The hot-blooded young man was indomitable, and once his bloodline awakened, he commanded the gods of all realms. Cultivate god-level skills, become a supreme body, and compete with all the geniuses. Slaughter demons, crush all realms, and shock the heavens.

[You have traveled through time, and the wealthy businessman starts the game, but the blood stains all over the floor remind you that everything is not normal. Just when you are about to clean up the scene, there is a knock on the door from the police...]

[You are imprisoned and are about to be pushed to the shooting range as a scapegoat. In order to save yourself, you can only find a way to bribe the prison guards...]

[You discovered during self-rescue that the peanuts on the shooting range are not the only threat to your life. There are unspeakable things lurking in the darkness, revealing a hungry mouth...]

Once he traveled through time and was imprisoned, Lin En could only rely on his own brain to survive. He worked hard from the bottom to become bigger and stronger and create greater glory. He never thought that the world would never be as good as he wanted.

Years later.

"Why do you call me the evil god? It's time to liquidate you, the parasites of history, the remnants of the past, the hangings on street lamps, the reactionaries!"

…

Nature, sequence, relics, extraordinary people; this is the struggle of those from the lower reaches of history.

War, capital, innovation, gods; this is the crowning legend of the Underlord.

In the world of martial arts, the strong are respected! Fist, power is connected, the strong makes the rules! The young man defied the odds, rose up strong, and made his own rules.

There is nothing that cannot be settled with one sword. If one sword cannot do it, just use two swords!

Queen Lu's biggest regret during her lifetime was that she was not successfully promoted to be the Queen Mother.

Open your eyes and return to your youth.

Of course, he is a man who kicks a dog and wants revenge.

She never expected that on the way to revenge, a pair of dark eyes would stare at her...

"Ever since I was born, I have had the same dream every day, and the same day keeps repeating in my dream."

"What did you do in your dream?"

"Robbing banks, blowing up buildings, picking up girls, Grand Theft Auto... Anyway, it was in my dreams, so naturally I did a lot of lawless things."

"Tell me what you did last night."

"Yesterday was more interesting. This is the first time I've dreamed about someone I know in real life for so long. She was a very beautiful girl..."

"Uh-huh."

The policeman nodded while taking notes:

"Keep talking, I'm listening."

The dark night has been endless since time immemorial. It all starts with a great plan. Not knowing everything, not remembering the past, as a variable, Lin Jue came to the collapsing world, and brought a system with him. Then...playing games leisurely with Bronya in a world where ghosts are rampant, facing the world's pursuit with Kiana together, and fighting wits and courage with the secrets with Mei... Time passed by, and the stars passed by. Lin Jue was driving the Hyperion, and while traveling in the vast universe, he looked back at Kiana, Mei, Bronya, Fu Hua, Xi'er, Rita, and Youlandel on the ship. , Yae Sakura, Theresa, Himeko... "It seems that at the beginning, I just wanted to take them to find a place to rest?"

ps: This is not a pure fanfic (meaning more than just writing Honkai Impact World), and some settings in Honkai Impact will be changed. Please be careful if you are interested in the party and want to read pure fan fiction. In addition, the author is a sophomore in high school, and it is not surprising that he usually updates once a day, and occasionally once every two days...

"You should have told me earlier that he was the craftsman who created you, Perturabo."

"Then I can be harsher on you."

…

A craftsman, a wrapping cloth, a side of glass, a rein;

The forger who smelt iron and stone, the minstrel of Olympia.

Morse.

This is my new name, given by your creation - Perturabo, your failed instrument, your unsuccessful man.

O Emperor, the yoke of our sins is bound by your hands, and like a yoke is tied around your neck.

(The author is unspeakably loyal and 100% imperialist)

At his best friend’s memorial service, Bai Yan almost burst out laughing and got beaten to death.

Along the way, Bai Yan’s fits of laughter turned into ones of anger. His joy quickly turned to sorrow as he met his punishment that night.

He curiously opened the app that he had never seen before on his phone and was suddenly pulled into a terrifying world of reincarnation…

An infinite stream of horror flowed into his mind, ominous descriptions, breakthroughs, and storylines.