“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?”

Ice and snow sealed away civilization, and storms extinguished steam—this was the post-Victorian era when a prosperous steam-powered civilization was destroyed by the harsh cold.

As a bishop banished to the frigid north by a mere decree, he fights for lost power, forging a fortress of faith amidst blizzards and apocalypse, guiding lost sheep through mercury and steam.

“I am not a shepherd, I am just a psychoanalyst who couldn’t find a job and was looking for another one.” — Bishop of the St. Lucia Winter Cathedral, Diocese of Speyside, the prayer master of the seven northern cities, the gatekeeper of Eden, the enemy of the frost giants, the remnant of the golden age, the keeper of the secrets of the old civilization, the spiritual mentor and psychiatrist of legendary knights, archmages, kings, popes, the poor, and wanderers. Siren Dellandt said this.

The world is divided into two layers.

Yan Jing, who was pulled into the treacherous and absurd

back world copy to become a player, decided to solve the

problem from the root:

If you don't want to be killed by weirdo, you have to become

a weirdo first.

With the [Weird Life Role-playing Game] system, Yan Jing played them, gradually understood them, and finally became

them and took over their lives.

Yes, weird people also have their own lives.

They have their own interpersonal relationships, their own

daily life, and the murderer who killed them.

"The mysterious cameraman in the strange city"

"The dejected young master of the grotesque Republic of China period"

"The cat boss on the cybo street"...

Every weirdo has his own unfinished story.

An ordinary student accidentally traveled into an other universe and became the king of a small kingdom. He had gotten a “Cheating Code” of life and was able to complete something extraordinary. This is the story about a king that was able to conquer continents and leave behind him an ultimate legend that will be recited between every generation to come.

【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.

[Apocalypse + Farming + Modded Survival] Affected by a mysterious magnetic field, the entire world transforms into a digitized realm, immediately plunging into a terrifying mutation crisis! In a world teeming with infected, survivors must scavenge for resources and stay alive.

Lin Cheng, a reborn individual, is astonished to discover that this world's mechanics are exactly like a game he played in his previous life called Minecraft! While other players are desperately searching for food, Lin Cheng is already piloting a helicopter vehicle, shuttling between cities to transport supplies.

Food problems? He has automatic farms!

Hordes of infected? He has redstone mechanisms!

Just as Lin Cheng is about to sweep through the world of the infected, he realizes that the curtain on true survival has only just begun to rise...

Lin Tuo quit his job and returned to the countryside, trying to reopen the martial arts gym in this era of decline of martial arts.

There was a mysterious sand table in his old house.

In the sand table, is a modern city that is constantly in motion.

Observing carefully, he found that it was exactly the same as the city where he had worked and lived for several years, Yangcheng!

Lin Tuo moved his face forward and bent down curiously.

Countless citizens on the street raised their heads in astonishment and looked towards the sky.

“I’m not mistaken, am I? What’s in the sky..how..a face appeared?!”

[Family Immortality][Longevity through Taoism][Group Portrait]

A family treasure tree appeared in Xu Fugui's body that needed the blood of his descendants to nourish it.

He gave birth to five children, and the treasure tree grew five branches and produced the initiation fruit.

When his descendants exceeded a hundred, the treasure tree grew a large number of branches and produced spiritual roots and immortal fruits.

When he lived to be a hundred years old, the treasure tree grew to ten meters high and condensed nectar.

At first, the treasure tree was just a bare sapling.

Countless years later, the Xu family treasure tree grew into a towering tree with thousands of branches and branches that covered the sky.

"Kingdom Calendar 1945:" "My name is Eli Holmes. I used to be a healthy and sunny game planner, and now I'm the High Priest of the Church of Destiny." "Every day I maintain a good sleep schedule. After waking up, I enjoy a relaxing glass of milk and a five-minute run. Even the God of Death praises my good health." "In my spare time, I do good deeds and accumulate virtue, thus building up a good reputation in the capital." Gazing out the window at the distant view, Eli wrote in his diary, lamenting the ease of retirement. [The sinister and cunning Eli surveyed the empire's landscape, pondering, as if plotting one cruel plan after another to achieve his unparalleled ambitions.] "As you can see, I can still hear the narration, but it always slanders me." Eli rubbed his brow in distress, closed his diary, and waved to the...

Looking at the kidnapped Xiaolan and Sonoko, Shiraishi E was stunned.

When he woke up, he turned out to be a kidnapper?

What? There is also a gangster system?

Then I won't be a gangster either!

As a time traveler, wouldn't it be great to directly plagiarize the reasoning results of Kudo Shinichi and become a famous detective?

Shiraishi E took off the mask, apologized and let them go.

But Sonoko refused to accept it. She said: "Since you have kidnapped me, you must be responsible for me!"

Shiraishi E: "????"

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

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PS: Relaxed, refreshing, CP breaking up, harem.