Legend has it that deep in an inconspicuous street in City B of Country M, there is a magical antique shop.

"The portrait of the muscular Lisa, the Shanghai scene during the Qingming Festival, the great sword under immense pressure..."

You can see them all here.

The owner of this antique shop is an even more remarkable man.

He is a vampire, a vampire prince who has lived for two thousand years.

"Manager, are all the antiques in your shop genuine?"

The new employee looked shocked.

They're all real. Some I drew, and some I stole when I was young and didn't know any better.

"Manager, manager! The cross necklace you're wearing is so pretty! Where did you buy it? I want to buy one too!"

"I was young and naive, and I stole it from the Vatican. But I have to say, it's actually quite comfortable to wear."

"Shocking! Store manager, you were such a thief when you were young, were you in and out of jail all the time?"

“It’s just like home; going to prison is like going home.”

"However, I have now turned over a new leaf and I just want to be an outstanding young person."

This work is also known as: I just left the beginner village and met the salted fish demon king.

Ice and snow sealed away civilization, and storms extinguished steam—this was the post-Victorian era when a prosperous steam-powered civilization was destroyed by the harsh cold.

As a bishop banished to the frigid north by a mere decree, he fights for lost power, forging a fortress of faith amidst blizzards and apocalypse, guiding lost sheep through mercury and steam.

“I am not a shepherd, I am just a psychoanalyst who couldn’t find a job and was looking for another one.” — Bishop of the St. Lucia Winter Cathedral, Diocese of Speyside, the prayer master of the seven northern cities, the gatekeeper of Eden, the enemy of the frost giants, the remnant of the golden age, the keeper of the secrets of the old civilization, the spiritual mentor and psychiatrist of legendary knights, archmages, kings, popes, the poor, and wanderers. Siren Dellandt said this.

What are the basic qualities of a villain? Transmigrating into the body of a villainous lord destined to be killed by the hero, inheriting all the family's underground businesses: slave trade, potion smuggling, cult gatherings, forbidden rituals… In a dark, insane, twisted magical world, the only way to survive is to become one with it all…? He scoffed at the idea. "If you feel your territory is chaotic and unmanageable, and the people and nobles are all eyeing your position—then don't doubt it, you simply haven't had enough corpses hanging from your city gates."

[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?"

A succubus paladin trying to turn over a new leaf. A necromancer with extreme social anxiety who only lets skeletons socialize on his behalf. An orc priest who delves deeply into the realm of life but is very afraid of blood. And I, a traveler who doesn't belong to this world - a great bard. My name is Velen, and I was on the run when I unexpectedly found a diary. I thought it was a classic plot from Dragon Quest, but the god on the other side of the diary... doesn't seem very serious? Record stories and get rewards. Record fun and get more rewards. And our team of scumbags walking on the continent - seems to be the biggest fun in itself? [A worldview with a bit of everything], [Team road adventure], [Semi-diary], [More daily life]

[Time travel + multiple male leads + system + beloved concubines]

The protagonist, Lu Bai, was playing Minecraft when he drank some water and choked to death. After waking up, he found himself in Minecraft and joined the Undead Legion.

him: Practical skills, mild temperament, a good member.

null: ...His plants are very quiet. (In contrast to a noisy teammate)

Entity 303: Little White is super funny! He's my best prank partner! ...Although he always gets caught by Boss Him. (︶︿︶)

Dreadlord: His calming herbs worked very well and helped stabilize many of my potions.

Death Knight: His bone broth... is incredibly delicious!

The main character will change later...