Zhou Jiawen, carrying his newly created Naruto character template, traveled to the Marvel Universe. He possessed the Rinnegan (Samsara Eye), the Uzumaki clan's sage body, and a vast array of ninjutsu. And tens of millions of unused gold coins from the game's arcade. Well, I guess this is a pretty good start. But why is this Marvel Universe so different from the one I know? Spider-Man has the Venom symbiote, and Captain America starts the game wielding Thor's hammer... There's definitely something wrong with this world!

When he came to the world of Naruto, he found himself becoming the tragic character in Naruto, the fourth generation Mizukage of the Hidden Mist Village, Yagura Karutachi.

The original body was controlled by Uchiha Obito using illusion, including both himself and the tailed beast, which brought indelible pain to Kirigakure.

Is this reasonable? It's rude, it's outrageous.

Fortunately, the Third Ninja World War has not yet begun.

There is no Naruto after Pain, ninjas are not red-eyed and drive Gundams to fight each other, and the ninja world is not just Konoha.

I, Karutagi Yagura, the Three-Tails Jinchuriki, the Fourth Mizukage, am definitely not a puppet to be manipulated and played with by Uchiha Obito! I will never let the blood and tears of the Kirigakure happen again!

Kirigakure will eventually set foot on the mainland and stand at the pinnacle of the ninja world!

Ross traveled through the fairy tale world and became Sleeping Beauty who was about to be cursed by the witch. No, it was the Sleeping Prince. The black witch cast a curse, and on his fifteenth birthday, the spindle would prick him, causing him to fall into an endless sleep, and the kingdom would be destroyed. He vowed to rewrite this established tragedy! During his adventurous journey, he met many fairy tale characters: Snow White, with whom he was once engaged, Little Red Riding Hood, who was about to be eaten by the Big Bad Wolf; Cinderella wearing crystal shoes, Alice being chased by the Mad Hatter; Peter Pan, the child who refused to grow up, and Pinocchio, whose nose grew longer after he lied. His magic gradually grew, and he unexpectedly became their savior. Time flies.

"Damn it, system, you've given us a hellish start right from the beginning!"

Lu Ming roared at the system in his mind:

As a time traveler, Lu Ming constantly travels between different worlds.

Thus, it continues to grow stronger.

Cultivating oneself through traditional Chinese martial arts is the beginning of becoming stronger...

Super God (Main World) - Ip Man 2 - ...

"Single female protagonist Qin Jingru", "Yi Zhonghai's apprentice", "Game system", "1962", "Ordinary life", "Develop some technology"

He was successfully sent to the world of "Love in the Courtyard" by the Hundred Ton King, and with the principle of making the best of it, he began a peaceful life in the courtyard.

Yang Tao looked at the big words "God's Blessing" that popped up on the system, and felt a wet feeling on his face. He reached out and touched his cheek.

"sweat?"

Yang Tao looked up at the gloomy sky and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"So it's the rain! I was wondering, how could a mere courtyard make me sweat so much?"

Lin Yu transmigrated to Earth, where everyone awakens their Martial Soul at the age of eighteen. As a transmigrator, Lin Yu naturally awakened a system, but the system ran away! Before leaving, the system gave him two sets of Martial Souls, and even the Soul Rings and Soul Bones were already equipped! But what's the meaning of both being white Soul Rings, and even the Soul Bones are only ten years old?

After the system ran away, he found a fragment of the system left in his body. The function of this fragment is to give one free attribute point per second. One attribute point added to a soul ring or soul bone is equivalent to one year. Looking at his previous white soul ring and ten-year soul bone, he can only say that it is really good!

[Refreshing story + invincible protagonist + extraordinary potion system + bizarre monsters + wilderness migration and survival + item fusion and evolution + decisive and ruthless + extreme survival]

In May, when the world was shrouded in eerie fog, some people drew their swords over half a moldy steamed bun by the campfire of the migrating team. Meanwhile, Ling Feng was chewing on a piece of wheat bread in his mobile fortress. The rotten, hard lumps mixed with morning dew and peach wood had somehow become a fluffy staple food, with a sweet aroma that also carried the scent of exorcising evil spirits.

This ability was forced out by the Shadowfiend. When the Shadowfiend was chasing him to the brink of death, three wrecked cars suddenly twisted into a campervan with runic iron netting, and the faint light repelled the ghost.

He hid himself extremely well: during the day, he covered the fortress with withered branches, hiding it at the back of the line as scrap metal; at night, he activated the oxygen supply system, cultivating soul-suppressing herbs and vegetables in the cultivation chamber. But if any tomb raiders dared to touch the fortress, he would use a binding rope made of ink line and ghostly fingernails to create bait, throwing it into the fog to lure away the Crying Bone.

While others sought exorcising talismans and water, he had already used the Shadow Demon Soul Core to create an extraordinary potion. A glimmer in his eyes allowed him to see through the truth: the Crying Bone harmed people with the Heart-Eating Curse, requiring the fusion of Soul-Suppressing Grass and a Copper Bell to make Tranquilizing Incense; the Painted Skin Ghost was hiding in the crowd, requiring the use of a fragment of the Demon-Revealing Mirror and a flashlight to create a Deception-Dispelling Lamp to expose him.

The migration was long and arduous, the rotting wood forest thick with black sap that clung to souls, old clothes piled high, hooking fingers with deadly intent; the human heart was more treacherous than ghosts. But Lingfeng's fortress was always brightly lit, and the tomatoes in the cultivation pods bore golden-edged fruit, imbued with the power of the potion. He turned the steering wheel, the iron mesh shattering the ghostly shadows, the tires crushing white bones, chewing on bread as he looked at the chaos in the rearview mirror, and let out a cold laugh.

In this world, the strongest source of confidence isn't prayer, but the ability to turn scrap metal into a demon-slaying sword and moldy steamed buns into hot meals. Ling Feng happens to excel at this.