Transmigrated into the body of a prince, only to be banished to a wasteland where even grass can't grow? No problem! As a top engineer, knowledge is power! Barbarian cavalry are strong? Sorry, my Maxim machine gun emplacements will handle any challenge! Enemy city walls are formidable? Men, bring up my 800mm "Staff of God" cannons! The Western Papacy wants to cause trouble? My steel fleet has arrived at port; even Jesus couldn't stop them, I'm telling you! Starting with burning cement and smelting steel, I'll build a super empire on this wasteland, a empire whose technology crushes the entire world!

(The author has completed a 4.5 million-word high-quality Infinite Terror fanfiction, quality guaranteed.) [Want to know the meaning of life? Want to really live?] [Yes/No] Luo Tian clicked "Yes." "And then?" "Then my savings were stolen, all of it." Having lost all his gold, Luo Tian discovered a huge problem with this world! Why isn't there a God's Space in Infinite Terror, but instead a fantasy world like in Death's Beginning? A conspiracy, it must be Fuxi's conspiracy! Fortunately, these fantasy worlds still follow the plot of Infinite Terror... probably. Hmm? Kunlun Base?! Isn't this a scrapped design? Standard energy? Ancient ruins? Wait a minute, why are there urban elements?! It's all stitched up. But, hehe, Luo Tian must survive! Fortunately, Luo Tian possesses the ability to simulate the heavens...

Introduction: Do you know Lu Ming? 682 Undying Lizard: Back in the day, I was evenly matched with him; that's something I'm proud of my whole life. 173 Little Peanut: He almost snapped my neck. 049 Plague Doctor: I admit my medical skills are inferior to his (forced). 096 Shy Person: I don't know why, but I feel a little shy around him. SCP Foundation: We can't control him anymore, let him do whatever he wants! No matter how special you are, you'll never have any secrets from him. Acid grenade launchers, rule-breaking skateboards, enhanced lavender spray… no matter how mysterious your abilities are, he'll always find something to counter them. Thus, a saying began to circulate in the SCP world: To avoid containment, you'd better avoid contact with Lu Ming. God: I feel like I've always lived in his shadow…

This is a supernatural fanfic with a novel angle. It tells the story of the protagonist traveling through the angel Hua Ye, becoming Hua Ye, and surpassing Hua Ye.

Unfortunately, the title and introduction of my book are still not pleasing to the eye.

For those who really like super gods, you can give it a try. This is a logical and refreshing article about super gods, which is joyful and non-toxic.

If you like Hua Ye, you can give it a try, but even if you don't like Hua Ye, you won't dislike the protagonist of this book. I still have this confidence.

Everyone hates Hua Ye, but everyone admires Hua Ye.

Join the great Heavenly Palace Order!

Well, I changed the introduction, but it won’t be any worse than before.

If you are an ordinary person living in the last days of zombies and monsters, are you afraid?

If you can easily learn all the martial arts of Grandpa Jin-Eighteen Palms of Dragon, Jiuyang Divine Power, Yijinjing, etc. Are you afraid?

Well, if you are still scared, how about advanced martial arts, such as three-point returning strength, Paiyun Zhangfengshen legs, Wanjian returning, Mo Ke Wuliang and so on?

I was just an ordinary librarian, but I unexpectedly gained the ability to edit reality. I wanted to develop my abilities discreetly, but the world forced me to become a god. The authorities see me as taboo, while the powerful revere me as a mentor. When the cataclysmic crisis descends, I close the book in my hand and smile calmly: "Don't rush, allow me to change a setting."

After awakening his superpowers at the end of the world, Shi Nai tore through space and traveled across the stars.

Unfortunately, I was unlucky and arrived at the poorest transformed planet. The people here don’t have enough food to eat or warm clothes to wear. Not only do they have to mine every day, but they also have to worry about attacks from star beasts.

In order to survive, Si Nai rolled up his sleeves, killed star beasts, made medicine, improved the land, planted crops, started live broadcasts, and became a profiteer...

Before he knew it, he had become the boss of the poor.

Mining is a tiring and thankless job, so whoever wants to do it can do it.

Argumentative person 1: You are just living a life of idleness and waiting to die. Only by mining can you obtain energy to make weapons to protect yourself.

The next day, the president of the Federal College said that food made from grains is delicious and much better than nutritional supplements.

Argumentative person: ...Don’t be so quick to slap me in the face.

Argumentative person 2: Your potion is made of weeds and can kill people.

Not long after, the officers of the main federal army publicly stated: Si Nai, I want medicine, you can name the price.

Argumentative 2: ...

Everyone in the galaxy knows that Sina is a profiteer, but they just can't control themselves. As long as she releases a new product, everyone rushes to buy it.

I cried out, asking if anyone could do something about this unscrupulous businessman, because if this continued, everyone would go bankrupt.

Later... another profiteer appeared in Sinai's live broadcast room: Why is the price of this muscle-growing pill so low? Double it!

Everyone: “…”

[Western Fantasy Group Transmigration + Online Game + Not Brainless + Adventure] After being reborn, Du Ling's first thought was to slap his boss twice and burn down the server room!

The game we painstakingly created has been transformed by alien races into a hub to connect to Earth. This world is doomed sooner or later, so we might as well take advantage of our insider connections to maximize our own benefits!

[Divine Remains Armament] Serial Number 00, let's go!

Wearing plate armor and carrying a lance, you call yourself an assassin?

Is that not allowed? Who says you have to fight head-on with a lance? I like to ambush from behind!

Attacking will make you stronger, and killing will allow you to seize the power of the divine artifact!

No, you're saying I saved the world?

Nonsense, I just want to live well in this other world and have some fun!

That's the story that happened a long, long, long time ago. . . . .

That is the era when human beings sink into boundless blood, which means that they should not respond every day, that the earth is not working, that they cannot survive, and that they cannot seek death. . . . . .

On that day, a tribe named Pan gave birth to a baby named Gu. . . . .

On that day, a tribe named Hong gave birth to a baby named Jun. . . . .

On that day, in a tribe called Li, the three brothers were surviving. . . . . .

On that day, a tribe named Ye was born. . . . .

That's the story that happened a long, long, long time ago. . . . .

That is the story of mankind's endless struggle, thousands of sacrifices, and finally creation of the world. That is. . . . .

Prehistoric calendar!

In the summer of 1619, a passenger ship carrying 905 crew and passengers ran aground at the southernmost tip of Vancouver Island. Four hundred-plus years of time difference — what changes will they bring to this era?