The quiet and peaceful Monster Camp is where the goblins have lived for generations, happily breeding here, living in harmony with the world. Until one day, an adventurer, wielding the Dawn Glaive and with monster heads hanging from his waist, entered, pushing a wooden cartwheel. Sherlock, smiling, declared to the goblins, "Any goblin taller than the cartwheel must die." The goblins responded with a "Gugugugugugu!" (Haha, you fool! How could a goblin be taller than the cartwheel?) Sherlock replied, "If you're all right, let's begin now." With a gentle push, Sherlock leveled the cartwheel. The goblins responded with a "%...&￥%￥!!!" ... [A pseudo-D&N world, slow-paced adventure, featuring both magic and martial arts, and a collection of monster encyclopedias] This book is also known as "The Strongest Adventurer on Earth, a Ruthless Map Pusher," "This Rider..."

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.

"You are nothing but the offspring of an evil god! Our allied forces have decided to annihilate you!" Without the approval of the Temple of the Benevolent God, the royal family of the Kingdom of Nesery was unjustly accused by the allied forces, based solely on rumors and history. As the youngest daughter of the Imperius royal family, Maginus Imperius watched helplessly as her home was destroyed and her family scattered and fled. Before she could even grieve, believing she had escaped, she was betrayed by the person she trusted most and died in the graveyard. Anger, resentment, sorrow… murderous intent, fear, tyranny… When the girl awoke again in the graveyard, she discovered that she had inexplicably traded magic and magical knowledge for life, but even so, being resurrected was enough to make her weep with joy. But what the girl didn't know was that for her, whose kingdom was destroyed and whose family perished, misfortune was far from over. Her only surviving brother died before her eyes; the corpses of her parents and siblings hung on the city walls; she eked out a living like a rat in the sewers… In this chaotic era, the girl, fallen from grace, could only take up her sword and forge a path of blood and fire that belonged to her alone. And at the end of this path lay eternal glory.

After failing the college entrance exam, Tang Rui crafted an admission letter from the Arcanist Academy and sent it to the group chat to ease the awkwardness. As it turned out, he was actually accepted. PS: This book is also known as "This Isn't Science, This Is Magic," "Believe Me, I'm a True Arcanist," and "This Is a Floating City, Not a Space Station." PS: This is a daily, farming-themed novel, not a combat-themed one. Don't stumble into it.

(Just for fun, don't criticize if you don't agree) Li Chang'an is the most steadfast cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation. His lifelong pursuit is to achieve immortality through seclusion, never causing any trouble. However, he's struck by a multi-dimensional live broadcast system, forcing him to demonstrate his power to countless dimensions. Fearful of death, he's forced to replace his live broadcasts with the most basic cultivation knowledge. He explains "Basic Breathing Techniques," demonstrates "One Hundred Ways to Draw a Cleansing Talisman," shares "One Hundred Tips for Avoiding Danger"... He simply wants to appease the system, collect his rewards, and continue to hide. Little does he know that what he considers mundane basics are, to the powerful in other worlds, supreme secrets that lead directly to the Great Dao! The talismans he casually draws are revered as divine scrolls in the magical world; the breathing techniques he teaches sanctify the body of a wasteland youth; and the avoidance techniques he teaches are revered as the highest tactical guide by the interstellar fleet. Unknowingly, countless geniuses and powerful figures from countless dimensions have become his devoted followers, constantly breaking through by "imagining" his every word. When Li Changan was finally forced to leave the mountain gate, he discovered that... The mighty swordsman in front of him was actually the top player in his live broadcast room; the Lich King who commanded the undead army behind him was actually his class representative; even the old man selling candied haws on the roadside ascended to heaven by listening to his lectures! Li Changan: "I said all this was a misunderstanding, do you believe it?" This is a story about a "strongest master" who desperately wants to be low-key, but is always imagined to be invincible by his disciples.

No one knows the identity of the Saint before the Goddess does. Before being chosen as the Saint, she might have come from the Church, from the Southern Kingdom, the daughter of a Grand Duke, a princess of a certain nation, or perhaps simply the daughter of a fisherman.

This has been the case for every Saint throughout history.

The current Saint is still a blank slate, knowing nothing. To face the crises and challenges ahead, she needs to accumulate knowledge, be tempered by battle, and develop greater foresight and independence.

Thus, the Saint needs to be tempered, and those who accompany her during that long journey of training are—the "Saint Sisters."

But...

This generation of Saint Sisters seems even more powerful than the Demon King himself?

...

"What should you be aware of when becoming a Nightstalker at Milton Keep—Adventurer's Camp?" "Three silver coins for a bottle of holy water, rent a rust-free short sword, and... always keep a rational mind." The night outside will devour your brain, the shadows in the fog will silently tear your cloak, and fear will erode your sanity. All you have is the sword in your hand, the remaining holy water in the bottle, and... a strong heart. But these three things are enough to get you through the night. [Slow-paced adventure, Darkest Dungeon-like world, mage, pseudo-D&D]

Long-range weapons are guaranteed to hit, like a lock-on cheat. Gatling gun in action, how about a precise barrage? A wall of sighs, anyone? Sword energy is fired, then curves back to hit again. One moment an S-shaped trajectory, the next a B-class trajectory. The enemy is speechless. Damn it, this is insulting! A humanoid self-propelled turret, a humanoid self-propelled nuke. Evil spirit: Dude, you're the really evil one.

"Ah! Skeleton monsters! Skeleton King! Skeleton Dead! Pale King! Oh, it's you, Master Brave! That's all right." The Skeleton Brave placed the Demon King's head before the King, tapping the table with his white knuckles. "Tell me, where is the next Demon King?" "Master Brave, you've killed all seven Demon Kings." "You're lying! I only killed six. Tell me, where did you hide the seventh Demon King?" "The seventh Demon King has surrendered to us. If he dies, all the dungeons on the continent will collapse. Please, Master Brave, spare his life." ...My name is Charles, a Brave Warrior summoned to another world by the Saint. Good news: I've successfully bound myself to the Brave Template, and my Brave Talents are refreshed every month. Bad news: I was summoned two years after my death, reduced to a weak and helpless Skeleton Monster. After striving to become stronger, slashing through dungeons, and becoming the strongest Skeleton, I discovered that the Saint had summoned several more human Warriors. Okay, you're trying to compete with me on your KPI, huh? Then roll up! Um, Demon King, don't run, your head will be counted as a hero's achievement! ... This book is also known as "The Hero Is Not Human Anymore!" "Reincarnated Skeleton, Forced Me to Be a Hero?" "Hero, But a Skeleton Monster?" "Saint, Dragon Lady, Witch Lady, Skeletons Can't Fall in Love!"

Shi Dou transmigrated to the Pokémon world and inherited a Fighting Gym. He intended to summon powerful Fighting-type Pokémon to defeat the Elite Four and the Champion, but unexpectedly, the system linked to an unknown dimension… When the light from his first summon faded, it wasn't the rare Kushala Daora, but a small, emerald-green Scyther with sharp arm blades. Pokémon: Incaros - Light's Retribution Level: 100 Type: Light, Fighting Soul Imprint: All own moves gain +1 priority, immune to all stat debuffs, and attack damage calculation is based on a super-effective multiplier of at least 2. Base Stats: 750 Where are the Pokémon I was promised? This art style is completely off! …When Arceus, the creator god, prepared to destroy the Pokémon world, descending with the power of the Eighteen Stone Tablets, a golden figure streaked across the sky, blocking the aura of the world-destroying [Pumice Stone]. Arceus: "Hmm? An unknown Pokémon? Fearless ants, the stone slabs are all open, all is nothingness under the law! Hmm... wait? What the heck is this Light-attribute attack called [Heavenly River Holy Light Slash]? The stone slabs don't have any related attributes!!!" Is this... right?? Tokito: "I already said, this is my family's Scizor, it only kills legendary Pokémon, not nobodies!"