This is an era of infinite possibilities, steam and steel, gears and clockwork. Steam power and differential engines symbolize the infinite future of human civilization. However, no one noticed that under the haze of steam and in the shadow of steel, the dark, mysterious mystery has never left. And a traveler from a foreign land will unveil the mysterious veil in this turbulent, free and dreamy world, and write his own history and legend

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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

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]

[D&D] [Faerun] [Super Magic] [Adventure] Anser accidentally stumbles upon Toril, and the goddess of magic is in trouble again! Has the magic plague arrived again?! ... As the minions of the Underdark tear through the night veil of Baldur's Gate, the never-quiet Faerun erupts into chaos. But this is just the beginning. ...Involved elements: D&D, the Weave, Dragon Veins, Wizards, Leveling Up, Twenty-sided Dice, Baldur's Gate, Neverwinter, the Underdark, the Abyss, the Nine Hells, Celestial Mountain, Shadowfell, and the Feywild...

[Slow-burn, fantasy, steampunk, D&D-like, card-like, Dragon Quest-style main storyline] Once upon a time, the two worlds went their own ways and never intersected. "Left Phase Terraria" - Humans lit torches with wisdom, forged equipment, and led thunder. In the name of "science", they blocked the unknown and explored the light of reason. "Right Phase Toril" - All races shaped the world with faith, absorbed divine power, wove laws, and carried the glory of gods with the power of "magic", walking on the road of miracles. However, the intersection of the celestial spheres came, and the boundaries were broken. Science and divine power collided, magic and reason annihilated each other, and everything turned into ruins. The legacy of the gods, along with the glory of the old world, was buried in flames and storms. In the end, the intersection was completely integrated, and a brand new world was born - "New Terra". Technology and magic continued to intertwine, order was not yet stable, and a new civilization emerged in turmoil. And the seven evil spirits that peeked into reality have quietly arrived. The new intersection, like a Möbius strip, never ends...***Sieg knew he was different from the moment he became conscious. The virtual curtain template often appeared, and the cold guidance whispered in his mind, like some invisible guide. He said: "Make the implicit things explicit", "Standardize the explicit things", "Process the standard things", "Target the process things", "Strategize the goal things". The terminal existence that calls itself "Akasha Record" has been telling Sieg's mission. "-I must end this endless intersection, I must kill the seven evil spirits!"

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]

After traveling to another world, Su Wen found himself transformed into a skeleton. Being a skeleton was pretty good. He could patrol his territory, mine, play with slimes, and even piece together his own foes after being torn apart by heroes. Then one day, Su Wen encountered the dying Goddess of Light and accidentally caught a tiny bit of the power of light. Faced with the goddess' tearful pleas, Su Wen reluctantly agreed. Restoring the glory of light is our duty! … “You’re a skeleton, why do you glow at night?” “Why is your necromancy so blinding?” “Help! What did I see? A necromancer using holy light?” Research has revealed that death ray is an extremely rare offshoot of holy light. And holy light belongs to light!

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..."

"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.