Awakening to a new life, Ye Chuanxin regains his memories. He discovers he's been reincarnated into the world of Detective Conan. And it's a patchwork of Conan-esque worlds. His system is from Assassin's Creed. The artifact of the Assassin Master is from Cat's Eye. Wait, if there's Cat's Eye, then there must be Lupin III, right? Actually, there's more. Checking international news, John Wick from Continental Hotel is on Interpol's Red Notice. On the streets of Tokyo, Han from Fast & Furious is helping the Yamaguchi-gumi transport special goods in Shinjuku. In the US, Ethan Hunt of the CIA's IMF team is recruited to investigate an organization called the Knights Templar that sells nuclear waste in Saudi Arabia. In the UK, Kingsmen agents are investigating the Thousand-Faced Witch...

(3.6 million words, 8,000 average subscriptions. The old book "Monster Hunter: Hunter's Notes" has been completed. It is the second wave of fundamentalist Monster Hunter fan fiction. Welcome to enjoy it~) Teacher: Promise me that you will be honest before you are promoted to two stars. Olang: Okay. Teacher: I know you will use many weapons, so you should first use the one-handed sword to lay a solid foundation and accumulate experience. Olang: Okay. Teacher: In the future, it would be best not to use the katana to charge and slash, the broadsword to kill demons, or the double swords to practice qi and make big spins. That is not appropriate. Oran: Why not?

Lynn transmigrated into Panlong, becoming an unregistered and powerless nobody. He was thrown into a mine the moment he landed, becoming a slave with only a number. The dimly lit mine reeked of blood. The overseer's whip lashed through the air with a piercing shriek, its strikes burning like fire. The other miners around him were either exhausted or beaten to death. Looking at his dark brown skin, clutching the blood-stained iron pickaxe handle, just as despair began to creep into Lynn's heart, a mechanical voice suddenly exploded in his mind: [Infinite Talent Simulation System activated…] "Simulation?" Feeling the pain spreading throughout his body, Lynn looked towards the overseer in the distance, whip in hand…

This world is strange; there are many kings, countless princes, and many, many princesses.

Fairy tales are indeed beautiful, but often it feels like the princes and princesses are all a bit crazy—they fall in love after just one kiss, or click at first sight.

Wait a minute, she's underage. Let's not even talk about the prince, but this princess is underage!

It seems like many of these stories involve marriage before love blossoms, but that's okay; fairy tales are like that—love at first sight is normal.

What else does it mean to say, "I want to play the role of a child, a knight in a fairy tale"?

Aren't they all fairy tales? What's the difference? There shouldn't be any difference, right?

The soldier obtained the tinderbox and the gold coins, and asked the witch to tell him how to use the tinderbox and why he had taken it.

According to the version, the witch didn't tell the soldiers, and then she was killed by them.

The second witch tried to strike first, but the soldier noticed and chopped her down with a single blow.

As a knight, how should you help them in this situation? Uh, help my ass! Both of them are insane!

What's even more ridiculous is that he seems to be right about both of them!

The witch used the soldier to obtain the tinderbox. After the soldier inquired about the tinderbox's use without receiving any information, he killed the witch to protect himself.

Otherwise, if the witch got her hands on the tinderbox, she might use the three dogs inside to attack the soldiers.

But the soldiers took the gold coins, the tinderbox, and killed the witch—they took everything they could.

You want me to manage myself? How am I supposed to manage that? I'm still a knight among children!

There are many similar stories. I feel that they both have a point, but if I were to act as the middleman, I feel that they are both crazy.

A knight in a fantasy world accidentally inherits the legacy of an immortal cultivator. What kind of story will he experience in the abyss, the lair of demons? ------------------------------------- (This article does not strictly follow the relevant settings of DnD or Pathfinder)

The kingdom's nobles indulge in decadence, the northern barbarians stir, the desert orcs gather strength, pirates roam the seas, and the elves still bask in their former glory. The glory of the gods still shines brightly. Richard travels to this era and becomes a pioneering noble. The wasteland is fraught with danger. He has only the Empire Wind and Cloud System to rely on.

Tags: D&D essay, Faerûn, Mage Introduction: The paladin pushed open the gates of the mage tower, his voice deafening: "Emia, I've confirmed it, the blueprints are flawed. It's impossible to create the Holy Avenger with them. Don't waste any more time!" "...The blueprints are flawed?" The mage Emia blankly raised the five holy swords in her hand. "Then what is this pile I just created?" ******Second Edition Introduction************ The magic network has been dormant for a century. Mortal souls are gradually falling into the hands of demons, and the cycle of death is about to begin. To cleanse evil, overturn hell, blast through the hazy realm, and let the light of magic and goodness shine once more, a single sword is not enough.

Welcome to Erron, a strange planet where high magic is the norm and iron and runes are woven together.

The sacred covenant made five hundred years ago brought peace, but also gave birth to a strange and bizarre new era.

Magic crystal technology drives the floating city, personal terminals connect all living things, automated factories roar in operation, and the city is the pinnacle of the steel jungle, with clear social classes.

Magic neon lights illuminate the laboratories of the elves' innovative factions, the goblins' financial exchanges, and the succubus's emotional live broadcast rooms.

Loren Gerlis Isaac, a young red dragon who just turned twenty, is facing a life crisis due to the cancellation of subsidies and the decline of by-products.

"It's impossible for me to go to work. I'd rather be an animal in a zoo!"

The bells rang once more. The embers, devoid of fire, were awakened once more. "Spring has arrived, it's time to rekindle the fire again." Awakened by the bells, the ashes sat up, blinking as he gazed at the enormous golden tree. "Something seems a little off." The ashes, sitting cross-legged, wore a thoughtful expression. "But with such a bright and beautiful world, it must be a good world, right? We don't need to burn anything, do we?" The ashes hated tragic stories.

Are you willing to become a warrior who hates evil and punishes the wicked, vowing to protect the weak, ruthlessly slaying the corrupt and evil without regard for means or cost, and treating all disputes with fairness?

Malone stared intently at the string of text displayed on the system panel, stroking his chin, his brows sometimes relaxing, sometimes furrowing...

If there is no difference, then make your solemn vow.

"There's only one question: do I... know how to miss?"

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First game world: Baldur's Gate 3