"Your magic is great, but it will be mine in the next second." After traveling to a different world of swords and magic, Zelir obtained the spell of Tianyan, which can analyze any magic. Starting from the most basic magic apprentice, he embarked on the road to legend step by step. Humans, dwarves, elves, orcs, many races compete for survival. Goblins, slimes, kobolds, dragons, all kinds of monsters appear in an endless stream. The vanguard pulls monsters, the swordsman provides support, the ranger harasses, and the mage... Zelir exhaled as he shot a light cannon at the face and instantly killed the boss. "This is what we mages should do." [Mage, hodgepodge world view, slow-paced road adventure style]

In this fantasy world where magic and machinery coexist, Sherlock, a commoner, faces a difficult task in becoming a powerful wizard or warrior, ascending to a position of power. Fortunately, fate favors those who work hard. In this world, Chinese and English have become ancient scripts that represent mystery and power. They record magical rituals from the Age of Gods and the origins of steam... "What did I work hard for?" "I worked hard to be reborn in my past life! Otherwise, how would I understand Chinese after traveling through time?" (A Final Fantasy-like worldview + magic + steam machinery)

When the unpredictable Old Ones awakened, bringing their black mist and crimson moon, the world plunged into an eternal night of decadence. Less than 10% of humanity remained, huddled in the steam-belching Brass City. They exploited the Destiny Dimension to enter horrific dungeons and acquire extraordinary powers, yet they lingered on, on the brink of extinction. Then, the writer stepped forward. "Only the Old Ones can defeat the Old Ones!" Li En, a pink, oval-shaped cell cluster, consulted his diary, his two tiny tentacles alternating in front as he pondered deeply. "So, this is why I was summoned here?"