Ancient marine creatures mutated and even acquired atomic furnaces similar to reactors. They can be said to be the closest beings to gods.

But, it's only an approximation after all.

Its ability to evolve almost infinitely cannot reach true infinity.

And this final flaw was made up by a soul from another world.

It all started on the day when an ugly marine creature with dead eyes came ashore.

ps: Created a new group: 152193430

I turned green, and I became super strong, but I would be laughed at by others, and people would turn their heads to look at me wherever I went. Looking at the people in the world, with yellow, white, and black skin, I created a green skin, which seems not bad either.

[StarCraft + Mecha + Military Academy + League + Micro Group Portraits + Strong Female Characters + Cool Fiction]

Ke Yunyao, a native of the interstellar world, has a mediocre family background and is not short of money.

In her short eighteen years, she'd only left home a handful of times. She didn't enjoy interacting with other people, preferring to immerse herself in research. She aspired to become a top-tier mecha master, but her family lacked resources. That didn't matter, as she had a brilliant mind, and her research had yielded some promising results (somewhat unusual), albeit a bit costly...

It doesn’t matter, it’s just money.

She can make money, she squeezed her dad, she squeezed her mom, and she also squeezed herself...

As she neared eighteen, she was finally going to school. Her parents, who were far away on the battlefield, were overjoyed. Their otaku daughter was finally going out...

She passed the military academy entrance test and successfully became a freshman in the mecha division department.

During the entrance exam, she met a group of teammates who were not reliable but okay.

Teammate 1: Why isn't she talking? Is she really a mecha pilot?

Teammate 2: She's so skinny! We have to protect her!

Teammate 3: What did she add to my gun?

Teammate 4: ...

…

Ke Yunyao: I just don't like interacting with people. I have work to do...

A lucky yet unlucky guy traveled through time. Fortunately, he became the god that countless people longed for but could not obtain, and also gained eternal life. He named himself [Bit], the god of information and data.

Unfortunately, the place he traveled through was the Warp of Warhammer 40K, where a powerful being could come along and kick him to death as a curb at any moment.

In order to survive, he had to summon players from his hometown and incite war to produce information.

Countless years later, he looked at the [Player Cursed Legion] that started from one planet and gradually grew stronger, and suddenly an idea occurred to him: maybe he could take the position of the patron saint of mankind?

Far away on Holy Terra, the Emperor was overjoyed upon hearing this and immediately stood up from the Golden Throne: "Brother, please take a seat!"

Welcome to Ataria, the kingdom above the clouds.

Let's open the door, pick up our walking sticks, and start our adventure from here——

Through the hills of cloud and sea, like floating grass, the shallow river sparkles;

The fields flow with gold and honey, full of laughter, and under the low house of Rodale, melodious songs are heard.

Through the ancient forest of Egonn, where branches grow thick and whisper in the darkness;

Across the steep ridges and towering mountains, dark shadows lurked in the underground world, dangers lurked everywhere, and the sword refracted its light.

A story about a boy chasing his dream. Above the sky and clouds, the shadow of a giant dragon soars with wings spread.

And after the time has passed, the fire is still bright.

The Warhammer universe is a world where technology and psychic power clash, where advancement and backwardness blend. And the Celestial Clock, a top-level, dreamlike artifact from the Super God Universe capable of simulating the entire universe, is a magical artifact. If an ordinary, incorruptible Earthling were to travel to the Warhammer universe with the Clock, what would his fate be, and what sparks would emerge?

Zhou Kun traveled to a post-apocalyptic wasteland, where mobile cities were humanity's last refuge. As supreme ruler of the Wanderer mobile city, Zhou Kun suddenly unlocked [Flesh Technology], allowing the city to fuse and evolve with monster genes. From then on, the cold steel machinery began to surge with flesh, and the city gradually became a living being. Devouring, evolving, and transforming, while other mobile towns struggled with energy depletion, Zhou Kun began dismembering monsters and extracting their genes... From steel cannons, he evolved into [Godzilla's Atomic Breath Cannon], from prosthetic limbs, he evolved into [Venom Symbiote Suit], from powered sails, he evolved into [Fallen Dragon Skywings]... Ultimately, a super-mobile fortress woven from flesh and machinery became the nightmare of all civilizations.

Upon waking up, everyone journeys to another world. This is a terrifying world, teeming with unpredictable dangers. Here, there are dragons, demons, elves, undead, and even different kinds of humans. Everyone becomes a lord, awakening talents, choosing a race, and playing in a random region. Based on their talents, traits, race, and region, everyone builds territories, advances technology, recruits heroes, trains troops, and plunders resources... They often face trials from the gods. Lin You awakens the [Building Fusion] trait at the start. Any building can be fused, yielding more powerful troops, buildings, and even wonders. [Slime Swamp + Strong Acid Pool = Strong Acid Slime Pool] [Slime Academy + Mage Tower = Mage Academy] [Slime Veins + Zerg Fungal Creep = Active Rubber Creep] [Elemental Tower + Slime Pool = Elemental Spirit] When...

The world is cruel:

I've seen cities destroyed by viruses, giving rise to creatures at the top of the food chain. Mars overrun by demons, Earth left to falter. Space tunnels lurking, harboring transports of hundred-meter-long beasts. Countless interstellar wars, destroying thousands of warships. The tactic of charging in formation is unstoppable in interstellar warfare!

The world is gentle:

Zootopia dissolves the barriers between predators and herbivores. The green people of Kerbal form a deep friendship with the Minions. Scrooge McDuck recounts to Stark and Wayne the harsh reality that he's losing billions every minute and will be bankrupt in just six hundred years. Sonny and Chappie discuss their understanding of existence.

The world is cruel yet beautiful. To achieve this beauty, you must listen to the Space-Time Administration!

Serious summary: Rorschach simply wants to find a way to survive, but he cannot ignore the expectations others have built on his lies. He can only bite the bullet and move forward through the universe.

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.