing, Ron knew perfectly well what kind of universe he was in. Danger lurked everywhere, darkness and despair reigned, hope was fading, and everything was on the verge of destruction, sliding at light speed towards a massive crater. As an ordinary person with a few "special abilities," Ron had originally planned to live a quiet life in the Lower Nest, scavenging for scraps, taking on quests, and simply passing the days until he died. But… fate, sometimes, is unpredictable. It's like not knowing you'll find the Primarch when you go out. And a resurrected infant version at that. ———————— Many years later. "I really did intend to just sit around doing nothing at first, but who would have thought I'd accidentally save the world?" Imperial Chancellor, Deputy Chancellor, Chief Psychic...

[Lord of Mysteries Fanfiction] + [Two Brand New Self-Created Paths] + [Potions] + [Ensemble Cast] + [Single Female Lead] + [Plot Follows Main Storyline] + [Part 1] Kurt Bard, from the Loen Empire's Backlund, awakens his past life memories at the age of 22, only to find himself transported to the world of Lord of Mysteries. When he transmigrates, the squid has already provided all the potion recipes for the 22 paths... He also carries a copy of the Source Material "Infinite Collapse" and the uniqueness of the "Singularity" "Eye of Möbius." 'The Hanged Man' Alger: "I need a recipe, the name of which is..." 'The Lover' Kurt: "I have news, it will probably take two weeks." Alger: ... 'The Fool' Klein: "I need Emperor Roselle's diary." 'The Lover' Kurt: "Mr. Fool, I've collected 50 pages of Emperor Roselle's diary this week." Klein: ... Kurt originally just wanted to...

Altaïr King was completely bewildered when he woke up to find himself transformed into a golden ear of corn in the Terran palace. It was common knowledge that being a member of the Imperial Guard was a high-risk profession. Especially in this dark and cruel future, the laughter of the evil gods was so piercing, and the claws of the aliens so menacing. Fate was capricious, cruel, and bloody, and he was now clad in radiant gold. He pondered whether he would end up being devoured by warp entities or roasted into popcorn by psionic energy, and then stepped out of his dark underground cell. The Imperial Guard was endangered, but not so easy to kill. Before facing his final fate, he still had a chance to begin his adventure. The burning galaxy was still far away, and the most serious problem this novice Imperial Guard now faced was—he was lost in the palace.

"I'm not asking you to remain within the Cursed's stasis barrier forever. I'm not a demon. However, the Star Sea Punishment, the ultimate solution to the remnants of hundreds of thousands of years of the War in Heaven, is to kill all intelligent life and detonate the universe. What does that mean? What's wrong with your moral sense as an intelligent being? You just spent a year becoming Planet Master, didn't you? If you keep going like this, you'll be a sector leader in ten, galactic overlord in twenty, and dark matter collector in thirty. Finally, you'll build an etheric engine to exterminate all life in the universe. As reflections of all intelligent life in this galaxy, the five of us must stop you. Seriously." Leon: "What are you talking about? Etheric Engine activated! Blow this shithole to ash!" ————————————————————...

Having traveled to the world of American Horror Story, Li Siwen obtains a containment system that can capture eerie creatures, including evil spirits, witches, and vampires. From then on, he embarks on a one-way journey to become stronger.

Ever since three virtuous and talented female thugs stormed into the shelter, Li Siwen suddenly realized that the world was not so simple!

John Wick battles Jason, Freddy kills Bill, and Lee Sven's contained creatures make their mark.

Li Siwen: "You're the Charlie's Angels, right?"

Charlie's Angels: "Don't come any closer!"

John Wick: "Run!"

Li Siwen: "Annabelle, close the door!"

...

The male protagonists were jealous of him stealing their prey, and so were the villains. Li Siwen declared that they had all wronged him, because he wasn't going to let them off the hook either!

"My mother taught me from a young age that I should not take other people's things."

Li Siwen smiled: "Luckily, I never listen to her."

It all started when he was sentenced to nine hundred million years in hell...

This book is also known as: American Horror Story: The Female Protagonist is My Motivation to Become Stronger

"It's all a world of horror, who's going to catch ghosts?!"

...

*The protagonist has three times the Conan physique, causing chaos wherever he goes.

*The time, place, and background of the original work have been slightly adjusted.

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.

[Warhammer 40,000: The Merchant Ronin Fanfiction] [No System] [Loyal and Unorthodox] [Harem] [Growth] [Multiple Perspectives] [Entire Group]

When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.

This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.

Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.

[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]

Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?

[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]

【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】

【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】

【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】

Li Lin was forcibly conscripted by the Emperor, a golden dump truck transporting him to the Siege of Terra in the 30K era, where he became a loyal mortal auxiliary soldier. At the brink of death, he awakened the [Undead War God] template. He initially thought his understanding of Warhammer would be enough to survive easily. However, this world was far more complex than he imagined. This wasn't canon, but an IF scenario, a unique pseudo-history… the Great Rebellion of Sanguielles! Li Lin: Since things have come to this, let's start killing! The future of the Empire, the fate of humanity, the safety of the galaxy—all these grand narratives are irrelevant to Li Lin. All he can do is rely on his chainsaw axe and shotgun to carve a path to survival in this cesspool of a world. His first small goal: kick the Blood God off his bronze throne! Li Lin: After all, I am!! ...