Legend has it that the body of the world-destroying dragon Mor Dukes could fill the entire sky, and its shadow could envelop the continent in an eternal night where the sun never shines.

With each flap of his wings, which stretch for thousands of miles, he could stir up a typhoon comparable to super-level magic, tearing apart clouds and snapping mountains.

Back then, a demigod-level expert, wielding a sacred artifact, led 100,000 elite troops to besiege the evil dragon.

However, they were all frozen into ice sculptures by the White Dragon's signature icy breath. Even the splattered blood droplets didn't have time to fall to the ground before they were embedded in the ice field, becoming monuments that would never melt.

But at this moment, Moore was scratching at the parchment scroll that recorded this "feat" with his paws, his amber eyes full of disdain.

What icy breath? I just had an itchy nose that day and couldn't help but sneeze.

(Pseudo-D&D worldview)

Transmigrating to a world where humans and demons coexist in a standoff. Gu Xuan has been reduced to a worthless slave in a remote military town, used as human bait and ready to be sent to the front lines as cannon fodder. His life is precarious, teetering on the brink of life and death. Fortunately, there's always a way out. Within his mind lies the inheritance diagrams of countless extraordinary professions! "Lamp-Bearing Walker": As the lamp burning with blood continues to burn, your physique and understanding will increase. "Godson of the Past": A statue of a deity. The more faith you offer, the greater the divine power granted. "Hall of Heroes": You record the decline of heroes and recreate their greatness. ...After unlocking the class inheritance, Gu Xuan senses something is amiss. "Lamp-Bearing Walker" burns blood to strengthen his physique and understanding. The more blood you burn, the faster it regenerates! The statue of the "Godson of the Past" bears a striking resemblance to him...

[Record stories, get rewards; become famous, get more rewards]

Tang Qi, who traveled to the world of swords and magic, found that as long as he recorded real stories in the [log] and improved his [popularity], he could become stronger.

So many years later, the Poet Academy exploded——

"Listen, we are bards enjoying the support of the empire!"

"We must take it as our responsibility to become the mouthpiece of the rulers and the mouthpiece of the nobles. Since you enjoy the preferential treatment of the nobles, don't talk to me about your independence!"

The bards looked eagerly at the book confiscated by the tutor.

I couldn't help but fantasize again.

I imagined myself as the author Tang Qi Weinberg.

I became the all-rounder in the team and the king of ideas on the road of adventure;

I didn't have to be kept in captivity for a living, and I held the stinky feet of the nobles with tears.

Discovering lost ruins and treasures, turning around and getting into the warm dragon's nest...

That is the hobby that every bard dreams of.

The poet cried out in pain: "Yes, Master, I am willing to burn this book myself!"

The master nodded with relief, and saw the title of the book - "Guide to Appreciation: About Me and Those Alien Girls".

"But then again... I must read the contents of this book first to make sure that your thoughts are not led astray."

"The contents of this book may be a little unbearable for you..."

"It doesn't matter, I will be critical." -

Elements: [Mixed World View], [Pseudo DND], [Bard], [Team Adventure], [Road Adventure]

[Adventure][D&D + Minor OCR Misconceptions][Physics-Based][Violent Priest] Transmigrating to Faerûn, Leon became a priest of the Temple of War. Bad news: He has a Perception of 9 and knows no divine spells. Good news: He has Strength of 16, and receives extra rewards for solving problems physically. From then on, he embarked on a maverick path of "physical missionary work." Prayer useless? Then he'll use his fists to silence the heretics. Holy Light dim? Then he'll use the sparks of his warhammer to illuminate the night. Dragons attack? Leon smiled slightly: "I possess a physical beast taming technique; have you heard of it?" Until one day, the God of War, Tempas: "Enough! Leon! I command you to learn a divine spell! At this rate, my followers will start stretching their muscles before praying!"

New York City interrogation room. In the dim light, the interrogator scoffed at the absurd transcript before him: "Huh? You say you've exorcised demons, captured witches, and saved the world?" "Yes," Locke Galahad replied calmly. "Is there a problem?" "Then how come I've never seen any of these monsters you're talking about, not even once in my life?" The interrogator's face betrayed a mocking expression. "Since you haven't seen them, why don't you say thank you?" The interrogator's smile faltered: "???" Current setting: Underworld. Future titles: Wrong Turn, Silent Hill, Scream, Dead Silence, Resident Evil, Otherworldly Realms, etc... PS: Minor Cthulhu and Warhammer universe settings.

They say that after achieving great fortune, one will become a hero in another world. Why is my life different? Osido inexplicably traveled to a dungeon where strength is paramount, but he's ranked only 999th. [Core Skill: Drainer Activated] [Killing creatures has a chance to gain some skills, allowing you to fully absorb the effects of herbs/potions, etc.] Wow! The drop rate is really high! [Kill 3 'Rock Shell Lizards' to absorb energy] [Maximum Stamina +5] [Achieve Skill: 'Rock Lizard Stealth LV1 (0/100)' - temporarily reduces your presence, especially effective in rocky environments] In a dungeon where strength is paramount, gaining new skills by absorbing the abilities of others—isn't that perfect?

(Contains some D&D elements, Lord, H3, Mount & Blade)

Good news: I've transmigrated, born in Rome!

Bad news: Rome is already gone!

Godd wakes up, exiled to the frontier for playing with the crown prince's fiancée. Everyone thinks he'll die there. But what no one knows is that he has a cheat! I, Godd, the last descendant of the Platinum Dragon family, represent the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut.

Rebuilding the glory of the Dragonborn is my inescapable duty! System, give me some points! What? Build a tavern first? Then an administrative hall? What the heck is Dai Bing? What the heck is a Gryphon?! Why is there even a Cloud City?! What is Dragon Kingdom? Holy moly, what's a Sun Disc?! I get that the tavern gets new guests every month, and I get that there are strange people inside, but can you tell me what's going on with this night elf girl who calls herself Tyrande, and the white tiger by her feet? And what about that white-haired dragon girl who says she's from Cathay? And also, why is this beautiful girl with an eye patch holding my hand and asking if I can inherit the First Flame? And what does it mean to touch her inner darkness? Who said this system wasn't good? This system is awesome! "Fiona, this is a banquet, put away your rapier—and you, Miss Granger! This isn't Hogwarts, put away your little tricks."

Chen Mo has a secret: in his eyes, everything he wants to do is a quantifiable progress bar. Officials say: He is the nemesis of high-risk anomalies. The villains say: He demolished our base and stole the anomalies we contained. Chen Mo said: I was just forced by obsessive-compulsive disorder to push the progress to 100%. The so-called salvation is to reset the progress bar of despair in people's hearts to zero. - Chen Mo