What's it like to travel to the world of Ultraman Tiga and become a genius scientist? Thanks for the invitation. I'm currently in TPC, and my "God-Making Plan" has already been shelved by the higher-ups. No worries, true wisdom never fears solitary exploration. Golza cells? Melba genes? Gakuma's rock core? Everything can be used to my advantage! Unlock the multiverse technology tree, build EVA bio-weapons from scratch, and crush all the unknown with absolute technological power! When Ultraman Tiga is embroiled in a fierce battle, the world will remember the gospel from the East! (Keywords: Ultraman Tiga, EVA, apocalyptic crisis, technological advancement, NERV)

Chen Xing: Hey everyone, I really want to play Stellaris, but seeing aliens makes me nauseous. Is it still possible to get into it? Emperor: Yes, bro, you can! ---------------------------------- (ps: This story is based on the author's personal experience, with just a little embellishment (●'◡'●))

They're all loyal when you talk about it, but they won't go when you ask. This statement perhaps best reflects the reality of the Warhammer world.

It contains so much passion and romance between men, but even more so, endless despair.

Zhou Bin, this unlucky fellow, simply joined a Warhammer 40K fan group by chance, watched a few short videos recommended by them, and, following their advice, reluctantly shouted a few words of loyalty in the group. Before he knew it, he had been transported to the world of Warhammer 40K.

He became one of the countless ordinary people in this world, and how will he struggle to survive in this universe full of malice towards humanity?

This book is also known as: *Blood Sacrifice to the God-Emperor*, *The Second Empire, Starting with Slaanesh, Has No Secrets*, and *Your Majesty, Please Abdicate*. When you arrive in a corrupt and decadent empire, sold into slavery in the arena, will you rely on blood and glory to overthrow the entire empire, or will you indulge in the carnal pleasures of noble and aloof ladies, beautiful and sexy female knights, elegant and alluring countesses, charming and beautiful duchesses, wild and fiery centaurs, bewitching drow elves, and graceful and elegant high elves? Or will you rely on intrigue to add a song of treachery to this corrupt empire? Or perhaps, the song of life can also be played in the crucible of humanity. For Asmodel, this is not important. Because, you just mentioned secrets, right?

[Gundam SEED Fanfiction] QQ Group: 414405154 - Exchange and discuss civilizations! ———————————— Reborn into the world of Gundam SEED, he spent fifteen peaceful years in Copernicus City, only to relocate to Junius VII. Felix's scalp tingled at the thought of Junius VII's future. Realizing that relocating might prove futile, Felix resolutely decided to join ZAFT, determined to change Junius VII's fate and save his parents. Entering the vortex of war, Felix realized that once the arrow is shot, there's no turning back. To achieve the future he desires, he must constantly move forward and make choices. ………… "The world is a vast makeshift theater, where everyone is both an actor and a screenwriter; the script is constantly changing, the performance is constantly shifting, the future is constantly being reset; only the director who calls a halt has the right to determine the future!" - Author Hu Yan

As the Hun's horses' hooves shattered the ice of the Rhine, the 16-year-old Roman farmer Marcus knew only two things: run, and revenge.

On the day his village burned to the ground, his parents' blood soaked his sandals, his sister's cries were swallowed by the barbarians' wild laughter. From a slave in the army to a blood-soaked centurion, he grasped the old centurion's sword and tore his way through the corrupt legions: officers fed the barbarians with rations, the emperor watched the flames of Rome drunkenly, and even the swords of Gothic mercenaries were sharper than Roman standards.

When the Vandals sacked the Eternal City, he dragged his dying sister out of the pile of corpses, but his only response was "Don't let Rome rot completely."

In 476, the last Western Roman emperor stepped down from the throne. Marcus stood among the broken pillars, the rust on his sword redder than the setting sun. The empire was dead, but the smoke from cooking stoves crushed by iron hooves, the sighs of dying veterans, the faded word "Rome" on the pages of books—he wanted to let them breathe a little longer in the setting sun.

This is not an epic about saving the world, but a story about a small person who uses his life to protect a spark of light in an era of collapse.

The already-unordered order on Earth crumbled, ushering in a new era of coexistence of despair and hope.

Fanatical believers are like a raging fire, and paranoids are like a raging wave out of control; confused people are like flying catkins in the wind, and blindly following puppets are like duckweed on the water.

What kind of magnificent epic will they draw?

Where should humanity and all living things go?

Being an Astartes isn't all about fighting and killing. To run a successful Chapter, one must also be worldly-wise and empathetic. Prejudices are as heavy as a mountain. Yet, the outside world's stereotypes about the Warhammer universe are always right. How can we build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects? We must build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects! From recruit to Chapter Master, a Space Marine will never admit to partial brain necrosis. Yet, from the Emperor to the Four Gods, the mighty powers of the Warp always want to make life easy for everyone. The holy God-Emperor once declared that he was not a god. Kaz Samar expressed complete indifference to the human gods' insistence on saying he wasn't a god. He kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes, I bow when I'm due, I kneel when I'm due." After centuries of hard work, Kaz finally became Chapter Master and was at his desk, writing his memoirs, attempting to record his eventful life for the Imperium. Then, a brash recruit barged into his room. "Chapter Master, promethium is half price in the next sector!" Alas, even the Imperium's demigods can't escape the chores of food, clothing, and daily necessities. He put down his personal memoirs and pulled out his chapter account book. Is there much in the bank? Not much.

[Succubus + Western Fantasy World + Light Novel + Sigma + Farming + Cultivation Stream + Multiple Girls]

At the beginning, he traveled through the villain's minions and was even killed and his body was thrown away. Faced with his poor and almost pitiful physical fitness and ridiculously high charm value, Angel did not complain or cry, but just gritted his teeth and calmly tried his best to survive.

Build a camp, be self-sufficient, earn money to go to school, and teach yourself...

He overcame the difficulties with gritted teeth, but there were more and more uninvited guests in his life:

The little girl who was destined to be sacrificed to the demon god always came to secretly watch him.

The Ice Witch, who should be a good match for the hero, always blushes inexplicably when looking at him.

The White-haired Witch, whose total magical power rivals that of an ancient sage, seems to favor him.

The cruel and hypocritical princess seems to have taken a completely different path from the main plot.

He clearly just wanted to survive in this world by relying on his familiarity with the plot and knowledge of the future, but Angel slowly discovered that things seemed to be beyond his control.

Ultimately, he had to make his own choice:

Should he follow the plot, or give up his only advantage and live a different life?

...

Angel looked up at the sky and sighed, but his emerald green eyes remained calm and peaceful.

"Anyway, time to get to work."

In the dark night, he talked to himself and gently stirred the charcoal in the campfire with tongs. The sparks illuminated his face, which seemed always calm. Ingres stood up and walked towards the dark forest.

...

This is a story about a villain who fights to the death to survive.

Blue, wearing these familiar gadgets, stood on the streets of 2025. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, spilling onto the asphalt, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and bread. He didn't know why he'd arrived here in 2077, but the beauty of this world, free of nuclear wastewater, synthetic food capsules, and cyberpsychopaths, filled him with a trance. The city of fifty-three years ago was still vibrant, its people's faces still reflecting genuine emotions. Since he couldn't go back, he'd return to his old ways. In this age before technology, he remained the middleman treading the fine line between right and wrong: connecting people, resolving problems for clients, and even creating them when necessary. After all, no matter where...