[Western fantasy continent, traveling through another world, IQ online, special operations, unconventional warfare, multiple lines, no cheats, no system, not invincible, not cool]

"What? Am I a heretic?"

In 2036, an 18A commander from the 20th Special Operations Group of the Cynotran Army stepped into a different world ruled by magic and faith.

The spiritual marrow mine maintains the delicate and fragile peace between the two worlds, and he carries the will of his motherland, goes deep into the "gray area" shrouded in the shadow of the Holy See, and operates on the edge of illegality and denial.

Modern technology cannot be relied upon, and it is difficult to shake theocracy alone.

He took every step carefully, using modern technology, tactics, and procedures as his weapons and manpower as his network to weave an alliance of destiny in the gap between alien worlds and the game between great powers.

(Be forewarning:

It's not a fanfiction, it's a purely original worldview;

There are many female protagonists, and the female protagonists are all independent and strong;

Based on the techniques, tactics and multipliers used in the 2000s and recent years, the calculations are sophisticated and reasonable, but flat data is avoided.

The writing style is the author's preference and is different from general online articles)

From a young age, he harbored ambitions to become a marshal commanding all the armies in the world. He believed that to become a marshal, one must first become a general, and to become a general, one must start as a common soldier.

"When the Lord Jesus comes the second time, those who have died in Christ will first be raised from their graves."

—1 Thessalonians 4:16

In 2019, a zombie virus broke out and quickly swept the world within a few months.

Communications were interrupted, water and electricity stopped, chemical plants leaked, nuclear power plants exploded, and the city became a scorched earth.

In an age without gods, legends, or saviors, the fire of survival is rekindled by countless mortal hands.

Resident Evil zombie theme ABO setting, AO matching, people are cruel and talkative, but they are not good at sex. They are handsome but only have three seconds to attack. Although they have explosive combat power, they are unlucky in their life.

A post-apocalyptic wasteland story, zombie melee, no space, no superpowers, no cultivation, sour and bloody Xiaobai, HE~

A reborn young master, Confucius is in his prime, Yanzi is old and frail, Sun Tzu's military treatise is unfinished, and the powerful state of Jin is on the verge of collapse due to the infighting among the ministers... As a son, his courage surpasses all others. One day, he avenges his father, and the world is shaken—this is enough for a true man.

At this moment, I gaze upon the lush reeds, wondering where my beloved is amidst the autumn waters. In the mulberry grove by the city corner, a quiet maiden hesitates, while the ospreys cry. A gentleman seeks her out—what more could a good man ask for?

In this era of great contention, when the world is vying for supremacy, and Qing Ji is still alive, what will become of the world?

Located in the southern part of the Zemurian continent, in the Kingdom of Liberl, a land of peace is constantly witnessing breathtaking power struggles and intrigue. An ending is merely the beginning of the next, a cycle that repeats endlessly. When the goddess pushes his destiny to the brink of danger, facing a perilous enemy, will he have the courage to draw the next card to counter? "Hmm, even the smallest number cannot be ignored as it has the potential to overturn the tide." (This book is a fanfiction of Trails of Cold Steel; the protagonist is an original character.)

The history of the late Ming Dynasty was chaotic and complex, and can be described as a history written by a few people with strong personal charisma.

Whether it was rebels like Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong, rulers like Chongzhen and Yuan Chonghuan, or traitors like Wu Sangui and Geng Jingzhong, each of them had many stories. It was because of these wonderful stories that the history of the late Ming Dynasty became so grand and turbulent.

To write this period of history well, we must naturally depict vivid characters, regardless of their stance. We stand on the edge of the long river of history and observe from the sidelines; they are merely a ripple in this long river.

To observe the world with a critical eye is what we need to do now, and to observe history with a critical eye is also a pursuit in our lives.

The river of history has flowed to our feet, and we can stand on its banks, ready to embrace our history.

From suppressing the rebellion and reducing the power of the princes to relocating the capital and compiling the classics, from conquering the Mongols to venturing to Southeast Asia, I was omnipresent, yet no one knew of my presence. I wielded power in my sleeves, traveling incognito, discreetly! Discreetness is the key to success. A tortuous life, a passive fate, ultimately led to his rise and counterattack. Seemingly a powerless imposter, he reversed his passive life trajectory, creating a new landscape for the entire environment! The turbulent struggle for the throne, the meticulously planned reforms to reduce the power of the princes, the glorious moment of the Yongle Encyclopedia, the decisive relocation of the capital, the internal strife and external rebellions—in all these events, large and small, his shadow could not be erased, his footprints could not be concealed! The early Ming Dynasty was a time of constant turmoil. It was an era of receding turmoil, yet a group of heroes and ruthless figures stirred history, pushing the Ming Dynasty's rule to its first peak! In such a historical context, how did a small figure from modern times manage to manipulate events, intervene in such upheaval, and achieve his own discreet glory?

[Slightly hardcore] + [A huge number of self-created academies and students] + [With both angst and sweet moments] + [Daily life/battle]...

Thirty years ago, the Seventeenth Joint Campus was destroyed by an unknown force, turning the once prosperous academy into a desolate ruin. Our forefathers fought desperately during the catastrophe, sacrificing their lives to give their descendants a chance to survive. However, the survivors still wander among the ruins, lost, helpless, and uncertain of the future.

Just as despair was spreading, a firm voice rang out:

"Reconstruction, revival, revenge."

Guided by this brief yet powerful message, the students of Campus 17 wiped away their tears and rose again. They rebuilt their homes from the ruins, unearthing buried scientific discoveries from the depths of the rubble, etching the tragedy into their hearts and transforming past pain into motivation for progress. Beneath the wasteland lies not only a shattered civilization, but also revelations powerful enough to change the future.

Thirty years later, when a similar disaster struck another school known as "Children's Eden," the students of the Seventeenth Campus resolutely raised the blade of revenge. They were no longer helpless survivors, but fighters who had overcome the shadow of death. With thirty years of accumulated experience and the strength forged from the ruins, they would safeguard hope and reverse their fate.

"The past belongs to history, but we remember it."

"What is now ruins, we will rebuild."

"The future belongs to hope, and we create it."

(Part 3 ongoing! Updated every Friday at 2 PM) This world of martial arts is becoming less and less like the martial arts world! "Under the Sky" tells the story of an unprecedented era of martial arts: imperial power has long since vanished, knights-errant are licensed to practice, enemies are killed according to the rules, and the former rules of the martial arts world have all evolved into laws. However, why are chivalry, justice, and the hearts of the people gradually fading away...?

Maggots feed on decay, then transform into flies; mountains of corpses and seas of blood give rise to swords of the highest order.

In the late Song and early Yuan dynasties, a distraught Song soldier awakens in the deserts of the Western Regions. Beside him lie countless gruesome skeletons, and in the distance, the young emperor he swore to protect. His past is hazy, his future uncertain. In a desolate valley, he will find an ancient palace, where he will encounter Mongols, Kazakhs, countless man-eating beasts, armored monsters, and a haunting, inescapable destiny.

I have a 1.5 million-word completed novel on Qidian.com called "Portrait of a Mask," and I sincerely guarantee that it will not be abandoned.