Di Xiu transmigrated, becoming a gray rat in another world. Not only must he build a protective dungeon to safeguard himself and his race, but he must also constantly guard against invasions from other races. Humans, gods, demons, monsters, dragons, elves, ancient taboos... even outworld gods coveting the world! The former order crumbles, and the apocalypse topples the towers of civilization. In the face of life and death, Di Xiu comprehends the truth of magic. Magic is not chanting, but a rigorous set of underlying world protocols! Only with the correct logical framework can it be safely compiled and run. While other mages are still struggling to chant spells with their flesh and blood, Di Xiu is already debugging magic circuits in the dungeon, developing the third-generation gray rat exoskeleton armor, heavy armored mechs, and aerospace carriers... The magical industrial age has begun! The gray rats are building a jungle of steel and gears. Mechanical rats wield precision...

"Brother, is our Du'e Sect... truly a legitimate sect?" "Of course, Junior Brother, quickly register on this 'Disciple List,'" the green-clothed figure said, pointing to a sinister black banner. ...Once transported across time, Chu Mo became a "reserve soldier" of the Du'e Demon Sect. He had thought he would be opening the door to immortality and the freedom of swordsmanship, but he hadn't expected that cultivation in this world was different. Conquering seas, plundering planes, unifying all realms, immortal boats traversing the void, and massive cannons bombarding otherworlds. Cultivators searched endless worlds, waged cross-border wars, spread their teachings, and infested planes... This place was rife with dangers, but also filled with opportunities. ...Luckily. Chu Mo discovered that he could see his health bar, becoming the sole player in this distinctly different world of cultivation.

The whispers of the old gods enveloped the entire continent, potions flowed quietly in dark alleys, and the shadow of a dragon passed over the steam-filled city dome. A stranger was reborn as the most humble being in this world—a gray mouse. However, he started from the dark sewers, step by step farming, infrastructure construction, alliances with foreign races, and deciphering lost runes. The roar of steam resonated with the whispers of magic, the gears turned, and the dragon flapped its wings. He transformed into the "Sherlock Holmes" detective who had never appeared before, weaving an underground network that spanned races and classes, vowing to break the oppression of theocracy and use the power of machinery, magic, and faith to create a new era of civilization for all intelligent creatures, sharing, and co-governance. ——When he first stepped into this world, Lu Ran had only one self-deprecating sentence: "I, Mouse, am going to die this time..."

Spring is the season of rebirth. The monsters of the swamp forest begin to stir. The demihumans along the reedy riverbanks sharpen sticks and build traps, waiting for prey. Human adventurers in the north carefully examine their wands and potions, preparing for a new year of exploration. In the shadows, the slime they regard as their prey watches all this unfold. It waits. Once its flying sword is forged, its dao is complete, and its foundation for another self is established, then its True Immortal Slime will be born. [Farming] [Easy]

Here, you can see the past and present of the Universe Swarm, the origin of the warmongering witch clan, the rise of Haisi, the birth of the behemoth...

and...

the development of the World Tree from scratch?

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On his 18th birthday, Bai Yi suddenly learned that his family was super rich.

After finally accepting the reality and preparing to embrace a new life, something unexpected happened again.

The world is destroyed, doomsday is coming, and humans are given the qualifications to be a lord and thrown into millions of worlds.

Good news, my golden finger has finally arrived, and it is a genetic weaving that looks very powerful.

The bad news is, others have it too, and they seem stronger.

What else can I do?

He can only live as a logistics player and rely on the golden finger to farm.

...

[Lord Farming] + [The Fourth Disaster] + [Management Game Empire]

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In the dark world, wars are frequent.

Tens of thousands of lords are fighting for land and resources here.

But Chen Yu is different from them.

While others were busy fighting wars, he was busy building dungeons to attract adventurers from other worlds to challenge him.

[Happy Landlord], [Resident Evil], [Dungeon & Fighter], [Black Myth]...

One underground city after another sprang up from the ground.

It made these inexperienced adventurers go crazy and willing to give up everything for it.

Chen Yu: "I'm sorry, dear adventurers, I'm temporarily closed today because my territory has been besieged."

What?

The adventurers were immediately angry.

They descended into the dark world one after another.

There was not enough territory, so they went to grab it for Chen Yu.

When the war broke out, they fought for Chen Yu.

There are not enough resources, so they spend their lives to make up for the missing resources.

…

Many years later, Chen Yu sat high on the throne of the Supreme God, looking at the empire that the adventurers had built for him, and shook his head and exclaimed:

"You are causing me so much trouble!"

[New theme][No female lead][Behind-the-scenes group portrait][Dungeon management]

Chen Sheng traveled to a high-level martial arts world and became a lord who designed a dungeon.

All the power and knowledge here are obtained from the dungeon, thus the adventurers who brush the dungeon and the lords who design the dungeon are born.

But soon Chen Sheng found that the dungeons in this world were too simple and unchallenging.

To this end, he built a dungeon that would torture adventurers to the point of becoming autistic.

…………

Adventurer 1: "No, whose dungeon would put a BOSS at the birthplace?!"

Adventurer 2: "Is it reasonable to place a row of snipers on both sides of the single-plank bridge? Do you want me to fly over?!"

Adventurer 3: "Lord, please stop planning. I have something to ask you..."

…

Other dungeon invaders: "What? I spent tens of thousands of troops to kill the BOSS, and you tell me it's just a small monster in the first level?!"

…

Mr. Chen: "Sorry, the monsters in my dungeon are both numerical and mechanical monsters."

The story of a low-level adventurer begins like this.

Xia Lin, who traveled through time, went bankrupt after a few days of living as a young master. He had to switch his life plan from "enjoying the other world" to "just surviving" mode.

The only core task in this mode is - "Be an adventurer! Make money!!"

After all, killing a goblin can get a few copper coins, and digging a ratman's nest can get half a bag of flour.

So in front of the task bulletin board of the Adventurer's Guild, there is always a smiling man who promotes himself to every adventurer who comes to accept the task.

"My name is Xia Lin Torremo, a magic warrior professional, are you willing to join my team?

Work elements: [Fantasy team adventure], [Pseudo DND], [Western fantasy mixed world view]

[Hodgepodge world view], [pseudo dnd], [fun]

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"All the spells I developed and improved are out of the exploration of truth and the pursuit of science. You should not slander a simple scholar like me."

In the first year of the Third Era, Jia Xiu, the greatest spellcaster in history, the inventor of more than 10,000 spells, and the sorcerer known as the forbidden spell maker, answered like this when facing the accusation of genocide.

"Why does the infinite healing spell make the target's whole body get cancer? Just tell me if the cancer tumor is healing infinitely!"

"The absolute protection spell blocks the air and causes suffocation? Heaven and earth are conscientious, air is very dangerous, of course it must be blocked, I have sufficient evidence to prove that anyone who breathes the air will die."

"The little boy's summoning spell destroyed the Demon King's City, and the radiation produced made it uninhabitable for 30 years. Well, this, uh... I am the extermination of the demon race, how about it! I say I am innocent, whoever agrees, whoever opposes!"

...

In September 1815, Ron, the king of the extinct Lah Kingdom, announced the restoration of his country in the Grey Mist Territory of the Emerald Kingdom.

Three days later, the Lah Kingdom announced its extinction.

...

In January 1816, Ron, the honorary teacher of the White Demon Academy, announced the restoration of his country in the Magic City.

A week later, the Lah Kingdom announced its extinction.

...

In July 1816, Ron, the strongest cadre of the Demon King's Army, announced the restoration of his country in the Demon King's City.

A month later, the Lah Kingdom announced its extinction.

...

In February 1817, Ron, the bishop of the Holy Grace Church, announced the restoration of his country in the City of God's Coming...

...

"Restore your country, you mb, who taught you to restore your country this way?" the crowd roared.