After being punched awake, Morin found himself a prisoner of war. He'd imagined a world reminiscent of the eve of World War I, but the reality was far worse. And why, even a soldier of the Empire, was he an ally of the International Brigade volunteers? The tin-canned assault troopers wielding swords and shields, the armored knights powered by a hybrid of diesel and magic, and the accompanying mages...all of this told Morin that there was something wrong with this world, and it was a big one. But his priority now was how to survive this war, the one that was supposed to "end all wars." Elements of this book: a magical retelling of World War I, the true man's role as a tyrant, diesel armored knights, airship boarding...

A college student who had just finished the college entrance examination was ruthlessly conscripted after watching a video of a lobster on a small website.

Warhammer 40k Zhou Pingan didn’t know what kind of world this was, but from Lobster’s video he could see that this world was even more chaotic than a toilet.

How could ordinary mortals have a chance to survive?

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to at least come to the Knight Family.

What's even better is that he was already playing this game of Stellaris right before he was conscripted, and he is the Emperor of the Human Federation.

After he was conscripted, the stars had been moving with various blessings. As Zhou Pingan traveled, his empire finally locked on his position.

We will seek you, we will come to you, Emperor.

How can the world be so chaotic? How can human beings only live such a miserable life?

This is rebellion, this is heresy.

This is the greatest treason and heresy!

What a desecration of human life here!

The wrath of the Human Federation will surely wash over the entire galaxy anew, and our fleet will cover the sky no matter how many suns there are in the sky.

[Boss-like protagonist + decisive in killing + cold-blooded villain + roaming the world]

What you are about to see will be the most powerful empire in the history of the universe, with territory spanning the multiverse and time, casting a shadow on the universe.

Yang Yi, a modern capital tycoon, accidentally discovered that someone possessed the portal described in the novel. From then on, the door connecting the heavens and all worlds opened to Yang Yi.

In front of the Zerg Overlord, Yang Yi pointed to the trillions of void warships anchored behind him and said, "The Crescent Moon Divine Ship, this ship combines the essence of technology and immortal civilization. It uses the essence of the universe as fuel. A single shot can destroy the crystal wall of the world. And my Daqian can build a billion of these ships in one second. Are you sure you want to play the Zerg Sea Tactics with me?"

In front of the Lord God, "Do you see the light above your head? This is called the Taichu Protocol. It is the best timeline weapon in the universe. It can instantly destroy and restart the timelines of infinite worlds. In addition, we also mass-produce causal weapons, imaginary number weapons, and dimensional collapse weapons."

In the prehistoric world, Hongjun frowned slightly at the terrifying power that the divine generals in front of Yang Yi displayed. Yang Yi pointed at them and introduced them, "They are my legion commanders, born from the mythical Daluo, transcending the fate of the heavens, and their incarnations illuminate the heavens. I heard that the prehistoric Daluo are worse than dogs, so we are here!"

The Six Saints of the Primordial Desolation looked at the gods, whose pressure was even more terrifying than their own, in disbelief: "You call this Daluo? If you are only Daluo, then what are we?"

With technology as his spearhead and the mythical Daluo as his spear, Yang Yi steps on the main temple, the endless abyss, the system empire, the immortal alliance and other top forces in the heavens, and ascends to the lord of the era!

Li Jie has just landed in Gotham City. He's transmigrated to the DC universe, becoming a penniless, low-level patrolman. His system is unreliable, so what to do? Of course, he'll find a way to make money! (This is a pure DC universe story, presented from an ordinary person's perspective, but without a system, an ordinary person truly can't survive. Your valuable feedback is welcome.) This is not a combat-focused, action-packed story; it doesn't offer the exhilarating feeling of transmigrating into Superman or Deathstroke and wreaking havoc. Enter at your own risk.

If you're not sitting at the table, you're definitely lying on the menu.

If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital.

Song Heping, who went to the war zone to make money due to life pressure, was accidentally involved in the war and was inexplicably elected as the boss of a defense company by a group of Russians.

Who still wants to be a mercenary these days?

I want to sell arms, and I want to sell coffee cups worth dozens of dollars for more than a thousand dollars.

I'm selling that $9 socket for $299.

I want to sell goats, millions of dollars each...

Don't ask, and don't come to audit. Whether you're from the National Audit Office or the CIA, we'll send you packing...

My name is Song Heping.

I came, I conquered, I am king.

Don't call me the "Lord of War", I love peace,...

Good news: Qiao Zhi successfully traveled to MC Minecraft and became Steve. Bad news: Starting on an empty island, there's only a grass block underfoot. Just as Qiao Zhi was enjoying his prison sentence, a space portal appeared before him. Giant: Erwin, survive, and I'll tell you the truth. Parasyte: Someone used their powers to gain the heart of a long-time crush, but I hope you'll dispose of the body properly. Demon Slayer: Muzan, don't be afraid, I'll heal you right away. Hunter x Hunter: Meruelu, for an ant, you're too arrogant. Bleach: Aizen, when did you start to think I didn't use Kyoka Suigetsu? Drawing swords, accelerating torches, better cutting boards, equal exchange, endless greed... God gradually regains his authority... In the anime, perhaps...

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)

[Era setting + System + Time Travel + Single Female Lead]

Lu Yuanfan travels back to 1989.

The original owner of this body was a complete scoundrel who squandered the child support money his brother sent back, and even stole his sister-in-law's salary to gamble and frequent dance halls.

The sister-in-law was raising two children alone, working hard in a textile factory, but the original owner took it all for granted.

Lu Yuanfan, who had transmigrated here, looked at all of this and just wanted to curse: What a fucking bastard!

He vowed to change everything!

Activate the all-around repair system, starting with repairing ceiling fans, radios, and televisions, and make a name for yourself in the county with your excellent skills!

He slapped the face of his neighbors who looked down on him.

They crushed the unscrupulous repair shop owner in the south of the city.

Help the dance hall owner solve a major problem and gain valuable connections!

Starting from a small stall in the West Market, he gradually opened shops, set up factories, and built a business empire!

In the cold winter of 1854, the small workshop in Genoa was on the verge of bankruptcy.

A mechanical engineer disguised himself as a fatherless military cadet, faced with a mountain of burlap, predatory loan sharks, and a mother with swollen eyes.

He grabbed a piece of war news from The Times and gambled his family's lives:

"I'll make the Brits' winter clothes!"

► 【The sewing machine is my Gatling gun! 】

★ Improved cotton fluffing machine? The Widow's Assembly Line boosts productivity!

Bribing Russian POWs? Confessions from Black Sea corpses become a deadly bargaining chip!

★ Gambling against the British Consul? The Ladder Agreement contains a sinister clause!

When the first pot of gold came into his pocket, he blatantly tore off his merchant coat——

► [From Bronze Ledger to Iron Throne]

❗ Newspaper predicts war: signed article ignites Turin, Cavour personally recruits!

❗ Private army surprise attack on the fortress: Nitroglycerin shatters the Bourbon dynasty, and thousands of black shirts are crowned knights on a bloody journey!

❗ Monopoly of sulfur hegemony: "One ton of sulfur for ten tons of grain", harvesting Sicily during famine!

In the turbulent times of roaring steam engines, he grasped the magic of bonds with his left hand and manipulated the struggle for supremacy among the great powers with his right hand:

Prussian-Austrian battlefield pits Austrian ships: sulfur-mixed coal explodes boiler, and Veneto is taken!

The Pope's Treasury moves gold: 50-year bonds to redeem the Holy City, and the Vatican is furious!

Suez secretly seizes shares: bottom-fishing at the window of France's defeat and strangling the throat of Europe and Asia!

When the Italian crown was crowned, he looked out over the Mediterranean:

"The so-called Caesar is nothing more than making the world believe—

The shadow that sits upon the Iron Throne is a god!"