Black Snake: I provoke a war between the old nobles and the emperor. No matter who wins, Ursus will be reborn from the ashes!

Young demon king, if you really want to put your foolish actions into practice and prevent Ursus from being reborn, then try to stop me, the incarnation of Ursus, the thousand-year-old god of Ursus!

Xia Yu: Wait, you said... you are a god? (Silently takes out the Heaven's Chain)

(This idea has filled my mind since I finished the eighth chapter. Guan Gong's battle with Qin Qiong has always been a topic I am passionate about. It's a pity that I have always been entangled in many things. Now I can publish the book. The setting is that the protagonist occupies the position of Kingu in the Absolute Warcraft Front, and then drifts to Terra.)

PS: Regarding the problem of the protagonist's combat power, I have already revised it. Really, I don't think that the combat power of the mercenary leader who was born in the dark and wanted to kill W is still weak. Regarding the problems in the early stage, I just want to show the protagonist's uneasiness when he first arrived in a strange world, so I always feel that my firepower is insufficient. Maybe the description is too deliberate, which makes everyone misunderstand.

What? This isn't Lupo! This is a compressed werewolf! Put him in blood, and he'll automatically grow bigger and taller. Look how strong his bloodsucking ability is! Look at him, a tiny 1.6 meters tall, but after drinking a lot of blood, he's a 3.5-meter by 2.2-meter Zaunian beast! Look, he doesn't shed fur or dander, and he's practically indestructible. Use him to deal with natural disasters, and then heal Oripathy or something—he's incredibly useful. What? Where can I buy something this good? Click on the novel to read it now, guaranteed to be a great read!

The end of a civilization...destruction? Or rebirth?

Originium, the origin of all development, a gift or a curse?

A 'stowaway' soul descended upon this land in a different form.

But is it really that simple?

Why did the purebloods of the former civilization walk the earth as the Sakota? Where are his former companions now missing? What he saw and heard, and the painful separation he felt, were beyond his control?

Is this a gift from God or a curse?

For God, probability is the least important thing.

but...

The birth of every new life means the end of another life.

Li Moxin: Yes, I did control their fate, but they still have me. I can definitely become the cornerstone of their future path~

Shapeshifter: Yes, this is the child I pushed. How is it? Does it feel tempting?

Chad Hill: If the future is too far to peek into, I won't avoid tomorrow anymore. Walking forward with everyone will be a whole new story.

Ideals and reality? Fiction?

Rhodes Island, Reunion Movement, Sarkaz.

This is a future that shows a different development.

The prophet, the priestess, the blood demon lord, the demon brother and sister, the patriot...

The Doctor, Precious, Ducare, Tracy and Theresa, Bozhukasti...

There are many people out there. What choices will they make for a different future?

"So, the end of every life also means the birth of a new life."

[Slow-burning], [Multiple female protagonists], [Pseudo-group portrait]

The author is a novice, please point out any shortcomings.

Containing elements of Undertale, yandere, and female doctor—a story where a girl chooses to be transported to another world because she wants to see others achieve their goals. Her abilities are almost entirely rule-based, and she even possesses a time-traveling artifact, which allows her to build relationships with many important figures. Isn't this pure wish-fulfillment fiction? "Then why are you locked up by these women like a prisoner of war? How did you manage that?" "Well, I wanted to see them achieve their goals, so I helped them." She counsels them with psychological problems, helps them solve their hardships, and gives them whatever they want. Then… "Did I do something wrong?" "…Serves you right, stay locked up." —Currently: Chernobog and the Doctor → Lungmen

Who is holding the piece?

Is this a dream...

Falin opened his eyes. This was like a dream, but not a dream. He could not feel the collision or the temperature. This place was very mysterious.

A firefly, a sofa, a fireplace, a small room, a red carpet, a spirit, a door...

Farin left the sofa. He had never been to this place before. Where was this? Occasionally, there was a clicking sound outside the door, not like footsteps, but more like pieces falling on a chessboard.

Falin looked at the decoration of the room. It was small and dark, but warm. The stove contributed a flickering light to the room. Not far from the sofa was a dark red desk and an old wooden chair. There was a small window, and the moonlight was faintly shining through the window.

At some point, the sound of chess pieces dropping outside stopped, and Farin nervously glanced at the door. After a moment, there was indeed no sound outside. Farin shifted his gaze elsewhere. The fireflies seemed to have frozen, suspended in the air, and the occasional flicker of fire in the stove had also stopped... It was as if time had stood still...

Only Farin was able to move. Farin pushed open the door and saw a large hall outside. In the center of the hall was a long table... There were many mist-like figures sitting beside the table.

He looked around and saw many doors on the wall. But he gradually realized something was wrong. The wall couldn't hold so many doors, yet there were so many doors. Blood was flowing from under some of the doors, and some were broken. Falin saw a sofa inside, and a woman was lying on the sofa. Her throat was cut, and she was lying there quietly. Behind each door was the same...

[The heroine is wheelchair-bound, blind, and in the advanced stages of oripathy. Acceptable progress is currently underway.] Before you is—Kasimir's wanted criminal, the treacherous witch, Kjerag's honorary saint, Victoria's protector, Rhinelife's acting governor, Agor's distinguished guest, Iberia's candidate for sainthood! Terra's recognized white moonlight! —Miss Noa Kyrielight

Equipped with the cheat code for Dark Dungeon, Doc Otter arrives on Terra, the land of the beast-eared girls. By equipping accessories, Otter can establish a mental link with the heroes, enabling micromanipulations like sniper operators moving five centimeters to the left... or forcibly breaking through mental barriers and taking over anyone's body! He's the protagonist, yet he's become the villainous boss... Wait? The cheat code is Dark Dungeon? No "1" suffix? That's fine. Is the protagonist and the boss the same person? Unusual? Not at all. Traces resembling an Iron Crown have been imprinted across Terra, following the footsteps of the Rhodes Island land carrier. Looking back, Otto couldn't help but sigh... There was a shark who had mistaken him for the "Lord of All Things" and who pretended to be sick from time to time to take advantage of him after waking up; a killer whale who seemed cold but was actually stupid and sold herself to him without knowing why; a self-redeeming dragon girl; a hypocritical bomb maniac; a premature bread maker; a Hippogriff female teacher with a collar and tied up all over her body... and Kal'tsit made a handgrip dynamometer gesture from a distance: A bread maker, right?

"If the Earth were shrunk to the size of a glass marble with a diameter of 1 cm, then the Sun would be about 117 meters away from the marble, a sphere with a diameter of about 1.09 meters. Coincidentally, it fits perfectly in my living room." A solar system model, a very common type of popular science textbook. Chen Ran was sure he had simply turned his head, but how did this solar system model suddenly come alive? "Terra? This planet model says Terra?" Which Terra? "Planet native detected: Skadi..." Oh, this Terra, Arknights, right? And Skadi, the killer whale. "Skadi is leading the Sea Si herd in an attempt to break through the star pod." The translucent bullet box flashed for a few seconds, completing the following paragraph. Chen Ran: "?" Wait a minute? Which Skadi is this? Which world line's Terra is this from?

[Day 1: I, Lu Shang, male, 24 years old, am a time traveler.] [Good news, I've traveled to Arknights.] [Bad news, everyone except me is just an NPC.] [Everyone only mechanically repeats the same sentence, doing the same thing every day.] [I suspect they're playing me.] [So I went to find the all-knowing Kal'tsit.] [Day 2: Kal'tsit is very smooth.] [It's confirmed, they are indeed all NPCs, not playing me.] [So what should I do next?] [Am I the only living person in the world? Will I die alone?] [Day 4: Angelica unexpectedly looks thin in her clothes.] [Day 5: Cintrea is really plain.] [Day 6: Lu Shang, Lu Shang, how could you be so depraved?] [Day 7: Skadi warms people's hearts.] [... ...] [Day 30: Wait, Kal'tsit seems to be alive?]

"My name is Qi Yuan, an ordinary Longmen citizen living in the slums." "I have a system called [Praise for Noble Morals]. As long as the good deeds I do touch people's hearts, I'll gain corresponding public virtue. The more people I touch, the more public virtue I gain." "Public virtue has many uses, like extracting items, strengthening the body, and skipping steps to master skills..." "So, I live a simple life in Longmen, doing one good deed a day, touching more people with my good deeds, while also constantly consuming public virtue." Until the Guards arrived. "I've repeatedly emphasized that I didn't corrupt the customs of the Terra continent!" "Lin Yuxia has always called her father Lao Deng, and the Emperor's performances have always been taxed as animal performances. They've always been like this, not me!" Shi Huaiya said nothing, pulling out a dictionary-thick book of merits (??) and slamming it down on the table. "Ning is a great philanthropist?" Qi Yuan pondered, looking at the countless good deeds before him.