[Farming + Magic + Action + War]

Levi Norman is the eldest son of the current Duke of Normandy. Because of his laziness, foolishness, and dissolute nature, he was exiled by his father to the poor and remote region of Gelland after he came of age.

Barren land, impoverished people, dilapidated cities, weak soldiers, rampant bandits, and the watchful eyes of powerful neighbors.

Having transmigrated, Li Wei only had a few dozen guards who were also abandoned, and he faced numerous difficulties.

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"Lord Rexxar, you only have one main task! That is to make money for me! Make money! And make more money!"

"Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it!"

"War, what a fascinating yet cruel word! It makes the losers lose everything! It gives the victors everything! Power! Wealth! Fame!"

"Elite? I'll take on the elite! Bring the Meteorite Tribe's magic cannons and blast them to smithereens!"

"I may not be a saint, but I just want the people who follow me to live a decent life! What a load of bull, slavery! Bah!"

...

Beneath the empire's calm surface, undercurrents surged; driven by ambition, various nobles were eager to make their move.

Dwarves, elves, snake people, sea creatures, and monsters!

Powerful magic, formidable combat skills, mysterious traditions, and devout believers.

A hundred races coexist, a life-or-death battle, an epic of magic!

Li Tian awoke to find himself in a new world. Here, ancient martial arts, powerful mechs, mysterious superpowers, and mutated gene warriors… In this interstellar age of exploration, everything seemed prosperous and full of hope, but beneath this calm surface, turbulent undercurrents surged. Secret cults, star beasts, ancient gods, shadows… they had long since infiltrated every corner of the world, hiding beneath the surface, growing stronger and more powerful. …Fortunately, Li Tian possessed a class panel; with diligent practice, he would reap the rewards. From [Transmigrator] to [Lord of the Heavens] traversing the realms, from [Martial Artist] to [God of Martial Arts] who could shatter stars with his fists, from [Psychic] to [King of the Four Forces] who controlled the rules… In the zombie world, he was an unrelated figure who obtained everything. In the horror world, he was a holy being who purified everything. In the Warhammer world…

On the continent of Faerun, beyond the familiar metallic dragons, chromatic dragons, and the rare gem dragons, there exists a fourth, diverse group of true dragons. These were once the true rulers of Faerun, the shining light of the true dragons... Now, they have fallen to a point where even their survival is at risk, completely fading from the sight of Faerun's major races. The five subspecies can only cling to the wings of the Supreme Dragon, even their different factions closely uniting for warmth, struggling to survive under the malicious gaze of Faerun's two most renowned dragon gods. These are the ferrous dragons. This story begins with a tiny iron dragon cub from the ferrous dragon family.

The overgrown Wayne Manor and the pristine and deserted Batcave.

Twenty years after Bruce fell in Crime Alley with his parents, Gotham didn't get any worse.

But it doesn't seem to be getting any better.

As the Joker wiped off his pale makeup, the young Penguin was still biding his time, and Harvey was still racking his brains to get rid of Maroni's gang.

The whole world is so real that it makes people shudder.

Maybe there is a lack of a spoonful of base wine called "extreme villain"

Maybe it lacks some embellishments of strange arts and mutants

But this does not affect the fierce taste of this "Bloody Mary".

Drink it, drink it all in one gulp!

Then, in a state of intense dizziness, witness the birth of a "heterodox" Batman.

【Western Fantasy】【Soul】【Dragon】【Counter】【Adventure】

An unknown soul awakens in another world, carrying a book of flesh and blood that can be used to make props.

The scattered patterns are the ladder to God. I am the hunter and the prey. My book is my only weapon and also the deepest curse!

[The beautiful neighbor lady has owed you a debt of friendship. Please urge her to pay it as soon as possible.]

【Payment method：】

【Money: 1,000,000】

【Food: One Year's Love Bento】

Friendship: A Warm Hug

Jun Hoshino, a beautiful boy who is isolated by his neighbors because he is too handsome, successfully meets the neighbor's wife alone at sunset.

Hoshino Jun: "Please, ma'am!"

This book is also known as: "Watch Her, I'm Going Out" and "Tokyo Debt Diary"

Gu Yun transformed into a succubus and obtained a diary plug-in. As long as he wrote a diary every day, he would get rewards.

As an old bookworm, Gu Yun is familiar with the routines, and the contents of his diary will definitely be seen by others!

"That's easy, just make it up." In order to get the reward, Gu Yun started to fabricate a diary and never looked back.

As a result, the style of female celebrities suddenly changed.

Reba: "Stop cheating on me, all you vixens, go away, my junior brother is mine!"

Yang Mi: "Whose feet are smelly? I'm giving you a taste...Are you afraid Reba will misunderstand? If you wear it, it won't count as a gift."

Liu Yifei: "Succubus seeds, 20 million each? This is just throwing chickens at the target and driving up the price of chicken racks!"

Zhao Liying: "Are you satisfied with the service of the Golden Eagle Goddess, brother? As long as we get the marriage certificate, we will have sex with her every day!"

Tang Yan, Bai Lu, Song Qian, Zhao Jinmai...those who have never been in love come one after another.

One day, the diary will be updated.

[I can make the girls I sleep with stay young forever!!]

That day, half of the entertainment industry was in an uproar, and the female star was broken.

It's another tearful day of mending demons. ...

"My name is Roach. I'm not a horse, nor am I a carrot. I

'm currently in pieces (literally), but since I've been put back together, I can be considered alive.

I don't have any special hobbies, nor do I have any special interpersonal relationships. By local standards, even if I'm not illiterate, I can be considered illiterate.

My main daily tasks are fishing, making soup, chopping wood, and feeding horses.

I haven't traveled around the world. You asked me what my main job is? Probably pets.

What are I good at? It seems that I'm not particularly good at anything. If I have to say, it's probably courting death.

If I have to say, I'm quite confident in my appearance because the witch praised me for being cute."

The man, with scars left by healed wounds on his face, smiled like a child as if he had just emerged from a hellish battlefield, and raised the axe in front of him.

The Outland God Anaric has many names. It is the evil god recognized by the secular world, the polluter of the world, the corrupter of souls, the invisible and intangible darkness and the end, leading everything to the end of collapse and extinction. The last time Anaric came to reality, all babies born within eleven years had no self-awareness, and only deformed bodies continued to devour and excrete endlessly.

However, believers who worship it claim that Anaric is the true god, the only god who has no origin and is not created, and has always existed. The gods that are widely worshipped today are nothing more than demons born from the breath of the true gods. To believe in them is to destroy the freedom of one's own soul.

Cesar doesn't know which is true and which is false, but Anaric's path has been like a bone-eating poison, filling his soul with madness. It is forcing him to step into the fate of the shadow of the evil god step by step.

Corruption is spreading, madness is spreading in people's hearts, religious disputes have set off wars of unprecedented intensity and scale, and various races are slaughtering each other with fanatical emotions, causing war, looting, plague, famine and death all over the world, and giving birth to more and more twisted evil things.

Who can be the savior? Anyone can, but he definitely can't.

(dark, no system, the protagonist is the author's ideal self, multiple female leads, not for those who dislike this) Ten thousand years ago, the so-called Orthodox Path planted a single Dharma Tree and reversed the spiritual veins, violently remade its foundations. From then on, the world was cleaved into two realms:

The Land of Flourishing Dharma: Where flowers bloom daily, fruits ripen constantly, and golden jade forms its pavilions.

The Land of Ending Dharma:Where the rites of the state turn ominous, disasters run rampant, and you are now the honored one.

The Unorthodox Cultivators cultivated... wandered... , , , , the Seven Dharma Gates... among them the Seventh Yellow Group, seeking beauty and joy, overseeing governance and decline, either at the factories of Duzheng Peak or before the Hand of Empress Yuehai, yet they guarded upon the ground.