[DND] [Baldur's Gate] [Warlock] [Goddess of Magic's Chosen] A group-playing enthusiast named Levi encounters a dump truck and wakes up in Baldur's Gate—starting with 1 health! He's a Warlock! The system is frantically popping up reminders for quests! "Is this traversal level hellish?!" Even more outrageous—his clan leader is a swordswoman who can transform into a silver-haired beauty, and the Goddess of Magic is secretly giving him private goods. While other Warlocks rely on their clan leaders for survival, he's constantly being "trained" by both the clan leader and the Goddess. In the land of Faerun, ruled by dice girls, he uses his charm level 16 to talk down NPCs and his magic to change fates. But he always fails miserably on Dexterity checks! He can dodge a giant axe, but not a priestess. When the DND meme becomes reality—"DM! Why is this Warlock so good at fighting, healing, and flirting?!" "Because... he's truly God's Chosen!" Welcome...

Wu Tian wakes up one morning as an ordinary white dog in a Miao village. Fortunately, a system panel allows him to discover his talents, allowing him to survive in the mountains, where evil spirits and demons are rampant. Until one day, a sword flashes from the sky, and he realizes that there are immortals in this world...

Rebirth and the flood world, become one of them.

From the very beginning, I wanted to rely on my own prophetic awareness all the way.

Later, I slowly found that this flooded world was far from as simple as I thought.

Did Pangu really fall? Why did the three thousand gods and demons stop Pangu from opening the sky?

Zhou Jun: "No matter what plans or plots you have, I will break them for you."

"I need my place on this table!"

Di Kun "Pursue the road ahead and get transcend. I'm not a pawn, I'm a chess player."

Hongjun: "Who is blocking my way behind me? How can this make me a Taoist ancestor!"

Lu Yuan transmigrated to the Great Gan Dynasty, a place rife with demons and monsters, a place of fierce competition and intellectual strife. Here, literature could lead to sainthood, and martial arts to godhood. Here, the rich feasted on meat and wine, while human life was treated like dirt. Exploitation... oppression... backstabbing... manipulation... the world was heartless, treating all things as straw dogs. Fortunately, he possessed a golden scroll granting him limitless job titles. [Ox and Horse] → [Myriad Star Lord] → [Chaos·Demon Lord of Gods] [Martial Artist] → [Prison-Suppressing Martial God] → [Return to the Void·Master of the End] [Scholar] → [Poet Immortal of Calamity] → [Primordial·Saint Ancestor of Creation] Initially, Lu Yuan only wanted to eliminate those hypocritical, hypocritical people who spouted benevolence and morality. Later, he overturned the entire unjust world. ... Some called him a god who reshaped the rules, others saw him as a demon who reversed all laws. But gods and demons were merely ordinary members among the billion oxen and horses under Lu Yuan's rule. (Also known as: Let You Be...)

In the summer of 1998, Jiang Cheng's mentor was wrongfully imprisoned, his lifelong faith shattered. His beloved turned on his sworn enemy, mocking his inflexibility. Hailed as a legal genius, he was fired from the top law firm, Tianzheng, leaving a permanent stain on his resume. Overnight, he went from a prized talent to a pariah in the legal world.

However, no one knows that Jiang Cheng, having died once, has a soul that has long been tempered into a cold and tough one. He rekindles his life for only two things: revenge and practicing true justice!

Since the shady rules of the law firm wouldn't tolerate him, he set out for a higher level, wielding even sharper authority. A mysterious letter of accusation led him to the procuratorate's door. In the name of prosecutor, he sought revenge! Flipping through the case files, he uncovered clues; in court, former enemies sat in the dock. Starting with a financial dispute, he uncovered the shady dealings between officials and businesspeople that had entrenched themselves in Jiangcheng for over a decade!

Facing threats and encirclement from all sides, Jiang Cheng simply pushed his glasses up and said calmly, "Sorry, I'll decide your sentences after I've reviewed this file."

(Not a saintly person, decisive in killing! No system, relying purely on IQ and experience to crush! Single female protagonist, focusing on career line! Hardcore legal novel, take you to appreciate the iron-blooded style of prosecutors in the late 1990s!)

Transmigrated to a fantasy world of swords and magic, Heath becomes an ordinary apothecary apprentice. But by chance, he becomes bound to a mysteriously powerful [Profession Manual]. With the manual, he can quickly take on jobs, activate special job skills, allocate skill points, and level up, reaching the pinnacle of various ordinary professions. [Apothecary Apprentice] can activate the job skill [Quick Sorting]; [Blacksmith Apprentice] can activate the job skill [Quick Forging Templates]; [Apothecary] can activate the job skill [Advanced Potion Preparation]... And so, Heath prepares to take on various different jobs, becoming the most popular guy in town besides the adventurers. Until—"These heretics actually sacrificed the entire village!" Heath changes his job to [Warrior], angrily shouldering his weapon, and walks into the Adventurers' Guild. [Warrior] can activate...

In Tokyo in 1996, the pain after the bubble burst swept across Japan. As soon as Makoto Miyamoto opened his eyes, he was caught in a dead end - his parents died, creditors blocked the door, and his only sister wanted to drop out of school and sell herself to pay off the debt! And he, a poor high school student who had just traveled through time, was thinking about life in front of the wilted tofu in the refrigerator. Until a strange subtitle suddenly appeared in front of him: [Bowling skills +3, physical foundation +1] It turns out that you can become stronger just by exercising? ! Everyone was in danger during the bubble era, but Makoto Miyamoto wanted to find a completely different path. But wait... Why after strengthening his physical foundation, he could smell the smell of soap on others from ten meters away? Makoto Miyamoto suddenly thought of something. So this physical foundation strengthening, can it still be used in this kind of place? !

In his previous life, Cui Xian was a PhD in Chinese Language and Literature from a prestigious 985 university.

In this life, he transmigrated to a poor family in ancient times—

A poor family, a pregnant mother, young older siblings, a father and uncle who failed the college entrance exam six times, a grandmother who fantasizes about her son passing the exam and suffers from hysteria, and him who is only eight years old.

Choi Hyun: This is too tragic.

To change his fate, Cui Xian went out to work as a page for a rich young master.

But the young master was a poor student and afraid of taking the exam, so he came up with a bad idea: to secretly register Cui Xian for the imperial examination.

As a result, Cui Xian not only passed the exam, but also went on a killing spree.

He began his studies at the age of eight, wrote "Ode to the Goose" at eight, "Sympathy for the Peasants" at eight and a half, and "... " at nine... Countless great poets were so moved by his work that they gave up writing altogether.

His eight-legged essays laid the foundation for the eight-legged essay format and are hailed as the 'foundational' work.

He opened the stage for debate, engaging in a verbal battle with renowned scholars and learned men from all over the world, proving himself unbeatable.

His commentaries on the Four Books were included in official schools and became the ancient version of the imperial examination textbooks.

He achieved the highest rank in the imperial examination at the age of seventeen.

He also mentored six disciples who became top scholars in the imperial examinations.

He entered the cabinet as Grand Secretary at the age of twenty-seven, reaching the pinnacle of his official career.

He was the last pillar of the literary world in Daliang, a role model and idol for scholars.

Of all the talents in the world, he alone possesses eight-tenths.

He could compose poetry and debate classics when he was in retirement, and write policy essays when he was in the civil service examinations. With his pen, he could govern a great nation; on horseback, he could bring peace to the world.

He single-handedly extended the dynasty's life by three hundred years.

They destroyed Japanese pirates, eliminated the Tatars, built cannons and arsenals, assembled warships, opened up new sea routes, and launched expeditions to Europe.

It became the behind-the-scenes controlling shareholder in 16 countries around the world.

He stood, and the emperor dared not sit.

The officials and ministers wept bitterly, eagerly awaiting: When will the Grand Secretary return to ascend the throne?

And it all started that day when Cui Xian took the imperial examination in place of his young master…

"Doctor, for the past ten days, I've been hearing someone calling my name in my sleep."

“Mr. Huang Tian, ​​you are hallucinating.”

“I’m sure I heard it.”

"Then you have anxiety somatization."

"Anxiety somatization?"

"Anyway, you're fine, don't worry. Just don't smoke or drink, go to bed early and get up early, and relax, and you'll be alright."

"..."

On September 5th, I went to see a doctor, who said I had no illness whatsoever, which put my mind at ease. However, that afternoon I was laid off from my job.

On September 6th, I tried not to think about anything before going to sleep, and I actually slept soundly until dawn. However, when I opened my eyes, I was horrified to hear someone calling my name. This was the first time I had heard these voices while fully awake.

On September 7th, I didn't sleep all day and looked haggard because I kept hearing ghostly calls in my ears, day and night.

On September 8th, I was overjoyed because I discovered that I could not only turn off the voices calling my name, but also see the scene of the people talking about me—could I be a god?

September 9th…

Some time later, just when I thought my superpowers were over, I vaguely heard tens of thousands of people shouting in unison, "The heavens are dead, the yellow heavens shall rise."

I was stunned: Is this also the Yellow Heaven?

I practiced until my body resembled a crane's form, and beneath a thousand pines lay two volumes of scriptures. I came to inquire about the Dao, but there was nothing more to say; the clouds were in the blue sky, and the water was in the bottle.

When Ji Shi woke up, he found himself transmigrated into the body of the Jiajing Emperor, who was obsessed with cultivating immortality, and it seemed that he had even succeeded in cultivating immortality.