Li You traveled to a wasteland world left behind by a magical civilization and turned into the immortal witch Yvette. After living for more than a thousand years, he finally decided to come out.

Then she discovered that she seemed to be the only survivor of this civilization.

This is a time of great powers: The vast Persia, Sparta that was founded by force, Athens with its trade and business, Thebes the rising star, The ambitious Macedonia, The twin heroes of the Western Mediterranean, The rising Rome and so on.

This is an era of brilliant stars: Agesilaus II – the last king of Sparta, Epaminondas – the Rising General of Thebes, Philip II – the founder of Macedonian’s hegemon, Dionysius – the tyrant of Syracuse, Camillus – the Roman dictator and savior…

This is an era of contention among a hundred schools of thought: Plato – the great philosopher, Antisthenes – founder of cynicism, Pythagoras – school of number, Democritus – the encyclopedia scholar, Hippocrates – the father of western medicine, Aristophanes – the great dramatist…

What will the hero bring to the world when he comes to this age as a humble mercenary through rebirth?

[Do you think life is boring?]

[Do you want to experience different lives in another world?]

[We have rich, killer, hunter, beggar, countless random identities for you to experience.]

[Do you want to start the game now?]

[Yes] [No]

It's ridiculous. As a good person who abides by the law, how can I find life boring?

He Ao sneered and chose [Yes]

[Initiating the system...]

[The game is loading.]

[Welcome to the Life Copy Game]

[The novice task is loading, and you are randomly matching the life role for you.]

[Successful match]

——

This is a good person who abides by the law, opening countless stories of life in a world full of chaos and madness. Convinced)

Traveling through a world where immortality and martial arts coexist, Qiao Mu can be constantly resurrected.

Every time he is killed, he will be resurrected at the expense of his age, but his martial arts skills also become deeper with age.

The older you die, the older you get, and the older you get, the stronger you become. The more heroic your death, the stronger you will be after your resurrection.

So he changed his tricks to seek death, and infiltrated wherever there was danger.

The enemy was horrified to find that just after beating the younger ones, another older one came, endlessly.

A legend about an untouchable immortal family began to spread in the world.

"The Qiao family is full of loyal and loyal people. They have been martyrs for generations. Every generation hates evil as much as hatred. They value justice over life and death. They dare to be the first in the world!"

"My son died on the battlefield, and my father with white hair continues to fight on the battlefield. It's admirable and admirable!"

"In the past, the Qiao family members died defending me from gunfire. Today, I will never sit back and watch his old father become miserable in his later years."

"The descendants of the Qiao family brazenly entered the palace to assassinate the Hunjun and failed, and died. The Hunjun is confused. The Qiao family's reclusive thousand-year-old monster is about to be born!"

"The sacred immortal Buddha has returned? But why do the immortals and gods even call the Qiao family's ancestors their ancestors? How many ancestors are there in the Qiao family, and where did they come from?"

After countless deaths, Qiao Mu suddenly looked back and realized that he had died and became the co-ancestor of the human race who was tens of millions of years old and had as much power as the ocean.

"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?"

The labyrinth city of Orario—a vast metropolis encompassing a magnificent underground labyrinth (commonly known as a "dungeon"). The thrill of the unknown, the glory of splendor, and even a romance with a lovely girl. In this city where dreams and desires lie in wait, a young boy encounters a small "god." Rejected by all the "families," the boy, determined to become an adventurer, encounters a fateful encounter with a god with zero members. This is the boy's trajectory, the goddess's record.

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”

“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”

“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”

“You must think I’m mad.”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“It has already seen you.”

***

Oil is Its blood.

Thick smoke is Its breath.

Ore and steel are Its food.

The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.

The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.

They claim they are mere mortals.

Child, you’d best not argue.

You must understand:

Their technology is beyond comprehension.

Their production capacity is unimaginable.

A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.

Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.

How will you stop them?

With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?

You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.

***

“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”

“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”

[Not a cool story + Gou Wang + IQ online + immortality + behind-the-scenes planning + never meddle in other people's business]

From a backward village, he journeyed out of a turbulent dynasty and into a turbulent era, witnessing the rise of hundreds of races, the establishment of the Human Emperor, the advent of darkness, and the depletion of spiritual energy...

Times change, eras turn, and behind countless legends stands a transparent and terrifying shadow.

Twenty years ago, the old bookworm Jiang Hanwen traveled to the world of cultivating immortals. With the talent of immortality, he made plans for eternity, devoted himself to enlightenment, spent billions of years, and walked above all spirits.

For thousands of years, dynasties changed.

Ten thousand years later, the demons invaded and everything turned upside down.

After a hundred thousand years, the eras changed and the spiritual energy revived.

…

Jiang Hanwen:

"I never meddle in other people's business, but if I have an enemy, I usually give him three packages: a disco on his grave, eradicating his roots, and leaving him with a lasting infamy.

I wonder who among the emperors is hungry?"

When the villain turned against them and the demon race was about to be exterminated, the Human Emperor took out a rotten brush with missing teeth.

The Twelve Demon Emperors laughed loudly, and even the human leaders closed their eyes in despair.

"Teacher, I'm too tired and want to eat fried potatoes."

The next second, the sky and the earth darkened, countless breezes came down from the sky, and the screams of the demons woven into the last elegy of the era.

The true sound of the Tao resounds throughout heaven and earth.

"Come back when you're tired, and remember to bring some more peppercorns..."

The pursuit of the Dao burns like a fire, with life as its fuel. One’s innate nature is the eternal spark that never dies out.

A single essay, Master of Nourishing Life, brought Zhou Qing into a fantastical and bizarre world of xianxia.

From then on, his only goal was to transcend the Three Realms and escape the Five Elements to become an existence free from all shackles.

【Mortal cultivation style, proficiency system, cautious, morally upright】

Lin Chang’an transmigrated to a Xianxia world and became a rogue cultivator rejected by an immortal sect.

After bitter cultivation for twenty years, disheartened and ready to return to the mortal world to enjoy wealth and luxury, he awakened a proficiency panel.

As long as he studies diligently and trains hard, effort will always bring results.

Achieve it once, and it’s achieved forever!

From now on, he is a talisman master.

…

“In the cultivation world, though spiritual roots may be poor, there are still the hundred arts of cultivation. This word ‘comprehension’ has produced countless legendary cultivators. The most dazzling person in the past five hundred years is none other than True Lord Qingmu, born with inferior spiritual roots.”

Listening to the widely spread legends of the cultivation world, Lin Chang’an couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.

“My whole life has been like walking on thin ice—only my talent brought me this far.”

…

As time turned and eras changed, witnessing the vicissitudes of the world, before he knew it, he was already standing at the peak of the immortal path—sharing the lifespan of heaven and earth, and shining alongside the sun and moon.