The journey of account control by Han Feng, a fanatical local enthusiast!

[Grassland Regiment] Top trumpeter Han Feng was unexpectedly reborn, awakened the trumpet control system, and could use his consciousness to control thousands of troops to fight anytime and anywhere.

"Don't ask me how much I can control, as long as I can beat you!"

"I'm sorry, I never fight alone, I only fight in groups!"

"Is it amazing to be so red? I'll kill you with my numbers!"

From then on, a top mercenary group [Maple Organization] was born, but no one knows who is behind it all!

What if one day, every spacecraft in outer space around Earth—whether it's China's Changgong Space Station or the US SpaceLink satellite constellation—were destroyed, their debris forever circling the Earth, like the gnarled rope tightly wrapped around a prisoner's neck on a gallows? Would you still be able to breathe? Could you escape unscathed? Could such a scenario ever happen? If it did, would it be a blessing or a curse? Would you choose to be imprisoned in the heavens, or break free? Waiting online, it's urgent.

Having transmigrated to the world of Panlong, Hao En initially believed himself to be just an ordinary person. However, after mastering a sliver of magic, Hao En discovered that he seemed to possess an undead body in the Underworld. …When Hao En finally obtained the method for cultivating necromancy and summoned his other self, and experienced the ability to sense the effectiveness of his cultivation efforts while his two bodies were training, Hao En knew that he would become eternal!

In the middle of the 21st century, a meaningful message brought mankind to an unknown territory-the Boundary Convention: unknown purpose, unknown source, what kind of crazy extraterrestrial invasion? Or is it an attempt to cover up between major powers?

Since then, earth-shaking changes have taken place on the earth, rising sea levels compress the living space of human beings, and the weird body decomposition makes the only human beings face the crisis of genocide... Everything seems to indicate that human beings will eventually be bound by gravity Live alone, die alone.

More and more things with visions squeezed into this tiny planet from unheard of places. Supporters, opponents, and human beings with their own ulterior motives also began to make enemies in private for their own ideas.

A woman in an oil painting seems to be the key to everything. She makes people crazy but also gives people hope... Can men and women on the pioneers still smile?