Mission: Exterminate the goblin tribe and rescue the female knight, Ereshkigal. Difficulty: High. Scale: City-state level. Current success rate: 0%. Base reward: 2 Intelligence attribute. Hint: Additional rewards are given if the success rate exceeds 100%. The higher the success rate, the richer the rewards. ... Marvin looked at the mission panel and decisively refused: "Don't tell me about the most beautiful girl in Baldur's Gate, the duke's daughter, or the chosen one of Losanda. I won't even attempt this mission unless the success rate is at least 300%." ​​"In this world of legends, chosen ones, and conspiracies and accidents, one must be cautious." "What? You're asking why I need to bring ten sixth-level scrolls, five bottles of highly potent arcane potions, and two adamantite golem guards just to gather herbs?" "I'm a mage. It's perfectly normal to be well-prepared for missions..."

"Why are there so many mazes and traps in the dungeon?" "Why can't I kill all the monsters in the dungeon?" "Why is the treasure in the dungeon inexhaustible?" When Zhang Gan, reborn as a small-time dungeon master, finally understood why. You imagine a dungeon master: someone with immense power, summoning demons with a wave of his left hand and destroying the world with a wave of his right. Sorry, that's all a lie. A true dungeon master needs to consider budgetary balance, neighborhood relations, monster selection, treasure selection, even the dungeon's decor, the town outside... and, most importantly, how to deal with the aggressive adventurers who covet the treasure. A well-matched, hearty battle? It doesn't exist. A qualified dungeon master's most important...

[Adventure][D&D + Minor OCR Misconceptions][Physics-Based][Violent Priest] Transmigrating to Faerûn, Leon became a priest of the Temple of War. Bad news: He has a Perception of 9 and knows no divine spells. Good news: He has Strength of 16, and receives extra rewards for solving problems physically. From then on, he embarked on a maverick path of "physical missionary work." Prayer useless? Then he'll use his fists to silence the heretics. Holy Light dim? Then he'll use the sparks of his warhammer to illuminate the night. Dragons attack? Leon smiled slightly: "I possess a physical beast taming technique; have you heard of it?" Until one day, the God of War, Tempas: "Enough! Leon! I command you to learn a divine spell! At this rate, my followers will start stretching their muscles before praying!"

Before the Grand Imperial City of Sol, the Southern Duchy's regal princess, Inanna Augusta, renowned for her iron-fisted ways, gritted her teeth as she clutched the shreds of her dress that barely covered her vitals, revealing the shattered silver armor beneath, creating a startling scene. She gazed at the screaming, wielding weapons of goblins, orcs, dark elves, barbarians, and imps... and pleaded, "Warriors, why have you come to this?" "Waaaaaaaaaa!!" "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven reigns!" "The world belongs to the Wings of the Abyss!" "The Abyss nobility reigns!" "Damn it, who touched my ass?" Then, a gust of black wings covered the sky. Levis, the Wings of the Abyss, the last true dragon lord, protector of the abyss, driver of the cancer of the world, the sinful black dragon, said helplessly, "When did I ever say I would conquer the world?"