"It has now been discovered that the mortal Chen Shun'an has accumulated many good deeds and merits. He is hereby specially appointed as the Grass-Head God [Water-Splitter Who Collects Dew], and is granted a Grass Talisman, thus elevating his divine position."

"Thank you so much, Great God, for bestowing upon me this divine title. I am deeply grateful!"

Chen Shunan immediately knelt down and automatically assumed the identity of 'minor god'.

However, no one responded.

Chen Shunan mustered his courage and looked up.

The speaker was merely an unnamed divine scroll, its position conspicuously vacant!

Chen Shunan's eyes widened suddenly, and an extremely bold idea rose in his mind!

He grabbed it!

"Since the position of Water Emperor is vacant and no one is going to take it, I'll take it."

...

When Dongzhou entered the pass, it ruled the world with the power of shamans and demons. The disciples of Baishan took control of the court, and all kinds of lineages were defeated and fled.

However, the dynasty's reign was short-lived. At that time, the dynasty was coming to an end, and the world was in chaos and demonic phenomena were frequent.

Externally, various religions are knocking on our door with their new doctrines, smuggling hibiscus incense; internally, secret societies are forming alliances to subvert the state.

Three thousand unorthodox paths, eight hundred side sects, one hundred and eight upper sects, Dragon Tiger Golden Elixir, the Eight Schools of Supreme Enlightenment, the God of the Spiritual Path, the Civil and Martial Pu'an... the lineage is restored.

Chen Shun'an, who was fifty years old and knew the will of Heaven, transmigrated to this world. He struggled for most of his life, but he was still just a water carrier from a bitter well in the capital. He accidentally obtained a scroll of the "True Spirit Treasure Edict of the Three Primal Water Officials", which gave him control over the mountains and rivers of the world and made him the Water Official of the Three Primal Elements.

As time goes by, all dharma is like a dream, an illusion, a bubble.

Only when waterways are flowing freely can I dwell amidst heaven and earth.

Inside a clock tower, a professor is introducing the flourishing of European magic. "I'm telling you, only Europe is the center of magical knowledge; other regions are just places for country bumpkins!" "But teacher, Japan is hosting the Holy Grail War! I heard it's related to the Third Magic." "...That's an exception; Japan is still the countryside." "But the Fifth Magician is also in Japan." "That's an exception; it doesn't prove anything." "The descendants of the First Magician also live in Japan." "A...an exception..." "But the Fourth Magician is also in Japan...Teacher? Where are you going?" "Pack my bags and move to Japan!" --- A singularity descended from beyond the origin, he inherited the path of a magician and began to travel the world. Indifferent to destruction, indifferent to the future, he simply passed by like the wind. But his originally light steps unknowingly became heavy due to numerous karmic connections. The fairytale witch, the moon princess, and the sometimes-gathering, sometimes-scattering Fifth Magician—their existence bound his thoughts to the planet. Then he understood that in order to live up to their expectations, he would guide the world to a future without the Steel Earth and the Moon Coral. (Storyline: The Night of the Wizarding Magus - Tsukihime -)

During the freshman orientation class at the Royal Capital Magic Academy, a professor addressed the students below the podium: "Magic isn't just about unleashing a cheap fireball with a staff." "Potions, scrolls, runes... mastering any one of them is enough to call yourself a magician." Only one? Roy glanced at the rows of spells, magical items, potions, magic swords, and other magical creations in his mental magic database and couldn't help but raise his hand: "Professor, what if I mastered them all?" The professor turned to Roy: "Then you can call yourself a Grand Archmage."

Night falls, neon lights flicker. Gods build the stage, mortals become puppets. This is "Paradise of the Gods," a place where danger and opportunity coexist, where countless players frantically lose their lives or undergo transformative changes in each instance. Until Chen Jiang appears. Paradise of the Gods welcomes its 13th god. ... "There are 52 possible cards, but the magician always holds the 53rd." "My name is Chen Jiang, a..." "The Magician."

"Heavens above, please let me pull Gilgamesh!" Yue Chen knelt on the ground, frantically pressing the ten-pull button. He'd stumbled upon a system, thinking it would be the moment his mundane life would burst with color. However, this system was a bottomless pit. Want to get stronger? Sure, spend money. No money? Want to get stronger without money? Yue Chen cried out. "Singer, there are so many people on that stage, I want to go and show off my singing too!" Wait, Your Majesty! You'll kill someone! "Mommy, I want to eat." Sweetie~ Jack, tomorrow I'll take you to the wilderness survival show crew. "Oh! Power!" Whoa! A muscular man in a straitjacket jumps out! Yue Chen's future is unpredictable.

Akira, who died from an illness, was resurrected in a parallel world's Tokyo. His appearance and figure were said to resemble Yukino Yukinoshita from the anime, which was one thing. What troubled him most was that this world had ghosts and monsters, forcing him to become a shrine maiden to survive. But who could explain it? Whether it was a white-haired, red-eyed ancient shrine maiden, a naive vampire heiress, or a black-clad woman wielding dual swords, they all wanted to marry him! Even the demons and monsters wanted to! The problem was… he was a man! He didn't want to get married! [Please don't be offended if you disagree]

Deep within the capital city, in the quiet, ancient alleys, lies Lin Chen, a seemingly gentle young man who carries the thousand-year legacy of the Northern Song Dynasty's "Wen Shu Ge" (Literary Pavilion). He can play the zither, evoking the totems of civilization and stunning the world; he can appraise and date treasures, making a decisive judgment at Panjiayuan Market; and he possesses both "a heart of zither and a heart of swordsmanship," his ancient martial arts moves imbued with the fantastical light and shadow of intangible cultural heritage, repelling enemies without a trace.

Faced with the Qin family's commercial strangulation, the "Black Cross" organization's cultural plunder, and the open and covert attacks of international forces, he joins hands with the gentle ancient book restorer Su Qingwan, the charming business queen Shen Mei, the fiery ancient martial arts successor Chu Yao, and the capable Interpol agent Ye Jinbao, navigating antique streets, auction houses, and cultural secrets.

From the capital to the world, he has used his unparalleled talent to blend intangible cultural heritage with technology and fantasy. Amidst political intrigue, business battles, and dialogues between civilizations, he has safeguarded the cultural heritage of China, making the name "Wen Shu Ge" resound throughout the world and writing a legend of civilization protection and global confrontation.