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Upon waking, Jiang Chen found himself transmigrated into the body of the owner of a game company. However, the original owner was betrayed by his partner, his company was emptied, and all project documents were stolen. With the game launch event just around the corner, Jiang Chen awakened a cheat-like ability: [World-Shaking Game Generation System] [Rules: As long as there is sufficient anticipation, any game can be automatically generated based on the host's specified plot and gameplay, and can be produced using VR, AR, MR, and other technologies...] Seeing the effect, Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Simple. This was too simple. As a novel enthusiast, he had a bellyful of plot ideas. So... at the game launch event. When everyone thought this company was just bragging and a marketing company, Jiang Chen uploaded the game's first promotional video. The next second. Everyone's pupils dilated in shock. In a desolate and cold deep space, nine gleaming black dragon corpses, bound by thick, jet-black chains, pulled an ancient bronze coffin, heading straight for the audience... "Holy...holy...holy shit!!!" ———————— This book is also known as "A Disaster! This Game Only Has a Promotional Video!" "Making CG with heart, but not making games?" "The game is amazing, but where is the game we want?"...

(Ratings have just started and will increase later) Overnight, the world changed dramatically, superpowers descended, and countless lucky people gained various powerful abilities.

Some rule a divine kingdom, with ten thousand Buddhas paying homage at a wave of their hand; some incarnate in countless forms, omnipresent; and some even become immortals on the spot, ascending to heaven in broad daylight!

The old order crumbled, and a brilliant yet cruel era of great struggle, belonging to the extraordinary, suddenly descended.

In this era of great strife, Jiang Qi can gradually grow stronger simply by soaking in water. Although he was extremely weak in the early stages, he possessed an infinite lifespan.

No matter how arrogant and powerful you are, no matter how dynasties rise and fall, no matter how many myths emerge... he only needs a pool of clear water to wait for time to pass, and he can become the strongest.

As the long years passed, he witnessed the end of an era, the collapse of civilization, and the demise of countless people...

[Honkai Impact 2] 10 [Honkai Impact 3] 10 [Extremely Difficult] 10 [Zero Era] 10 [Epic of Chasing Fire] 10 [Many Personal Settings] 10 [Multiple Heroines] A soul from another world... takes on the responsibility of saving the world... How much will he have to pay to transform this already beyond saving world into what everyone desires? "I stand on the ruins turned to flames, and make a promise to everyone... I will stake everything to correct this flawed world." "Kevin~ Stop acting cool, everyone's waiting for you~" "Ellie... coming soon, this is a gift for the successor, of course we have to prepare it well..." ... The shadow on the throne opens its eyes. "So... it was a dream..."

The wasteland storm was still roaring, but Su Ze had already pressed the "new game" button.

In a nostalgic game, he and the system unexpectedly plunged into the apocalyptic world of "Faraway"—

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself to be Albert Black, the protagonist exiled from Vault 13.

The regulator's task prompts are cold and impersonal:

"Searching for water purification chips, remaining time: 150 days."

Thus, the ticking of the Geiger counter became his heartbeat.

Every speck of radioactive dust reminded him: This is not a game, this is life.

From a monster-infested wasteland to a steel fortress of super mutants,

From the low growl of the dog meat vendor to the countdown to the nuclear missile silo,

Suze—or rather, Albert—must exist in the collapsing world.

Using the magic of the "system" and the struggle of the "protagonist,"

Go and retrieve that tiny chip.

It also reclaimed humanity's last glimmer of hope and glory.

The end of the world has come, and the legend begins.

Welcome to the wasteland, please don't die too quickly.

411 years after the Great Cataclysm! Super corporations monopolize cities, extraordinary beings regard mortals as ants, and the path to ascension has been completely controlled. Cultivators install [External Spiritual Roots], transplant [Extraordinary Spiritual Bodies], and their primordial spirits leave their bodies to engage in hacking wars on the psionic network! Martial artists, with the [Nine Dragons Power], can move mountains with a flick of their wrists and fill seas with a single step! Injecting [Giant God Gene Potion], they traverse the starry sky and pluck stars from the moon. Modified humans, whose original bodies are weak, are transformed into immortals! With [Psionic Supercomputing Chips] installed in their brains, their bodies merge with cosmic behemoths, simulating destiny models, becoming even more monstrous than monsters! ...Finally, a bronze tower arrives in the clouds, allowing everyone to enter and awaken their talents, plunder resources, fight for treasures, and finally escape safely! The universe will welcome an emperor, ten thousand immortals will compete to become a king, and the god above gods will finally arrive! Wu Yu opens his panel, and his unique "Peerless Talent" shines with colorful light. "【Chaos Nameless】, activate!" "You are a commoner student at a prestigious university, secretly a sinful immortal hiding among mortals who has violated heavenly laws. Behind the scenes, you are the first-ranked witch in the Etheric Sequence. You are also the successor of Medicine King Valley, the captain of the 【Song of the Secret Sea】, the son of the Twelve Flower Goddesses, a martial artist skilled in both sword and saber, and someone who attained enlightenment in a dream..."

[Warhammer 40,000: The Merchant Ronin Fanfiction] [No System] [Loyal and Unorthodox] [Harem] [Growth] [Multiple Perspectives] [Entire Group]

When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.

This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.

Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.

[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]

Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?

[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]

【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】

【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】

【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】

Having traversed Warhammer 40K, I found myself on the day of the Fall of Cadia! The roar of chaos filled my ears, and before my eyes, the Astragalians were being used as cannon fodder and fed into a meat grinder, with a survival rate of only 0.00017%!

With the Awakened Historian System, I can sense historical moments, record key fragments, and even activate the "Limited Intervention Protocol"—summoning real-world players to bring the Fourth Calamity to this despairing universe!

When players, clad in Kadia armor, crawled out of piles of corpses, shouted "Let's fight the boss!" at the Chaos Egg, used the molten gun like a water gun, and outmaneuvered demons with chainswords, I realized: these guys didn't treat Hell as a battlefield at all; they only treated the Fall of Kadia as a 99.9% realistic, hardcore raid dungeon!

Rescuing dying Space Marines, seizing Legionary data, and leading the remnants to break through the chaos's iron heel—the radiation zone of the Rift Valley holds a path to survival, but also a more terrifying abyss.

All I can do is lead this group of crazy players and, before Cardia completely sinks, use the shady tactics of the Fourth Scourge to pry open a ray of light for the dark future of the human empire!

[Time travel + System + Invincible protagonist + Warhammer reference + Father-son daily life + Invincible young hero]

I woke up to find myself the most miserable Primarch in the Warhammer universe, Guilliman!

At the start, the Eldar stabbed him in the neck with a knife, the Chaos Legion attacked him head-on, and his own offspring clung to a broken holy book from ten thousand years ago.

Luckily, I have the "Strongest Regent System" with me, and I merged with Regent Witrum at the start! I stopped the Thunderhawk with my bare hands, traversed warp space with my bare body, and crushed a Chaos Can with a single punch!

Abaddon: "How could he possibly be resurrected?!"

Tzeentch the Demon: "He dragged me out of warp with his bare hands!!"

Ultramariner: "Father...why are you taking out your belt?!"

Guilliman grinned: "Good boy, today Daddy will teach you what 'fatherly love is as solid as a mountain' really means!"

With all the Ultra Warriors upgraded and empowered by intelligent atoms, their offspring are all little superhumans!

The Khorne's army? Crushed! The filthy tide of corruption? Purified!

A treacherous scheme? I'll drag the real me out of the warp with my bare hands and slap him across the face!

Slaanesh is below, the Regent is above!

Guilliman shattered the Eye of Fear, grabbed the heads of the four evil gods, and threw them onto the Golden Throne: "Father, you didn't beat them hard enough or fast enough back then! This generation of Chaos—needs to be whipped with a belt!"