[Firearms + Space + Technology + Magic + Genius + Nobility + Many Women + Slow Heat]
(No system, not a cool story, the pace is relatively slow, please read with caution)
From seven steps away, the gun is fast; from seven steps away, the gun is fast and accurate.
"You'd better be defeated by my magic. Otherwise, when I take out the high-tech magic weapon on my waist - the three magic array golden desert eagle plus the space enchanted explosive bomb, which will hit the target as soon as it is fired, and explode as soon as it hits, how will you respond?"
Floating gun, tracking sword, iron warrior, void fortress, God's staff...
“Oh my God! Times have changed.” —Murray Greene
Azeroth is troubled by internal and external troubles, and countless enemies are waiting to eat this cake.
If you want to survive, people must fight hard to win that ray of life.
However, those powerful tribes are not in their positions.
The five-colored dragons are fighting internally and internally, and they have not fulfilled their responsibility of protection at all!
The human guardians who have powerful magical powers are leading the way for the Burning Legion.
The high elves lie down under the shade of the trees of their predecessors, unaware that danger is approaching.
The night elves are even more excessive, they just fall asleep!
Lying down, betraying, pretending to be dead, all kinds of monsters are tossing around in Azeroth, waiting for the final judgment.
A high-level elf boy who has awakened the memory of another world is working hard to cultivate in order to prevent the world from being destroyed.
Yes, as long as I am strong enough, the world will not be destroyed!
"A person wants to find safety in larger calibers, longer ranges, and more powerful firepower—what's wrong with that?"
"So, you’ve created tens of thousands of skeletal mech legions, ghostly airstrike fleets, the Sea of Death Armageddon fleet, and undead heavy armor brigades... and turned the school anniversary into your personal undead arms marketplace?"
Facing the school newspaper reporter’s questions, Rhodes' gaze drifted, and his words faltered.
"Those... those are for civilian use!" Coughs, "Can we talk about something else?"
The reporter took a deep breath: "Alright, let's shift to some campus curiosities. Why is the magic academy's front gate blown up daily? Why are the magical beasts kept on campus suddenly running wild? And there have been repeated ghost sightings in the women's bathhouse—are they real or just rumors? Also, why has a 13th-tier Demon Lord appeared...?"
This book tells the story of a blue dragon belonging to the five-colored dragon, from hatching from its shell to building its own legendary story. The beginning of this journey begins with a story called "Broken Scales". "From the moment a dragon is born, it will go through a cycle of old scales breaking and falling off, and then new scales growing at every age. For a dragon, this is a necessary process for growth." - Dragon research expert Bruce, "The Life of a Dragon"
“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?”
[MC + Western Fantasy + Lord]
(Alternate Title: The Growth Diary of a God and His Church)
In the third year of the Light Calendar on the Rodri Continent, Ian addressed his people:
"I've said this countless times—defeating the Abyss and the Demon King doesn’t automatically make me the God of Light! And my MC world is not the Kingdom of Light!"
"Dragons—my Ender Dragon is not your Dragon God! Tell those dragonesses to stop coming here asking for offspring!"
"Dwarves—quit obsessing over Iron Golems and start researching Redstone technology! Golems don’t reproduce, no matter how much you tinker with them!"
"Elves—stop using bone meal to force the World Tree to grow! The Winged Clan has filed multiple complaints—your trees are shooting up like rockets and invading their territory!"
"At this rate, I might as well relocate all of you to the Twilight Forest!"
"And finally! Call me..."
For a great arcanist, the floating city is just the foundation of everything.
The correct way to open it requires at least: High Arcane Council, Interstellar Dreadnought, Construct Golem Legion, Planar Fortress, Space-Time Barrier, Elemental Fusion Reactor, Antimatter Missile...
——Quotes from veteran gamers.
For Brian who traveled to the prime material world of Toril.
In order to reforge new arcane glory, his first goal is to save his rear base, a small plane that is about to be destroyed by the ancient evil.
Then, in the land of the Forgotten Realms, collect the lost Nether Scrolls of the Arcane Empire, the Seven Artifacts of Imaskar of the Mechanical Empire, and explore ancient lands and countless lost magical civilizations in the depths of the multiverse.
[Group Portrait] + [Multiple Cultivation Systems] + [No Female Lead] + [No Harem] + [Manage Farming] + [World Building]
The chaotic order is collapsing, and the creatures living under the order begin to challenge the order, gain benefits, and try to become the new strongest. Jiang Tong was reborn as a variable under this order, and obtained a newly born nameless small world. He deduced countless cultivation systems, sought the way to the highest, replaced the chaotic order of the old era, and suppressed all chaos. There are star beasts that are comparable to the Milky Way, humanoid trolls that break stars and cut black holes, Taoist gods who harvest all living beings, scientific madmen who study everything, and invincible existences that suppress all enemies with their bodies... Various cultivation systems have been created in the world, including the long river system that opens up the avenue, the ancient mysterious witchcraft system, the colorful magic system, and endless historical heroes.
River God: Kind human~ Is that a golden axe or a silver axe that you dropped into the river?
Chen Jue: Neither, grandpa. What I dropped is a wooden axe with a durability of 60!
River God: WTF? ? ?
(When a casual farming game called "Minecraft" accidentally invades reality, just be a happy block digger!)
PS: This book is also known as "I Play MC in the Real World", "My Axe Has Durability", "No Zombies Will Spawn When It's Dark", and "The Earth Has Become Cube".
the first year. "There's something about Luke Field, but not much. I could do what he does now when I was ten," Tony Stark told reporters.
the second year. "Well, I admit that I was a little bit misjudged. Luke Field is a genius, just like me. I think our communication will collide with more sparks of inspiration." Tony Stark was a little embarrassed.
The third year. "Although I don't want to admit it, Luke Field's growth rate has indeed exceeded my expectations. I have to work hard not to be left too far." Tony Stark's face was stinky.
fourth year. "Facing Luke Field, I think I need to hang up." Tony Stark spread his hands helplessly.
[Infinite flow of the heavens, non-fusion]