[Non-cool story + Western fantasy + Anti-themed + slow pace + growing protagonist]

It was absolutely right to have a progression system at the beginning. Dago was desperate to improve. The first thing he did every morning when he woke up was look in the mirror and ask himself, "Have I made any progress today?" Especially as a wizard, if he improved a little bit every day, after ten thousand sunsets and sunrises, he would surely reach the top of the world.

Respect knowledge, pursue truth, control fire, command frost, manipulate thunder, harness storms, enslave the undead... Those who spread ancient prophecies and curses are called wizards.

"Phoenix blood + ancient [eternal life] rune..."

"After four hundred million sunsets, I will finally achieve immortality!"

Traveling through time and space to become the second senior brother of the most righteous sect in the world, this was originally a beautiful thing.

But I didn't expect...

The disciples here are extremely rigid and only know how to practice.

Lu Yuan took a look and realized that this was not okay.

First of all, to prevent the sect’s female disciples from encountering the idiotic plots in those melodramatic TV dramas and novels from their previous lives.

She accidentally got poisoned by the Hehuan Powder, and in order to break it, she had to have sex with a disciple of the Demon Sect. In the end, she got pregnant with the Demon Sect's child, and love turned into hatred.

How can we prevent this kind of thing?

Lu Yuan smiled calmly: "I just drugged you, didn't I?"

The hardworking Lu Yuan got up early and went to bed late, and spent the day with his disciples in their caves, with food and water.

From then on, all the disciples of Tianyi Sect grew up eating aphrodisiacs, and their bodies developed drug resistance.

No longer afraid of such despicable tactics.

Then next——

These innocent male disciples of Tianyi Sect have been hiding in the mountains. What if they encounter a skilled witch when they go down the mountain?

Lu Yuan transformed himself into a hot and sexy woman, and in the middle of the night, he took the photo stone to seduce Xiao Chuannan.

Under the guidance of so many teachers in previous lives.

These innocent male disciples were seduced and couldn't stop, and when they were deeply tempted, they shouted.

"Senior Sister, how come you have..."

Lu Yuan also recorded these scenes of social death and played them repeatedly in the hall.

These male disciples no longer believe in love.

In addition, to train their ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

Lu Yuan would randomly refresh the disciples who were sleeping in the monster's lair in the middle of the night.

The disciple who was sleeping soundly woke up and found himself in the monster's lair. The sky seemed to have collapsed.

Faced with such a Second Senior Brother, the disciples cried out in unison: "Second Senior Brother, stop treating us like demons!"

March 12th, heavy rain. I've traveled to a magical land in another world, only to awaken a "Happy Farm Story System." Give up! I want to learn magic, swordsmanship, and conquer the world. This thing only teaches me to plant trees. What's the point? March 18th, sunny. The housekeeper suspects I'm secretly raising vampires, but the trees are eating too fast. Where can I find enough fertilizer? April 3rd, sunny. I've finally dealt with those Vatican gangs. The system gave me another crow chick. It looks cute, but... why does it have three eyes? ... Years later, Zhang Ling, leaning on a rusty hoe, gazed at the decaying giant trees that obscured the sky. Flocks of deathbirds wrote doomsday prophecies in the clouds with blood-curdling feathers. The mountainous Dusk Wolf trampled the Holy Mountain of the Vatican into a basin. A canopy of jellyfish with baby faces rose from the sea. Behind him, a silver-haired, fox-eared girl...

The hero is dead, and the next one is Raino.

In order to survive, the only way Lei Ye could think of was to swallow the 'gender change potion. The demon' transformed into a beautiful girl.

but...

But the Demon King laughed and said, "Do you think I would just stand there and buff like an idiot?" He ran over, snatched the potion, and drank it all in one breath?

【Lord】【Farming】【Intelligence】【War】

Gervis, the second son of a minor noble family, was unexpectedly canonized, but his territory was the Storm Territory, a place known as the land of death. Fortunately, he successfully awakened the daily intelligence system!

[1: Three hundred meters south of Kent Street in Silver Shield City, hidden within a large tree is a sum of ten gold coins worth of stolen property. Viscount Potter's servant had hidden it there after stealing the manor's property. However, the servant's actions were soon exposed, and he died unexpectedly in a fierce resistance, resulting in the stolen money being lost for several years.]

[2: After the challenge, the wife of the Silver Shield City civil administrator will go to Cato Manor on the edge of the city for an affair. The reason she gave to the Saint Bit City civil administrator was that she was going on a trip to the suburbs with other noble ladies...]

[3: Lady Mary's beautiful maid, Caroline, possesses a rare ancient lucky bloodline. Legend has it that this bloodline is favored by the God of Luck. As long as you keep her by your side, you will gain a bonus of luck in everything you do!]

[4: In the Death Mountains south of Stormwind Territory, the demonic serpent leader Quekra was injured in a battle with a sixth-tier demonic beast and will temporarily fall into dormancy. The tyrannical three-headed serpent woman Abath will temporarily take control. The three-headed serpent woman loves to feed on humans, so the kingdom's border will usher in another wave of unrest.]

[5: An underage unicorn appears to have arrived near Stormwind. Unicorns are divine creatures, even rarer than dragons. The Griffin King owns one, and only rides it during important festivals.]

…

The knight's longsword, the elf's longbow, the orc's roar, the beast's trampling, the dragon's roar

Traveling to the world of Warhammer Medieval, which has been ravaged by the four evil gods and has countless Chaos Chosen, is undoubtedly the most tragic world besides the Warhammer 40,000 world!

Fortunately...

As the holographic screen seeped into the psionic blood mist of the Koprulu sector, the gamer Luo Feng's temple burned, and the stigmata of the Mechanicus blossomed. His synapses simultaneously connected to the war codes of three parallel universes: the gene-seed of Warhammer 40K crystallized in his blood vessels, the psionic matrix of StarCraft restructured his brainstem, and the Forerunner think tanks of the Halo world unlocked forbidden knowledge.

On an operating table in a Martian foundry, Mechanicus neural probes battled against Zerg symbiotes. As a spine was transformed into a Protoss phase prism, the energy storms of the Eye of Terror and the Koprulu sector tore quantum wounds through the fabric of reality. The chainsword in his left hand oozed Zerg saliva, and the power armor on his right shoulder bore the marks of Necron repair.

The Awakened's blood boiled in the multiverse: his left eye reflected the Emperor's quantum ghost, his right eye glimmered with the Queen of Blades' genetic map. As the green-skinned orc waaagh energy and Protoss purification beams erupted in his chest, Luo Feng discovered that his genes were being reorganized into the form of a Xel'Naga ancestor.

The chosen vessel of the multiverse must choose between the throne of the God-Emperor, the Zerg Hive, and the oracle of the Protoss Kara. Every breath rewrites the laws of reality, and every wound blooms the energy crystals of a different universe. He stands at the edge of a reality rift, Warhammer Demon Sword in his left hand, Interstellar Psionic Core in his right, and the remains of the Halo dissolving beneath his feet.

"You are the Allspark." The mechanical voice of the Moebius Foundation resonated with the hymn of the Mechanicus. As the ultimate game between the three universes began, Luo Feng's choice would determine the fate of all parallel worlds.