[Behind the Scenes][Civilization Development][Star Fleet][Advanced Technology][Stellar Similarity][Single Female Lead][Technological Advancement]

After the game ended, the civilization that had reached its peak development in the game suddenly appeared in the real universe.

This game brought Raven a wealth of knowledge beyond his wildest imagination, and also a countdown.

Superconducting materials, fusion engines, matter synthesis, dimensional folding, warp drive...

Starships, space elevators, gray goblin storms, lunar bases, star bases...

When disaster is imminent, will the politically fragmented state of the world be able to change?

Earth civilization, embrace the challenges, and then journey towards the stars!

The ruined palace is dying, waiting for the master who can restore its glory.

Li Xia became an apostle of the Transcendent Palace, but found that he was the only employee in this dying palace.

In this way, he became the first generation of the Transcendent Palace.

In order to become stronger and rebuild the palace, he must lurk in other palaces to carry out missions.

In the infinite void, he experienced the rise and annihilation of the world, and also saw the strong split the stars with a snap of their fingers.

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This is an infinite flow story.

"Infinity starts from undercover in other spaces"

"I am already a boss, and I still want to go undercover? "

Running name: "My Days in the Complete Collection of Stereotypes"

Also known as: "I Made a Big Death in Medieval Warhammer"

Darkus, wearing the Phoenix Crown, stood in the Phoenix Court of Lothern, looking at the busy and noisy port in the distance and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.

At this time, it has been more than 500 years since Darkus Hellscourge traveled to this world. As a less traditional new era Druch, he has done many things in the past 500 years and won many titles. For example, Umak of the ancient Saint Ich, the Wheel of the Universe, the Pope of Lustria, the Hand of the Witch King, the Chief Consul of Druch, the Grand Admiral of Druch, the Champion of the Prophecy, and the Blade. The Chosen of the Lord, the Chosen of Deceivers, the Champion of the Lord of the Abyss, the Druch who rejects the God of Bloody Hands, the merciful and generous conqueror of fate! wait wait wait……

Known BUG: Some immortal species will appear early.

Having traveled to the world of American Horror Story, Li Siwen obtains a containment system that can capture eerie creatures, including evil spirits, witches, and vampires. From then on, he embarks on a one-way journey to become stronger.

Ever since three virtuous and talented female thugs stormed into the shelter, Li Siwen suddenly realized that the world was not so simple!

John Wick battles Jason, Freddy kills Bill, and Lee Sven's contained creatures make their mark.

Li Siwen: "You're the Charlie's Angels, right?"

Charlie's Angels: "Don't come any closer!"

John Wick: "Run!"

Li Siwen: "Annabelle, close the door!"

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The male protagonists were jealous of him stealing their prey, and so were the villains. Li Siwen declared that they had all wronged him, because he wasn't going to let them off the hook either!

"My mother taught me from a young age that I should not take other people's things."

Li Siwen smiled: "Luckily, I never listen to her."

It all started when he was sentenced to nine hundred million years in hell...

This book is also known as: American Horror Story: The Female Protagonist is My Motivation to Become Stronger

"It's all a world of horror, who's going to catch ghosts?!"

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*The protagonist has three times the Conan physique, causing chaos wherever he goes.

*The time, place, and background of the original work have been slightly adjusted.

I've been transported to another world! My birthplace is a rice paddy, and there's a giant figure floating in mid-air with glowing eyes right in front of me. What's going on? I'm in a real hurry, waiting for some kind of cheat code online—Gero Kent, who just transmigrated.

This book will feature:

'Don't run, charge towards Ultraman's Flying Kick!'

'Titan will only waste my youth'

'Ultraman, do you really love this world that much?'

'Do what you believe is right.'

[A Semi-Digitalized World] + [Apocalyptic Theme] + [Decomposition and Recombination of Matter] + [Fun People] + [Cutting-Edge Technology] + [Not a Lone Wolf]

Upon waking up, Bai Tao, an electrical automation engineer, finds himself and all of humanity thrown into a post-apocalyptic, radioactive wasteland.

This is the VIP seat in hell—the [Radiation Black Technology Wasteland]. Radiation storms by day, ionizing storms by night, survival rates plummet like a rollercoaster. While others struggle in ordinary wastelands, Bai Tao's daily life consists of facing mutated creatures and death zones where the laws of physics have collapsed.

Fortunately, he is the protagonist of this story and awakens a talent for the [decomposition and recombination] of matter.

Rusty armor can be broken down into rare alloys; mutated monsters can be reconstituted into gene serums; even deadly radioactive dust can be refined into pure energy.

While all the survivors were desperately fighting for a can of food, Bai Tao pulled out his homemade iced cola and energy weapon.

"Friend, want to trade? I have everything you could want here."

The story of the most legendary merchant in the history of the post-apocalyptic wasteland—and perhaps the most outrageous "fun-loving man"—begins here.

Zhou Yan, a workshop technician, transmigrated into a clone of the Third Legion's Primarch, Vorgrim. "Damn it, Vorgrim, you've betrayed the working class!" "The Imperium is a corrupt empire, and the new humans are still humans... who's in favor, who's opposed!" "Some guy named Caul created a Legion of Primarch Space Marines for Guilliman... Byr, what do you think?" "Our overall strategy is to defend the Imperium's holy frontier, develop into the Imperium's dark side... sweep away the defeated Tyranid tentacles, and avoid the Necropolis of the Space Necropolis before we grow stronger... and most importantly, gather 18 Tyranid War Maidens!" After the Great Rift that tore the galaxy open, Zhou Yan led his newly formed legion to develop and grow, and the second human regime (warning: not the second Imperium) rose from the Galactic Far East!

In the distant 41st millennium, countless races clashed within the galaxy. The ravenous Devourer had extended its tentacles here, the former galactic overlords were gradually awakening, and the whispers from the warp grew ever stronger. Lin Yuan, by accident, arrived in this cesspool-like universe. Watching the heroes and warriors battling it out in the galaxy, he was filled with despair. "I was just joking, I really didn't intend to serve the Emperor." Good news: Lin Yuan acquired a system. Bad news: He resurrected in the Undercity, and the first thing the system summoned was the Zerg from StarCraft II... Lin Yuan looked at the Zerglings and cockroaches hopping around him, and the Xenomorphs circling above his head, his despair deepening. "Damn it, is this really not Tzeentch's blessing?!"

[Survival] [Farming] [Upgrade] [Building Submarines] [Deep Sea Monsters] All people travel through time. Su Yang was pulled into a magical submarine survival world during a diving activity.

Just when he was at a loss, he unexpectedly discovered that he had obtained the Eye of True Vision.

The seabed is too dark to see anything? I have the Eye of True Vision!

Turning on the sonar will attract giant sea monsters? I have true vision!

Can't find the supply box because it's too hidden? I have true vision!

While others were still struggling to avoid monsters, Su Yang had already used the Eye of True Vision to transform the submarine into an abyss fortress.

He thought he could enjoy the rest of his life relying on the existing resources, but he never expected that he would discover the most hidden truth in the entire world.

I woke up to find myself, a glorious Soviet base vehicle AI, in a bizarre American wasteland—a place filled with atomic punk metal lumps and mutated giant cockroaches, even more outrageous than the heart of capitalism!

To restore order (and incidentally have some fun), I "recruited" a group of tribal natives who couldn't even put on their own pants. The most urgent task? Teaching them to speak magnificent Chinglish! After all, who can stand that incredibly complicated, unrelated native English?

And so, a bizarre sight appeared in the wasteland: a group of blond, blue-eyed burly men, speaking broken, construction-worker-accented English, shouting "Hurrah! For Ironhead God!", drove their magnetic tanks over mutants, followed by a swaying Kirov...

Hey, you over there, the shelter kid in the blue bodysuit, and those tin knights with laser guns, any complaints about the "Red Iron Curtain"? No? Very well, comrade, welcome to the Soviet wasteland!