The father is kind and the son is filial.

A green hat and an egg for eternity.

Two-Sword Dragon Varian;

Jaina, the Infinite Ship King.

Maybe you don’t believe it, but the black turtles mentioned above are just McDonald’s spendthrifts.

The days of being a spendthrift are so dull and boring. Life always needs something to pursue. When the path to becoming a god of magic opens up...

Wait! Who told me that the talent is to put 1 point in [Light], and then all points in [Charge], [Frenzy], and [Titan's Grip]?

And... who let the stupid player in?!

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Fang Wen transmigrates to the 19th year of the Republic of China and becomes a flight cadet at the Nanyuan Aviation School. Gifted with extraordinary abilities in aviation, he matures through rigorous training and eventually rises to become a legendary ace pilot in the War of Resistance against Japan. He forms an elite anti-Japanese unit and takes part in the sweeping tides of war.

With seamless integration between man and machine and a strategic perspective that spans the entire battlefield, Fang Wen not only dominates in aerial combat but also commands coordinated air-ground mechanized operations—striking fear into the hearts of the Japanese forces.

The author has already completed a two-million-word novel, a testament to their integrity. Time travel isn't unusual, but Trevor finds himself being watched by a barrage of comments after his own transmigration—and not just watched, but transmigrated again while being watched! This is a story about a protagonist forced to adventure under the watchful eyes of a barrage of comments. [Trevor, how did you transmigrate again?]... Trevor: "What's with this bunny girl from Resident Evil in front of me?"

In the distant, mist-shrouded star system lies the planet Mordovia—a forgotten fragment tucked away in the Empire's fringes, perpetually veiled beneath oppressive leaden clouds. Across its surface, towering hive cities rise like monstrous steel behemoths, spewing acrid smog into the skies. Between these urban sprawls stretch vast wastelands of festering ruins and toxic marshes, their putrid stench a testament to the planet's decay.

Nine hundred years into the forty-first millennium of humanity, a crisis brewed that would shape the fate of the entire galaxy. Beyond the farthest point ever reached by the Sun Lord's expedition, within a halo of stars that the expeditionary force had never set foot on, lay a human civilization distinct from the Empire. They considered themselves descendants of the Golden Men and dubbed themselves the Human Federation. Qiao Wen, fortunately, found himself within the Human Federation. As the sole person handling external affairs for this civilization, he discovered that he could rely not only on ancient human technology but also on his own innate magical powers.

Forty-two millennia later, the Great Rift ripped the galaxy in two, the Emperor's light gradually dimmed, and half of the Imperium of Man was plunged into endless despair and war. In this dark realm known as the "Dark Side of the Imperium," whispers of Chaos corrupt the hearts of the people, a surge of xenos devours the stars, and the isolated world of Mankind, plagued by suspicion and internal conflict, is on the verge of self-destruction.

However, when a soul, burdened with a thousand years of infamy, returns from the Warp, everything will be turned upside down. Astra Sarahar, scion of the former First Legion, a "Fallen Angel" hunted by his former brothers, opened his eyes in the darkness of despair.

What kind of fate awaits him?

(The early part is boring, no problem, but the latter part is even more boring, haha.)

Bad news: Bai Mianmian was killed by a level 10 zombie's self-destruction.

Good news: Bai Mianmian has woken up in interstellar space.

Although she was being chased by the Zerg as soon as she woke up, as a level 10 superhuman in the post-apocalyptic world, she was not about to be bullied by a tiny Zerg!

Look at her, blowing up the Zerg with her left hand and the mutated plants and animals with her right.

In interstellar space, there is little food available; the staple food is nutrient solution.

Bai Mianmian looked at the plants, animals, and insects that she had blown up and expressed doubt.

Interstellar: "Plants and animals can be eaten after purification, but the Zerg cannot."

Really?

Bai Mianmian looked longingly at the snails, shrimps, crabs, and other seafood that crawled out of the wormhole—foods rarely seen in the apocalypse.

I've heard that people on remote planets eat insectoids.

The interstellar man stared in disbelief at the two-winged worms, giant cockroaches, and other creatures emerging from the wormhole. Could these Zerg really eat?

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!

In the distant 40th millennium

The dream of humanity's golden age has vanished like a wisp of smoke.

A unique era has arrived, and this weak "god" merges with an outsider who was unexpectedly drawn into the conflict.

The combination of the two of them is actually that they're afraid of dying?

And silence and death—that is the Krieg Death Legion.

An intern political commissar was "lucky" enough to be promoted to a full-fledged position in this corps.

The political commissar, who was afraid of death, made up his mind to live.

However... his impression of the Death Legion was not as the rumors suggested.

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(A mix of sweetness and heartbreak, focusing solely on pure love)

Back in 1973, Aaron McMillan joins the FBI, immediately becoming involved in the Watergate scandal and witnessing the brutal politics of that era. The post-World War II oil crisis has brought industry to a standstill, leaving countless unemployed and displaced. The times are calling for more enlightened leaders. As a small team leader within the FBI, penniless Aaron McMillan wakes up to find himself burdened with numerous charges including corruption, bribery, treason, and communist sympathy. Fortunately, Aaron obtains a diary. This diary contains no content; it only poses questions. By answering the correct questions, Aaron receives a steady stream of money and intelligence. Note that the questions will become increasingly difficult, and the time periods they relate to may even span decades! For people in 1973, these questions are like a fantasy, but for Aaron, who has traveled from the future, these are historical events that have already occurred, and the answers are a piece of cake! [Q: What was the outcome of the Watergate scandal?] A: The US President resigned. Correct answer. Congratulations, you have received a reward of five thousand dollars. [Q: Who was the mastermind behind the Watergate scandal who repeatedly tipped off the president to the Washington Post?] A: FBI Deputy Director Mark. Correct answer. Congratulations, you've won a reward: $10,000. ...Years later, another question confronted Aaron.