Lanny always believed he had transmigrated to a chaotic, backward, impoverished, and ignorant ancient Europe, and that he was just a minor nobleman from the countryside. However, he soon realized something was amiss. This world also had legends of magicians and vampires, but it was more than just legends...

(Pseudo-D&D, Dragon Text, Evil Dragon Lord) As a red dragon, Phoenix often feels like an outcast among the red dragon race. Other red dragons: alcoholics, brutal, arrogant, greedy, tyrants of wild volcanoes. Phoenix: runs an egg dragon farm, providing employment opportunities; absorbs refugees in his territory, creating a beautiful home; prioritizes food safety, warming both the heart and stomach; vigorously integrates the industrial chain, promoting healthy competition in commerce; humbly submits to the Holy Dynasty's rule of filial piety, his famous deeds moving the diverse world… and steadfastly punishes and retaliates against groups of heroes who commit crimes, improving the living standards of humanoid races in dragon-occupied areas, and continuously manually silencing lawbreakers. Finally, he's addicted to opening eggs. "Have you converted 100 gilded dragon eggs today?" Druid girl: "Boss, it's 101." "Open them all!"

A succubus paladin trying to turn over a new leaf. A necromancer with extreme social anxiety who only lets skeletons socialize on his behalf. An orc priest who delves deeply into the realm of life but is very afraid of blood. And I, a traveler who doesn't belong to this world - a great bard. My name is Velen, and I was on the run when I unexpectedly found a diary. I thought it was a classic plot from Dragon Quest, but the god on the other side of the diary... doesn't seem very serious? Record stories and get rewards. Record fun and get more rewards. And our team of scumbags walking on the continent - seems to be the biggest fun in itself? [A worldview with a bit of everything], [Team road adventure], [Semi-diary], [More daily life]

After watching "The Burial of Frielian," the ancient elves wiped away their tears and played music at the graves of their former besties. Dwarves held up posters for "The Hobbit," loudly proclaiming their own heroic spirit. A dragon nestled in its lair, watching "Breaking Bad," its ambitions burgeoning. Even wizards, nearing the divine, were captivated by space opera and "The Three-Body Problem." The gods secretly strengthened this world's defenses. I came, I saw, I conquered! Salvi will conquer the entire other world with culture!

"Hey, picking a bard for a roleplay? Are you sure? Isn't that just a mascot who plays the piano, buffs things, and flirts with girls?" "Well, it depends on who you're playing as. Ordinary bards are like that." "What else?" "What if my roleplay is Li Bai?" "...poetry, wine, swordsmanship, and chivalry?" "That's right! You need his talent, his swordsmanship, and even more so, that heroic and unrestrained spirit of 'I was born to be useful, and even if I lose all my money, I'll get it back!'" Upon waking, roleplay player Rorschach discovered he had traveled to a world of swords and sorcery with his newly created [Bard Li Bai] character card. Dragons roared, elves whispered, dwarves forged swords, and arcane magic flashed. And he, a bard supposedly at the bottom of the adventurer's contempt hierarchy, discovered that his poetry could be transformed into magic, and drinking could restore...