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.

In 2076, Night City was rated as the worst city in the world by the company.

Bai Ge made an indelible contribution to this, but many people seem to have a slight misunderstanding of him.

I'm not a cyber maniac who kills everyone I see!

Nor am I an anti-human element who keeps giant cyber rats in captivity!

It is even less likely to be those crazy AIs on the old network.

This is all the media slandering and defaming me, they are slandering me!!

"In terms of fighting ability today, who in the alien world can be called the best?"

"Haven't you experienced the difference between one supreme being and two heroes? The first one must be the old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei, who has both life and death and a complete thunder method!"

"I don't think so. There are so many heroes in the world."

"Then who else do you think there is?"

"Can't I get anywhere at the headquarters?"

"Haha, then it's a numerical weird!"

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!

No romantic pairing, Earth consciousness, does not become human.

He unexpectedly arrived in the Ultraman world. While many transmigrators became light or monsters, he became the Earth consciousness, specifically the Earth consciousness of the Gaia universe. His initial configuration included Gaia, the light of the earth, and Agul, the light of the ocean. However, his earth and ocean were always fighting, and there was also a mutated sky light whose root destruction summoned entity was watching him covetously.

What a disastrous start!!!

Can you two please listen to me for a second? Stop fighting!! You're both my children!

Renlong, Gilu, Zhongnaier, Tiguris... you are all my good monsters too.

Go to Earth in Ultraman Mebius's world, rescue the monsters, and fight Bogard and Emperor.

Go to Earth in Blaze, or rescue the monsters, communicate with alien civilizations, and fight cosmic monsters?

Go to Max Earth, where human civilization and the Delos civilization work together to deal with Earth's disasters. We are all Earthlings.

Go to Orb's original Earth, save people and trees, move the trees to a new place, and maybe clear their heads while you're at it.

Go to Earth in Nexus, or maybe we should change the defense force.

GOOD NEWS: You've been isekai'd!

BAD NEWS: It's the Warhammer world.

GOOD NEWS: It's Warhammer Fantasy, not 40K!

BAD NEWS: You're in Reikland, Sigmar's Empire.

GOOD NEWS: Soul transmigration (not naked isekai)!

BAD NEWS: No cheat skills or golden fingers.

GOOD NEWS: Your village has no Beastmen herds nearby!

BAD NEWS: Too late to back out now—whoosh!—welcome to your new life.

(Tags: No-System Survival | Grimdark Comedy | Average Joe in Fantasy-Hell | The Empire's Worst Luck)

Eli, who came to the Universal Century, witnessed the cruelty of war. Driving a mass-produced machine, he wanted to stay away from the world of conflict.

But he never thought that the meteor of the new human in the battle really made him want to do something.

He wanted to change the tragedy.

Come and witness, the tears of another Universal Century

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"

Near the Ghoul Sector in the northeastern part of the Milky Way, a Primarch Incubation Chamber crashed onto the planet Nostramore, a world of perpetual night. Conrad Kotz emerged from the dark crater onto the surface, arriving in the world of perpetual night. A destined fate of terror and darkness, an inescapable destiny of death! A slave to fate! The protagonist, Conrad Kotz, after a fragmented experience, witnesses a slight shift in his destiny, experiencing a rebirth from darkness to light, changing the world of perpetual night, rising like the sun!