"This city is fueled by people's broken spirits, shattered dreams, and the blood and sweat of the people... I don't want to be a cog, and I don't believe roses can bloom on circuit boards."

Damn, who would like such a world?

The crosshairs can't appear in the mind, and the prosthesis can't be installed at will.

But fortunately, there are still gold fingers...

I don't want to be a legend, nor do I plan to do something big. Roll just wants to guard his own little piece of land and live a good life, but why the hell are you forcing me?

So now--

"It's time to show everyone who is the real legend!"

"Adam's Hammer? What a powerful prosthesis, but luckily my body is not bad! Come and touch it! I'll let you know what a yellow-skinned athlete is!"

"Let's choose the color of the nuclear bomb to blow up the Arasaka Tower. Oh, how about pink?"

[Slow-burn, fantasy, steampunk, D&D-like, card-like, Dragon Quest-style main storyline] Once upon a time, the two worlds went their own ways and never intersected. "Left Phase Terraria" - Humans lit torches with wisdom, forged equipment, and led thunder. In the name of "science", they blocked the unknown and explored the light of reason. "Right Phase Toril" - All races shaped the world with faith, absorbed divine power, wove laws, and carried the glory of gods with the power of "magic", walking on the road of miracles. However, the intersection of the celestial spheres came, and the boundaries were broken. Science and divine power collided, magic and reason annihilated each other, and everything turned into ruins. The legacy of the gods, along with the glory of the old world, was buried in flames and storms. In the end, the intersection was completely integrated, and a brand new world was born - "New Terra". Technology and magic continued to intertwine, order was not yet stable, and a new civilization emerged in turmoil. And the seven evil spirits that peeked into reality have quietly arrived. The new intersection, like a Möbius strip, never ends...***Sieg knew he was different from the moment he became conscious. The virtual curtain template often appeared, and the cold guidance whispered in his mind, like some invisible guide. He said: "Make the implicit things explicit", "Standardize the explicit things", "Process the standard things", "Target the process things", "Strategize the goal things". The terminal existence that calls itself "Akasha Record" has been telling Sieg's mission. "-I must end this endless intersection, I must kill the seven evil spirits!"

Elves rule plants, dragons control minerals, monsters and sea monsters rule the mountains, and knights rule the world. Cruze only wants to farm; fighting isn't necessary for him; all he needs to do is be a qualified lord. A sincere return to fantasy farming novels, please collect and support!

Diary: In the first year, I awakened amidst the apocalypse of humanity.

A group of humanoids, believing me to be the last glory, were willing to join my ranks.

Diary: In the second year, my humanoids and I successfully began exploring the interstellar sea.

Is the neighboring sector the Koprulu sector?...a bug, a race resembling humans, and a high-tech alien with pigtails?

Do you guys play StarCraft?

Diary: In the third year, for unknown reasons, a newly discovered civilization in the neighboring galaxy condemned me and declared me their sworn enemy.

Diary: In the tenth year, my relationship with the neighboring galaxy suddenly improved.

We're now discussing how to pay the "hire fee" for the fleet I'm helping to "patrol" their capital star.

Diary: In the nth year, my research team informed me that a fox cry, "Galaxy Rise, Human King," has been heard from the surrounding galaxies.

"So, Xiao Ke, how did you join the company?"

"Me? I think I'm a refiner."

Zhang Chulan looked at Liu Ke who was hammering iron sheets and making a red mecha, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"What kind of refinement is this? Do you think I haven't watched Marvel?"

Humanity, a tiny race born in the solar system. Carrying the seeds of hatred, Fang Yuan descended upon the Wandering Earth. Using this as a hub, he connected countless civilizations and protected Earth's civilization. Since then, led by Holy Terra, humanity has journeyed across the myriad realms, conquering the heavens. When the banners of the Star Legions soared across the universe. When power armor crushed the skulls of omnics. When the Iron Titans awed countless alien races. Dignity lies only on the edge of a chainsaw, truth within the range of a blaster. ............ (Keywords: The Wandering Earth, Elysium, The Terminator, Pacific Rim, Battleship, Avatar, Edge of Tomorrow, Oblivion, Transformers, Alien Predator, Independence Day, Starship Troopers, Moonfall, Halo, Star Trek, Star Wars, DOOM, Warhammer 40,000...)

This is a story about a gear boy. Although he didn't become a space warrior, he wants to tell everyone who hasn't traveled through time: As long as we and Big Head are here, the Empire's combat effectiveness is still 99%, and humanity will still stand firm! In the name of the holy binary, loudly praise Ohm Messiah. All glory to the God of All Machines. Praise together. Praise machinery, praise steel. You are the master who casts all things, the apocalypse that destroys everything. Evaporate, burn, and cast. Steel is eternal, machinery is immortal, and the way of steel is materialism. Machinery is the truth. More is better, bigger is beautiful. Billions of turrets are your glory. Roaring engines are your sermons. (The author is not a serious person, so the story is not a serious story. ps: GW's story setting is too ridiculous. In order to make the story more rigorous and reasonable, I changed it. If you don't like it, please don't criticize)

Richard, the time traveler, faced both good news and bad news. Good news: He'd traveled through time and become a wealthy young man. Bad news: He'd arrived in the unfamiliar land of Oluba. Good news: Pokhrani, where he lived, was a wealthy nation rich in "star steel" deposits. Bad news: It was September 1, 939, and Pokhrani, facing the "blitzkrieg" launched by the Talmenrecher Empire, was about to collapse. Watching the Stukas swooping down from the sky, the time traveler was overcome with grief. "This place is terrifying! Let me go home!" Six years had passed in a flash, and Richard had earned many titles. He was universally recognized by all Pokhranians as the greatest national hero of the 20th century; he was the nemesis of the Desert Fox; he was the "White Death" who had killed the most enemy officers...

[Arknights x Project Moon]

After transmigrating into the world of Arknights, Lin Yi finds himself turned into a mobile city.

But when he spots Sweepers patrolling the alleys and streets, he realizes something is very wrong.

Buhao! This is Project Moon "The City"! You're telling me this thing counts as a mobile city?!

So let me get this straight—you're asking a city with zero Singularity tech to take on an entire district by itself?

Luckily, Lin Yi still has a well. With this single well, he can draw forth tools, artifacts—even identities—from across the multiverse. And so, a brand-new path begins to unfold.

“Hey, friend—interested in becoming a Fixer? First-time sign-up gets a free identity, no strings attached!”

...

Years later, Lin Yi stands at the heart of his bustling, human-centered city—gazing at the many people before him, each overlaid with personas drawn from countless realities—and recalls the afternoon he first became a mobile city.

Talulah · Fixer Identity : "Speak. I will protect all that belongs to Ursus."

Skadi · Ishmael Identity : "My mistake? I’d say it’s all thanks to me!"

Ch’en Hui-chieh · Dayan Emperor Identity : "I came to this city and saw vitality—life in full bloom, thriving in every corner."

W · Red Mist Identity : "Tell me—what does 'power' really mean?"

Lin Yi : “So... who’s next to tell their story?”

【Fantasy Dynasty + Invincible Background + Top Villain + Micro-intrigue + Pseudo Group Portrait】

Pei Sutai traveled to a fantasy dynasty in another world. He turned out to be the eldest son of the Pei family, a thousand-year-old ancient family and the head of the seven clans in the imperial capital.

Looking more closely, I see that my grandfather was appointed as the Left Prime Minister of the Secretariat, and was named Duke Pei. He was praised as an important minister of the country who helped the country to pacify the world.

But in reality, the old man held absolute power in the imperial court. Twenty years ago, he was even more rebellious and unjust, colluding with the Empress to undermine the imperial power and wield power over life and death. The ministers were terrified and dared not speak out.

King Chen of Beidi was eager to protect his emperor, so he led his troops south, but was stopped outside Tianque Pass by his father's cavalry, King Zhenbei. He watched helplessly as the court fell into the hands of the Pei clan, and was labeled as having wolfish ambitions and was despised by the world.

Thus, the Empress ruled the country from behind the curtain for twenty years. The situation in the country was precarious, and undercurrents surged throughout the capital...

——

Pei Su: What villain family? My clan has been planning for generations, with a determination as strong as a rock, waiting for the right moment to strike, and finally achieving success. Our sincerity penetrates the sun and moon, and our heart moves the mountains and rivers. You, a poor boy, with your own hot-blooded heart, dream of removing the emperor and protecting the royal family. Have you seen too many opera excerpts?

——

That year, the captain of the imperial guards who discovered the Pei family's conspiracy stole the divine sword Longque, cut off his tail and escaped, and hid in Bingzhou for twenty years while being wanted by the court.

On the first day of the Zhe month, Pei Su looked at the direction calculated by the astrologer using the celestial phenomena and smiled slightly:

Deputy Commander Xiao, if you have any grievances or grievances, why don’t you report it to the authorities?