[Lord + War + Construction + Cultivation + Not Brainless + Not Invincible]

Five hundred and fifty-five years have passed since humans obtained the "power of the lord" and were forced to join the struggle for supremacy among all races.

During these 555 years, countless ancestors used their blood and lives to ensure the continuation of mankind, protect the human homeland, and defend the dignity of mankind.

It is precisely because of their silent contributions that we have created the current golden age of mankind.

However... the danger is not over.

The cruel struggle for supremacy among all races is still going on, and humans are still being watched by countless alien races.

In this environment, Qin Feng embarked on a journey, a road full of thorns...

(Holy Mother, please don’t enter! Holy Mother, please don’t enter! Holy Mother, please don’t enter!)

Before you stands Eric Hauteville, the Sword Master of Bohemia, the Rogue of Burgundy, the Sword of God, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, Grand Master of the Pirates of Joms, Earl of Glamorgan, Conqueror of Anatolia, Lord of Egypt and Cyprus, the Great and Terrible, King of Gold and Blood!

He traveled through time and space as the second son of Robert Hauteville, the conqueror of southern Italy in 1066. However, his father sent him to a monastery and didn't even give him the title of baron.

A Norman monk begins his adventure.

(Microsystem novel, based on historical figures.)

【Heavenly Rescue System】

[Novice gift pack, junior master counter, two pairs of lock picking, junior priest qualification of Lucifer Servant Society]

[Steal an apple, Agility +1]

[Defeat three robbers, Strength +1, points...

Traveling back to June 22, 1941, Li Bing, a Red Army stationmaster, was deployed to the Western Front. Facing the onslaught of the German army and the impending collapse of the front, he knew his chaotic warehouses and newly arrived reinforcements might be his last hope of stabilizing the front. He had no tanks, no reinforcements, and even limited historical knowledge. Yet, an order from headquarters left him perplexed: "Support the frontline fortress! Me?"

Li Bing pointed at himself and looked at the order in disbelief. This instruction - was it true or false?

Let’s see how the station chief writes a glorious military epic on the brutal Eastern Front!

[Low score at the beginning] [Science fiction interstellar, the protagonist grows from 0, early development vests appear, fictional forces swallow up the big with the small, and in the later stage, the army explodes and sweeps the world]

This is the story of a high school student who goes from being the young master of a fictional faction to becoming the overlord of the universe with trillions of ships!

Good news: Bound to a citizen terminal of a super empire that rules half of the universe.

The bad news: I am just a poor student from a low-level civilization and have no connection with that unknown empire (that is, I am an illegal resident).

Lin Fan connected to a citizen terminal that had lost contact with the Randy Empire. With the advanced technology of the terminal database, a fictional Tianheng organization came into being.

With the help of the fictional super power Tianheng, Lin Fan pretends to be a tiger and eats the wolf, gradually strengthening himself.

That day began.

A general-level master who calls himself the Starlight Knights appeared in the Federation. He became famous after a fierce battle in the starry sea and was feared by the Federation.

The Federation forces discovered that Tianheng was hiding five legions and five knight orders, and was suppressing the Cloverfield star field.

The forces in the Cloverfield star field discovered that this world actually has the Supreme Council of Humanity. Is this just a corner of the wilderness?

The manipulator behind all these sensational news was none other than Lin Fan.

He hid behind the scenes, controlling one vest after another, allowing Tianheng's top executives to return to their positions one by one, and turning one lie after another into reality.

As the news spread more and more widely, some people began to question the authenticity of Tianheng.

"What?! You said my Tian Heng is fake?"

Lin Fan pointed at the billions of warships behind him and said, "Have you asked about my Dark Matter Zero Pulse Cannon? It's 2,000km in diameter. Have you asked for its opinion?!"

"Now, I am the Supreme Council of the human race. Who is in favor? Who is against!"

Richard, the time traveler, faced both good news and bad news. Good news: He'd traveled through time and become a wealthy young man. Bad news: He'd arrived in the unfamiliar land of Oluba. Good news: Pokhrani, where he lived, was a wealthy nation rich in "star steel" deposits. Bad news: It was September 1, 939, and Pokhrani, facing the "blitzkrieg" launched by the Talmenrecher Empire, was about to collapse. Watching the Stukas swooping down from the sky, the time traveler was overcome with grief. "This place is terrifying! Let me go home!" Six years had passed in a flash, and Richard had earned many titles. He was universally recognized by all Pokhranians as the greatest national hero of the 20th century; he was the nemesis of the Desert Fox; he was the "White Death" who had killed the most enemy officers...

Chen Jie, who had just graduated from university half a year ago, needed a large sum of money because his father was injured and hospitalized.

A hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part, and bad luck only finds the unfortunate people!

The poorer you are, the less likely you are to borrow money!

Just when he was extremely anxious, he saw a piece of 'Blood Dragon Jade' that his father had hidden in the cabinet!

By chance, he discovered that this piece of 'Blood Dragon Jade' could allow him to travel to another world.

This is a world where Chinese martial arts flourish, but it is also an era where people are bullied by the powerful Western powers with their powerful ships and guns!

Here we have the head rickshaw driver of West City, 'Ghost Leg Seven', and the quiet and dignified 'Thirteenth Aunt'...!

What can you do by crossing two worlds?

Nonsense, you must make money first!

A hundred-year-old wild ginseng costs only one silver dollar, two hundred dollars?

——Pack it up, pack it all up!

A top-grade jade bracelet for only two silver dollars, four hundred yuan?

—Pack it up! I want them all!

——

What?

Is the Japanese fleet so powerful? They went to Bohai to show off their power.

——Torpedo! Here comes my torpedo, how does it taste!?

certainly,

This is just the beginning!

Then Chen Jie discovered that if he wanted to travel freely between the two worlds, he had to practice martial arts -!

[Double penetration + Chinese martial arts + urban boxing + two-world trader + cool story! ]

[Gundam SEED Fanfiction] QQ Group: 414405154 - Exchange and discuss civilizations! ———————————— Reborn into the world of Gundam SEED, he spent fifteen peaceful years in Copernicus City, only to relocate to Junius VII. Felix's scalp tingled at the thought of Junius VII's future. Realizing that relocating might prove futile, Felix resolutely decided to join ZAFT, determined to change Junius VII's fate and save his parents. Entering the vortex of war, Felix realized that once the arrow is shot, there's no turning back. To achieve the future he desires, he must constantly move forward and make choices. ………… "The world is a vast makeshift theater, where everyone is both an actor and a screenwriter; the script is constantly changing, the performance is constantly shifting, the future is constantly being reset; only the director who calls a halt has the right to determine the future!" - Author Hu Yan

As the Hun's horses' hooves shattered the ice of the Rhine, the 16-year-old Roman farmer Marcus knew only two things: run, and revenge.

On the day his village burned to the ground, his parents' blood soaked his sandals, his sister's cries were swallowed by the barbarians' wild laughter. From a slave in the army to a blood-soaked centurion, he grasped the old centurion's sword and tore his way through the corrupt legions: officers fed the barbarians with rations, the emperor watched the flames of Rome drunkenly, and even the swords of Gothic mercenaries were sharper than Roman standards.

When the Vandals sacked the Eternal City, he dragged his dying sister out of the pile of corpses, but his only response was "Don't let Rome rot completely."

In 476, the last Western Roman emperor stepped down from the throne. Marcus stood among the broken pillars, the rust on his sword redder than the setting sun. The empire was dead, but the smoke from cooking stoves crushed by iron hooves, the sighs of dying veterans, the faded word "Rome" on the pages of books—he wanted to let them breathe a little longer in the setting sun.

This is not an epic about saving the world, but a story about a small person who uses his life to protect a spark of light in an era of collapse.

By chance, he traveled back to the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty.

Originally, relying on the advantage of being a time traveler, he could easily marry the eldest princess Li Lizhi, and even become a high-ranking official, becoming a model of time travel. However, reality gave Ling Tian a hard slap in the face. His business was snatched away by aristocratic families, and his imperial examination results were replaced by others.

Just when Ling Tian was thinking about whether he should learn from Huang Chao, the golden finger finally arrived.

On this day, Ling Tian pulled over a close friend he had met in the pleasure boat and said, "Old Tang, are you interested in joining me in a rebellion and overthrowing that bastard Li Er?"

While European merchant ships were still searching for new trade routes across the world's oceans in the 17th century, in the distant region of Australia, the sound of roaring industrial machines could be heard.

Truckloads of coal are being shipped to factories, and countless industrial products are flowing to overseas markets.

When we come to trade with you with our goods, please do not let the cloth drop from our hands and hold the muskets behind our backs.

When the line infantry marched toward the earth in neat steps, when the cold cannons fired scorching shells.

Jiang Zirui stood at the harbor, watching the ironclad ships and merchant ships raise their red dragon flags, and pointed his finger into the distance.

"Let's go! Free trade!"