Bearing the memories of the Lich King, he enters a world akin to a game, possessing a heart that holds the power of death. He will surely ascend the throne of death once more, becoming a part of the epic.

My name is Xiangzi, the Xiangzi who pulls a rickshaw.

...

The Great Shun Dynasty collapsed, and the whole country rejoiced. Inside the city, all was peaceful; outside the city, refugees swarmed like ants.

A half-moon hangs eternally in the sky, and countless steam-powered airships drift by.

On the ground, ancient families, spanning thousands of years, coldly watched as warlords fought to the death over those colorful ores.

At this moment, Xiangzi, who was supposed to be executed, suddenly woke up after his death and even had a panel that could awaken a profession.

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the profession of coachman.]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the Martial Arts profession]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the cultivator profession]

......

At first, I was a third-class rickshaw puller, and they called me Xiangzi.

Later, everyone in Beijing had to call me "Master Xiang".

In Tokyo in 1996, the pain after the bubble burst swept across Japan. As soon as Makoto Miyamoto opened his eyes, he was caught in a dead end - his parents died, creditors blocked the door, and his only sister wanted to drop out of school and sell herself to pay off the debt! And he, a poor high school student who had just traveled through time, was thinking about life in front of the wilted tofu in the refrigerator. Until a strange subtitle suddenly appeared in front of him: [Bowling skills +3, physical foundation +1] It turns out that you can become stronger just by exercising? ! Everyone was in danger during the bubble era, but Makoto Miyamoto wanted to find a completely different path. But wait... Why after strengthening his physical foundation, he could smell the smell of soap on others from ten meters away? Makoto Miyamoto suddenly thought of something. So this physical foundation strengthening, can it still be used in this kind of place? !

[This is a fanfiction of The Walking Dead, featuring Arthur Morgan. It focuses on the plot and has a slow-burn pace. Even those unfamiliar with The Walking Dead or Red Dead Redemption can understand it.]

The legendary Arthur Morgan, weakened by tuberculosis, ultimately succumbed to Micah's clutches and witnessed his final sunrise from a cliff edge. Unexpectedly, a deer led him to a completely new world, filled with bloodthirsty monsters—the walkers…

Why are there long lines at the park at midnight?

Why is the guy who runs every day losing weight?

What are discerning gourmets looking for?

Did the Third Brigade actually fight crime with food? The answers to all these questions start with Li Rui, who is connected to the "God of Food

" system. It's not that celebrities can't chase after him, but that men who can cook are more cost-effective.

Practice the most evil sorcery and control the most ferocious ghosts.

Li Zhen, who was terminally ill, admittedly entered the world of the heavens. He originally just wanted to linger and live a few more years, but when he looked back in a Daze, he found that he had already become the most terrorist taboo in the heavens and the world.

Gu, evil list, Nanyang The art of the top ten sorcery, planting ghosts, ghost eyes, lowering the head, the file ghost coming out of the cage, demons, spells, mediums, double pupils, and demons: evil surrender, Saha, crying, breaking the tomb, grudges, Mr Zombie, Kui Jiang, Zombies Reborn in Seven Days, Zombie Age, Curse Paradise, Ghosts, School Tomb, Tuo Di Exorcist, Thousand People Slash.

During the freshman orientation class at the Royal Capital Magic Academy, a professor addressed the students below the podium: "Magic isn't just about unleashing a cheap fireball with a staff." "Potions, scrolls, runes... mastering any one of them is enough to call yourself a magician." Only one? Roy glanced at the rows of spells, magical items, potions, magic swords, and other magical creations in his mental magic database and couldn't help but raise his hand: "Professor, what if I mastered them all?" The professor turned to Roy: "Then you can call yourself a Grand Archmage."

I transmigrated to a world ruled by gods, a world where the divine court had only swept across the world a few hundred years ago.

Lin Xiao, who was focused on cultivating immortality and didn't want to get involved in the intricacies of the Divine Court, could only seal himself inside the spiritual treasure Qiankun Sun and Moon Pot.

Within the pot, a grotto-heaven opens, the sun and moon are refined; if I cannot become a celestial immortal, I will become an earth immortal, my spirit merging with the grotto-heaven to transform heaven and earth.

They would occasionally hold a Dharma assembly, host a peach banquet, and casually distribute some lucky treasures.

No matter how many millennia of divine oppression you have exerted, I remain at ease within the gourd, watching the divine court rise and fall, and then witnessing its collapse.

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After the magical revolution, Renania officially entered a new era of magical industry. Simultaneously, widespread unemployment gave rise to the profession of adventurer. Harlin, originally an adventurer who simply wanted to save enough money to retire back home, experienced a dramatic change in his life after dreaming of a group of mystical beings. A primal god born from prayer and magic. A transcendent being constructed from shattered souls. "This is the nineteenth Renania." Souls holding different attitudes towards Renania gathered within Harlin's body.