[Slightly hardcore] + [A huge number of self-created academies and students] + [With both angst and sweet moments] + [Daily life/battle]...

Thirty years ago, the Seventeenth Joint Campus was destroyed by an unknown force, turning the once prosperous academy into a desolate ruin. Our forefathers fought desperately during the catastrophe, sacrificing their lives to give their descendants a chance to survive. However, the survivors still wander among the ruins, lost, helpless, and uncertain of the future.

Just as despair was spreading, a firm voice rang out:

"Reconstruction, revival, revenge."

Guided by this brief yet powerful message, the students of Campus 17 wiped away their tears and rose again. They rebuilt their homes from the ruins, unearthing buried scientific discoveries from the depths of the rubble, etching the tragedy into their hearts and transforming past pain into motivation for progress. Beneath the wasteland lies not only a shattered civilization, but also revelations powerful enough to change the future.

Thirty years later, when a similar disaster struck another school known as "Children's Eden," the students of the Seventeenth Campus resolutely raised the blade of revenge. They were no longer helpless survivors, but fighters who had overcome the shadow of death. With thirty years of accumulated experience and the strength forged from the ruins, they would safeguard hope and reverse their fate.

"The past belongs to history, but we remember it."

"What is now ruins, we will rebuild."

"The future belongs to hope, and we create it."

What's in front of you is!

A member of the Han imperial family, a descendant of Emperor Jing of Han, a street tyrant in Zhuoxian, a direct disciple of the renowned Confucian scholar Lu Zhi, a romantic poet of the Eastern Han Dynasty, directly responsible for the high demand for paper in Luoyang, a master debater of the Old Text School of Confucianism, a leader of the younger generation of the Old Text School of Confucianism, the founding ancestor of the Liu family of Zhuoxian County, Zhuojun, the seventh-generation lineage of the Zuo Zhuan, and the number one hater of the New Text School of Confucianism...

What? The name is too long to remember?

Um……

All right.

My name is Liu Bei, courtesy name Xuande. This is my story, not that of that imperial uncle.

The strongest strategist form [Hands-off Zhuge Liang] descended on the end of the Han Dynasty!

Wuzhangyuan closed his eyes and opened them immediately, and the regrets of the previous life were made up in this life!

Abandon the old road of Jingzhou and choose the hidden dragon of Youzhou; display Lu Wang's heroic talents and apply Zifang's great strategy.

Use Youzhou as a sword to cut the shackles of the troubled times; control Youyan and Liaodong, and rule the mountains and rivers to the south!

"I am a commoner, tilling the land in Nanyang, trying to save my life in the troubled times, and I don't seek fame and fortune among the princes. The late emperor did not regard me as humble and mean, and visited me three times in the thatched cottage, and consulted me on the affairs of the world. I was grateful for this and promised the late emperor to drive me. I should reward and lead the three armies to pacify the Central Plains in the south, so that I can exhaust my dullness, eliminate the treacherous villains, restore the Han Dynasty, and return to the old capital!..."

In the sixth year of Zhongping (189), Dong Zhuo led his army into Luoyang City to burn, kill and plunder.

The sea of ​​fire and killing turned Luoyang into a hell on earth.

Chen Yu fled southward relying on his memories before rebirth, until he summoned a group of strange players.

He unexpectedly turned from a commoner into a lord...

[Note: The content of this novel is purely fictional]

At the end of the magically altered nineteenth century, Zhou Qingfeng led the Japanese people to revolt; gave the Russians wholesale cuckolds; sent African immigrants to France; sent the Turks to Germany; sent Indian divine oil to the British; and erected the flag of secession in the United States.

"I've only done a little, insignificant thing, thank you all."

Natural disaster-like ancient dragons appeared frequently, the delicious Barbarus was brutally killed, and the velociraptors became laboratory rats. Where did the flying dragons streaking across the sky like comets come from? How should the Alpine Hotel deal with these wonderful monsters?

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In 1800, a dilapidated castle was built into a brand new hotel on a high mountain in the New World. What a wonderful story would happen?

When military instincts collide with idol rules, lost memories intertwine with bizarre dreams, and a search for one's true self unfolds under the stage lights, a vortex of growth and love is brewing in Seoul—"Want me to wipe off the lipstick stain? That would require a kiss that lasts longer than a lie."

"First, I beseech Holy King Guilliman! Second, I beseech Les to possess me! Third, I beseech Grand Marshal Leon! May the Emperor manifest and sweep away the evil spirits! May my left shoulder be benevolent and righteous! May my right shoulder be righteous and benevolent! May the treacherous and horrible aid me! May the false emperor, the great villain, be annihilated!" Looking at the weak human before him, babbling incoherently before the two armies, his eyes rolling back and his body convulsing, an aura of unspeakable loyalty emanated from this human and spread throughout the battlefield. The onlookers, from powerful demon lords to imperial auxiliary soldiers and accompanying priests, all involuntarily took three steps back, their faces showing simultaneous terror. "I told you! These warlock cultists are pathetic!" Li Lian, who himself didn't know what had possessed him this time, gave a smug smile to the restless archbishop not far away. "See that? This is the mysterious power from the East!" "Alas! Your Excellency the Archbishop, and that incredibly strong Governor possessed by the Demon Prince! Don't run away!"

Traveling to troubled times wasn't a stroke of lightning; it was their own choice. Some aspired to reign supreme, others to liberate the people from their plight, and still others, through their own strength, to prevent the final barbaric conquest of civilization and thus rewrite the history of the Chinese nation. Of course, others simply desired to have three wives and four concubines, and to lead a life of extreme decadence unattainable in this world. This group of ordinary people, divided and divided in their ambitions, possessed neither the body of a tiger, nor the aura of a tortoise, nor the props of mental retardation. Crammed together in a chaotic huddle on an old ship, they possessed only modern machinery, technology, and a myriad of theories. Carrying ambitions, dreams, and ideals unattainable in this world, these time travelers journeyed towards the chaotic world of the late Ming Dynasty. Their destination: Hainan.