[Western Fantasy][Anime][Magic Old Deng][Farming]

Frilian: From the moment I met you, time began to flow in my world.

Celia: Whether it takes a thousand years or ten thousand years, I will wait here for the day of defeat.

Huihui: I wish I could eat Lynn's food more often.

Yotsuya Miko: Waaaaah, I really don't want to see this at all.

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[Mount & Blade + Lords' War + Medieval + System + Invincible + Farming] Cong Wuyang transmigrated, bringing with him a body with maxed-out stats from a cheat engine and a system fully loaded with mods. Here, there is no magic, no battle aura, but war is the constant theme. Here, there are lords, kings, and emperors. Death, violence, and the clash of blood and fire are played out every moment! ... Cong Wuyang rode his warhorse, watching the neatly arranged ranks of imperial soldiers marching around him. In the distance, squadrons of elite imperial armored cavalry galloped out, followed by the Khwarezm Khan's guards on horseback, bows drawn. And on the city walls stood imperial...

Years later, Harry, the Auror, would sit at the Three Broomsticks bar, still recalling that distant afternoon when Phoenix led them to arrest the reactionary Fudge. "The Ministry of Magic under Fudge's leadership is no longer effectively able to deal with Voldemort's terrorist attacks. Therefore, I hereby announce the dismissal of Fudge, Umbridge, and their reactionary group within the Ministry of Magic, and a thorough investigation into their past crimes, with zero tolerance." "I have finished speaking. Who agrees? Who disagrees?" Phoenix stared sternly at the dark mass of people before him. Their faces were resolute. They replied with only one sentence: "Heil, Grindelwald."

The protagonist transmigrates into the body of the son of a marquis in another world, inheriting the marquisate's title, developing the marquisate's territory, leading surrounding nobles, fighting against his own kingdom and neighboring countries, and ultimately becoming a grand duke. The protagonist has no system, no special abilities, and no harem; he conquers the world solely through his 21st-century knowledge and millennia-old Chinese military wisdom.

When a 21st-century financial history apprentice awakens in an accident, he finds himself a member of the heart of the British Empire in 1890—Prince Arthur, grandson of Queen Victoria. He possesses knowledge from the future, yet is seen as a maverick by the ancient aristocratic system. A meticulously planned "gilding" and "exile" transports him to the far reaches of the world—Australia. This is a forgotten corner of the empire, a wild continent brimming with potential, comprised of six independent colonies. Faced with a fragmented colony, a backward industrial base, and the looming shadow of world war, Arthur knows this is the perfect stage for him to change his destiny and alter history. He mines for gold, unifies the railways, and establishes a federation, tightly binding the continent together. He "invites" the impoverished genius Tesla from America to power the entire nation with alternating current; he defies opposition to build a Pacific Fleet surpassing the "Dreadnought"; he plans ahead to avoid the Great Depression, making Australia a safe haven for global capital. When the flames of two world wars shattered the old world order, Arthur and the Australian Empire he built were no longer vassals of an empire, but rather players on the chessboard of global dominance. This is a legend of building a colony into the world's leading power from scratch, using advanced knowledge to propel the wheels of history. A new era belonging to Arthur and to Australia is about to begin.

"According to predictions and scientific calculations, the temperature of the entire world will drop to minus forty degrees Celsius within three years, and even the Earth's core will be frozen within three hundred years."

"So what should we do?"

"Let's unite all our strength and build shelters together. In the face of disaster, we must stand together. Everyone needs to do what they can for the future of humanity!"

"But what if some people don't want to work and just want to eat and be lazy?"

"Then let him die! Activate the alchemical golems and large robots; we don't tolerate troublemakers!"

Similar to the setting of Frostpunk, it has fantasy elements and a steampunk background. Those who mind should proceed with caution.

[A long-time Doraemon fan, a childhood memory, no system, multiple female leads, theatrical version]

[The plot features a lot of fan-made and original elements, but the main storyline remains the same. Join Doraemon on his grand adventure!]

High school student Chu Mushan is reborn as Dekisugi from Doraemon. Before he can even experience a leisurely daily life, he is transported to 13th-century Europe by a time warp.

WTF! Director, this script is wrong! Let me go back!

He had resigned himself to his fate, but he found that things were not as simple as he had imagined, looking at the proud blonde girl in front of him.

Chu Mushan scratched her head and muttered to herself, "Is this—the movie?!"

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By consuming the blood of a blood beast, one can acquire superpowers based on the blood beast, but these superpowers are not limited to that.

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This world is strange; there are many kings, countless princes, and many, many princesses.

Fairy tales are indeed beautiful, but often it feels like the princes and princesses are all a bit crazy—they fall in love after just one kiss, or click at first sight.

Wait a minute, she's underage. Let's not even talk about the prince, but this princess is underage!

It seems like many of these stories involve marriage before love blossoms, but that's okay; fairy tales are like that—love at first sight is normal.

What else does it mean to say, "I want to play the role of a child, a knight in a fairy tale"?

Aren't they all fairy tales? What's the difference? There shouldn't be any difference, right?

The soldier obtained the tinderbox and the gold coins, and asked the witch to tell him how to use the tinderbox and why he had taken it.

According to the version, the witch didn't tell the soldiers, and then she was killed by them.

The second witch tried to strike first, but the soldier noticed and chopped her down with a single blow.

As a knight, how should you help them in this situation? Uh, help my ass! Both of them are insane!

What's even more ridiculous is that he seems to be right about both of them!

The witch used the soldier to obtain the tinderbox. After the soldier inquired about the tinderbox's use without receiving any information, he killed the witch to protect himself.

Otherwise, if the witch got her hands on the tinderbox, she might use the three dogs inside to attack the soldiers.

But the soldiers took the gold coins, the tinderbox, and killed the witch—they took everything they could.

You want me to manage myself? How am I supposed to manage that? I'm still a knight among children!

There are many similar stories. I feel that they both have a point, but if I were to act as the middleman, I feel that they are both crazy.

New Rome, Queen of Cities. The grains of Europe and the olives of Asia nourished this unparalleled crown of the Mediterranean world. Amber and furs from the depths of the Rus' forests, along with spices and silks from Persia, flowed through the Bosphorus into the Golden Horn. The camel bells of merchants rang incessantly, and pilgrims were awestruck by the city's prosperity. Patriarchs and believers offered heartfelt blessings to the Emperor in the Brahna Palace. "Great Basilius! You are the embodiment of the Lord on earth, the restorer of the beginning of the land, the sharp hunter who tears apart vultures and hyenas… You are also the chilling massacre of the Normans, the blood and tears of the Armenians, and the cold nightmare that haunts the Latin heretics night after night." Thus Honiatis wrote in the *Chronicle of Nikiforus*: The pulse of Rome beats because of you…