[Farming + Behind-the-Scenes + Development + System + Ensemble Cast + No Female Lead]

Lynn transmigrates to the continent of Bromley, which has been ravaged by the Undead Cataclysm.

It became an abandoned Gothic church.

A group of refugees who arrived by chance became his first followers.

Blessed with holy light, expanding the territory, resisting disasters, becoming the true God.

Lynn also successfully activated his cheat code—the God-level Sanctuary.

[The system detected that one hundred ghouls have been eliminated by the host's followers. Reward: The Holy Sword – Durandal!]

“This sword is just right for Liz. As a Holy Knight, she needs a sharp weapon to cut away the filth for me.”

[Host successfully defended the sanctuary and slew a Tier 3 lich. Reward: Divine spell - Divine Grace Codex.]

"Oh, perhaps I need a priest who can chant my name and bring hope to the lost sheep."

that's all.

Lynn Church became the only refuge in the darkness.

The most indestructible land of hope on the continent of Bromley!

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.

After watching "The Burial of Frielian," the ancient elves wiped away their tears and played music at the graves of their former besties. Dwarves held up posters for "The Hobbit," loudly proclaiming their own heroic spirit. A dragon nestled in its lair, watching "Breaking Bad," its ambitions burgeoning. Even wizards, nearing the divine, were captivated by space opera and "The Three-Body Problem." The gods secretly strengthened this world's defenses. I came, I saw, I conquered! Salvi will conquer the entire other world with culture!

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?"

"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...

"Hey, picking a bard for a roleplay? Are you sure? Isn't that just a mascot who plays the piano, buffs things, and flirts with girls?" "Well, it depends on who you're playing as. Ordinary bards are like that." "What else?" "What if my roleplay is Li Bai?" "...poetry, wine, swordsmanship, and chivalry?" "That's right! You need his talent, his swordsmanship, and even more so, that heroic and unrestrained spirit of 'I was born to be useful, and even if I lose all my money, I'll get it back!'" Upon waking, roleplay player Rorschach discovered he had traveled to a world of swords and sorcery with his newly created [Bard Li Bai] character card. Dragons roared, elves whispered, dwarves forged swords, and arcane magic flashed. And he, a bard supposedly at the bottom of the adventurer's contempt hierarchy, discovered that his poetry could be transformed into magic, and drinking could restore...

Transmigrating to another world, Lance received a brand new class—Charismatic Sorcerer, a class where the stronger one's charm, the more powerful their skills. Wait, skill power amplification isn't limited to this class? After carefully learning about the class, Lance happily chose to become a Paladin. Years later, a slash blasted down a Hellish Grand Duke. The Hellish Grand Duke raised his head in disbelief: "How come your Holy Slash is so powerful?" "Holy Slash?" Lance tilted his head, raising his holy sword, "Sorry, that was a normal attack, this move is—Holy Slash!" In a flash of holy light, the Hellish Grand Duke was completely purified.