Some say I am a Frankenstein, some say I am the richest man in the world, some say I am a playboy, some say I am the ghost of death…

No, those are all wrong.

Luke Xiao stood in front of the Wall of Origins and said lightly, “I’m just a genius.”

Li Jie has just landed in Gotham City. He's transmigrated to the DC universe, becoming a penniless, low-level patrolman. His system is unreliable, so what to do? Of course, he'll find a way to make money! (This is a pure DC universe story, presented from an ordinary person's perspective, but without a system, an ordinary person truly can't survive. Your valuable feedback is welcome.) This is not a combat-focused, action-packed story; it doesn't offer the exhilarating feeling of transmigrating into Superman or Deathstroke and wreaking havoc. Enter at your own risk.

After being punched awake, Morin found himself a prisoner of war. He'd imagined a world reminiscent of the eve of World War I, but the reality was far worse. And why, even a soldier of the Empire, was he an ally of the International Brigade volunteers? The tin-canned assault troopers wielding swords and shields, the armored knights powered by a hybrid of diesel and magic, and the accompanying mages...all of this told Morin that there was something wrong with this world, and it was a big one. But his priority now was how to survive this war, the one that was supposed to "end all wars." Elements of this book: a magical retelling of World War I, the true man's role as a tyrant, diesel armored knights, airship boarding...