Thanks for the invitation. I just traveled to a different world and my profession is a controller.

There are three, six or nine levels of people, and the same is true for controllers.

Other people’s controllers:

[Ice Crystal Cage] [Crows Storm] [Weird Mist]

The skill name is cool and trendy, extremely practical, and is the brains behind the team.

But Zuo Yuan's controller has a different style of painting...

[Toe bumping surgery] [Hemorrhoid rupture surgery] [Frequent urination surgery] [Renal nodule diamond surgery] [Acute diarrhea surgery]

Skill abstraction, practicality abstraction, and team abstraction core.

"Did you hear that the demon general was scurrying and spitting when the war started? He couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide so that we could return with a great victory."

"This is nothing to you. Have you heard of that SSS-level genius from Penglai Academy? He died of kidney stones!"

"Ah? Can't kidney stones be shattered using ultrasound?"

"His knot is made of diamond! It can't be broken by shock!"

"Lin Yuan, you're fired! Your playing style was too dirty; you're a disgrace to Chinese football!"

A ban forced 18-year-old Lin Yuan to leave for Portugal, carrying a bad reputation.

Everyone thought this rough guy who only knew how to fight with his body would eventually give up.

Until that season, a true beast emerged from Boavista's checkerboard stadium.

Some call him the "midfield meat grinder" because wherever he is, it becomes the opponent's nightmare.

Some call him the "ankle terminator," and even Messi and Neymar have to be careful to avoid him.

Some even call him a "tyrant" because as long as he's on the field, he controls the rhythm of the game!

...

Three years later, the Champions League final.

Lin Yuan switched to a top club, donned a new uniform, led his team to the top of Europe, and lifted the "Big Ears Cup".

He also won the Ballon d'Or that year, becoming the new king of football.

Facing the swarm of Chinese football associations seeking reconciliation, Lin Yuan gave a cold smile to the camera:

"Sorry, I'm just a dirty hooligan who plays football, I'm not worthy of your noble football."

Victor Hugo: "You all call me the 'Conscience of France,' but right now it beats in Lionel's breast!" Émile Zola: "'Naturalism' or 'Realism'? No, only Lionel's 'Modernism' belongs to the 20th century!" Gustave Flaubert: "Maupassant was my best student, Lionel my confidant." Guy de Maupassant: "Lionel's only shortcoming was that he had not contracted the noble, majestic syphilis." Anton Chekhov: "What else do we need in this world besides sunshine, air, water, and a smile? Lionel's works, of course!" Leo Tolstoy: "Are you suggesting that I go to Sweden to accept the Nobel Prize that Lionel Sorel refused?" Arthur Conan Doyle: "To be Sherlock Holmes's assistant, to be accepted by Lionel...

Suren Reinister, the founder of Abstract Magic, invented it at the age of 13, allowing him to unblock what should be blocked and block what should be open. After entering the Higher Magic Academy, Suren spent a month in the alchemy lab, creating an abstract substance called Uranium-235, which he then presented to the headmaster in a gift box. Suren's graduation thesis consisted of only one sentence: "Copy a copy and show it to others within seven days, or you'll face the consequences!" Time passed, and the Third Magic World War was imminent. Suren, once again, delivered the following abstract speech at the World Conference: "Hatred only brings more bloodshed, and bloodshed only brings more hatred." "There are never any winners in war." "Set aside differences, put aside hatred, and resolve disputes through dialogue." "This is what a wise ruler should do." "In other words..." "Those present..."

“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?”

(This is not a simple novel. I want to write a complete and realistic different world. The plot is fragmented and gradually pieced together from the perspective of the protagonist. It is a slow-paced novel that requires patience to read. It is not a cool novel.)

Kent traveled through time. This is a very clichéd plot, and what is even more clichéd is that he was just an extra brought along when he traveled through time with others... The people who traveled through time with him were either warriors, mages or shooters, and only Kent was a support... I thought I was going to be abandoned and start a counterattack, but they firmly reached out their hands to me.

Okay... then I'll use my abilities to protect them!

Qin Ye, who is terminally ill with only two months to live, encounters a hacker who claims to be a "god" when the virtual reality game "Stellaris" launches.

The deity said that as long as he worked hard to increase his popularity, he could survive.

Desperate, Qin Ye had no choice but to believe it, and then a system was implanted in his mind, turning him into an NPC in the game.

Issue quests to players, guide them through further parts of the story, and provide them with more benefits...

I'm giving half of my fortune to the players. Can other NPCs do that?

"With such high popularity, why am I still not cured?"

[The host's body is recovering; please keep up the good work.]

"You haven't given me the medication, and you haven't had the surgery. Are you kidding me?"

Feeling deeply deceived, Qin Ye angrily slammed his fist on the table.

He watched as he punched through the floor in the real world, and fell into deep thought...

Lu Yan was once an ordinary accountant in the Great Zhou Dynasty. His life really began only when his memories of his previous life were awakened and he was bound to the "Tianjiao Cultivation System" for saving the orphan Qingxuan. Qingxuan, the little girl he regarded as his own sister, became the softest concern in his heart. In the eyes of outsiders, Lu Yan is ordinary and gentle, and his greatest ability seems to be to take care of his sister in every possible way. However, when Qingxuan showed her peerless talent and took steps towards the road of being a strong man... When she was just beginning to learn writing, Lu Yan became enlightened. When she was powerful, Lu Yan became a saint in the flesh. Everyone in the world said that Lu Qingxuan was the daughter of destiny. But they didn't know that her brother Lu Yan had already cultivated invincible magical powers in the warm daily life of "teaching" his sister, between laughter, anger and scolding. "My sister, the cutest in the world, should also be the most powerful in the world!" As for those who want to take advantage of his sister? Lu Yan smiled kindly: "Perhaps, you have some misunderstandings about ordinary."

[Farming/Developing Style] [Ordinary Player Style] [No Level Suppression]

Ji Yuan transmigrated to a world of cultivation and, although he was fortunate enough to become a cultivator, he ended up as a fisherman for a cultivation sect.

Given this start, he originally thought he would most likely only be able to follow the path of "don't underestimate a poor youth, be poor in middle age, and be poor in old age."

Unexpectedly, a building upgrade panel was awakened.

[Fishpond Lv1: Fish fry growth rate +20%, semi-spirit fish have a certain chance to evolve into spirit fish]

[Cave Dwelling Lv1: Self-healing walls, basic dust-repelling barrier, nighttime spiritual energy concentration +20%]

[Chicken Coop Level 1: The spirit egg is laid once a day and contains trace amounts of spiritual energy, which can be used for fasting]

[Pigpen Lv1: Spirit Pig gains 100 pounds of muscle in seven days; its flesh and blood contain body-tempering medicinal properties and can accelerate wound healing]

[Spirit Field Lv1: Crop cycle -30%, yield contains a trace of wood spirit energy]

[...]

From the most basic [Fish Pond] to the [Alchemy Room] and [Weapon Forging Room] in the cultivation world, all buildings that are based on affinity can be upgraded.

"Cultivating immortality is not about fighting and killing, but about achieving longevity and immortality."

Years later, when the prodigies fell, the holy lands decayed, and the great powers perished, only "Ji Tianzun" became immortal, eternally evergreen.

I've been the sun for billions of years, and I'm tired of living.

Until I collapsed into a black hole, and when I opened my eyes, I had become an infant in the world of cultivation.

They tested my spiritual root, but the spirit stones didn't react at all. I felt like something was missing from my body, and then... my spiritual root grew on its own.

They taught me magic, and I learned it in one glance, even optimizing it a bit.

They said I was too bloodthirsty, and I said, "Gentlemen, please die here."

I originally wanted to be an ordinary cultivator, but everything seems a bit off.