For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.

Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?

Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.

Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.

And the madness.

Cultivate True Qi. Build the Foundation. Emerge as a Yin Spirit.

The Left-Hand Path is treacherous, one refines baleful energy, defiles the divine soul, and seeks fleeting freedom.

The path of the unorthodox is harsh, one must avoid earthfire, dodge astral winds, and survive to birth a Yang Spirit.

Now reborn, the Unorthodox Daoist returns.

In this life, I shall establish my own Dao lineage, forge my own Dao artifacts, and suppress all beneath Heaven.

Weirdness is growing, madness is whispering, and we are constantly traveling through unknown places.

Danger lurks in the world like a shadow.

Some people persevere, some are desperate, some are crazy, and some...

"What, the pancakes I ate in the morning had the blood of a mad beast in it?"

"This book hides twisted knowledge?"

"Were those things at night real, not dreams?"

"That's what, it's not that I don't believe it, it's that I want to open my eyes. Can you perform those again?" Xia Yanzhen thought for a moment and felt that he had read a lot and others couldn't deceive him.

This is the worst of times.

Doomsday is approaching, chaos, conspiracy, and war are the main themes of the continent.

“The Fool” was born, lighting a fire for people in the dark.

So, what kind of fate does Joyce, who also fell from Seiyuan Castle, bear, and what kind of changes will his arrival bring to the world?

This is a calamity legend.

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”

“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”

“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”

“You must think I’m mad.”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“It has already seen you.”

***

Oil is Its blood.

Thick smoke is Its breath.

Ore and steel are Its food.

The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.

The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.

They claim they are mere mortals.

Child, you’d best not argue.

You must understand:

Their technology is beyond comprehension.

Their production capacity is unimaginable.

A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.

Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.

How will you stop them?

With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?

You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.

***

“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”

“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”

(30,000 will be issued on the day of listing, and 20,000 will be issued for daily updates)

"I'm Batman. My name is Chen En, not Bruce Wayne, and I live in Beika Town. But the system told me that I'm Bruce Wayne, and I'm in Gotham City. When Batman fights super criminals and maintains law and order, I'll be rewarded."

"I said yes."

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Kaito Kidd: Riddler? Me? Isn't that a bit too hurtful?

Conan: Could you please stop standing there with that stupid coffee cup of yours and telling me I'm Batman when I ask you something?

Makoto Kusakabe: No, buddy, I went undercover to gather intelligence myself, how did that make me a two-faced person? Are you polite?

Gin: What clown? Why are you looking at me?

From My Cell Prison & The Last Gentleman books author.

【Immigration Notice】

Date: ████-██-██

Location: ‘██’

Application requirements are as follows:

1. Familiarize yourself with the ‘Corner Law’.

2. Have a clear understanding of █ people, anomalies, and monsters, and possess a certain level of appreciation for ██ literature.

3. Physically and mentally healthy, with no infectious diseases or history of mental illness.

4. Possess at least one skill, not limited to infrastructure, medicine, sports, etc.

5. Families have a high immigration priority.

Make the most important decision of your life, to become a new immigrant in the United Nations, and engrave your own name on the monument of human history.

Thank you for your cooperation.

It is well known that the Bismarck family is good at farming and cultivation.

The will of the harvest god, the master of thousands of plants, the catcher of the wheat field, the zombie partner, the lord of the magic painting, the founder of the famine club, Matthew Bismarck racked his brains to protect his farm: set up wizard heavy artillery to prevent wild animals from breaking in;

alchemical puppets to fertilize and catch insects; magic reactors to change temperature; stone circles to measure weather; goblin scholars to study wheat hybridization; recruit a group of hard-working zombies, and a responsible skeleton swordsman to drive away birds, strictly guarding the red line of cultivated land, everyone is responsible.

Fang Qingye was reborn, returning to the spring of 2008. At that time, he had just graduated from school and returned to his hometown county, where he became a junior bank employee.

What's the point of this life?

Strive? Work hard? Become an elite? Become a beast of burden?

No, no, isn't it nice to live a leisurely life in the county town?

Of course, you need to have a little money.

With his memories from his previous life and his experience of success or failure in the financial world, this doesn't seem like a difficult task.

So, he rode his little scooter to and from get off work on time every day, and unknowingly became a legendary figure in the underworld.

(This story takes place in a parallel universe. Please do not take it personally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.)

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