Zhang Yuan wakes up to find himself drenched in acid rain from the Warhammer 40K universe. Good news: he's been picked up by a grumbling, down-on-his-luck old merchant ronin who, in his drunken stupor, has changed the name of his family's "empire's strongest financial product"—the Merchant Ronin Agreement—to Zhang Yuan's! Bad news: the Orks are here, and the old man, to cover him, charges into the Orc horde with the "Last Laugh" pistol (the real "Last Laugh"), which has a 30% misfire rate. To save a little kid, Zhang Yuan swings a lightweight alloy door panel—as light as a takeout cooler lid—at the Orks. But to the Orks, it instantly transforms into a "giant sword radiating the holy light of the Second Brother!" The more the Orks fear him, the harder he swings, carving out the title of "Emperor's Chosen" and turning the hive into "Zhang Yuan's Pleasure House" with his worshippers. Until the new planetary governor, rubbing his hands together, packaged him and his two remaining disabled brothers as a "tithing special" and sent them to the Astronomical Army. Upon boarding, the female Inquisitor, who always assigned him "suicidal" missions, unexpectedly found his exposed trade agreement—it appeared to be stained with the Emperor's old nasal blood… no, the Holy Blood Seal! Now, the Inquisitor is frantically running to verify this "noble installment contract." If valid, Zhang Yuan, whom the governor had just thrown onto the battlefield like trash, might soon return to use the Longfellow family's interstellar treasury to buy the governor's golden toilet to use as a chamber pot. "If only I had stuffed in a couple more green toes when it was buy-one-get-two-free…"—a governor, slumped in the rain, was contemplating a cosmic-level financial blunder.

Shaodian spent 130,000 years polishing her "work".

As she sculpted the last strand of hair onto the portrait, the path of "creation" was opened at the edge of the galaxy, and the girl from reality became a philosophical deity.

The birth of the Star God proclaimed the great power of "creation" to the universe.

May a thousand stars never fall, and may creation be eternal!

She is the mortal enemy of "nothingness" and the nemesis of "destruction"!

Believers and destiny seekers vied to create what they considered the best "works" to offer before her.

Her name has since been recorded in every mythology that describes creation.

...

The creation of planets has ended, but the creation of the universe will continue!

"My next work is this universe!"

Gazing at the vast sea of ​​stars, the goddess of creation had a resolute look in her eyes.

——

"Those who have questions about Shaodian's creation can read on and find the explanations later. She doesn't oppose creating ruins, but she won't deliberately create ruins or similar things."

Shao Dian will not interfere with what those who embark on the path of creation want to create.

Just as Lan only pursues abundance and ignores everything else, those who embark on the path of hunting may not necessarily pursue abundance, but will have their own hunting philosophy.

Moreover, once a work is conceived, it has a definite image. Any deviation from this image is considered a flaw, whether good or bad.

Furthermore, the Star God is a philosophical deity, not a religious one; therefore, it should not be viewed through the lens of secular power.

When Godzilla finally broke free from its two-hundred-year slumber, a strange new thing appeared in its mind. "Name: Godzilla" "Height: 218 meters" "Weight: 500,000 tons" "Main Mission: Get humanity out of this universe." "Reward:..." Godzilla: ...? What is this thing? ——————Not a soul transmigration, Godzilla is the real Godzilla! The real Godzilla!

Introduction:

As the apocalypse descended, a virus called "Eclipse" distorted reality, awakening in some humans a supernatural ability called "Programming." While others struggled to survive, awakening fire, ice, and strength, Wu Liao's awakened "Programming" was called the [World Editor]. He couldn't fight, nor could he withstand attacks, but he could... modify the underlying parameters of this world. Thus, the apocalypse became his personal sandbox game. He issued "missions" to survivors, added "health bars and weaknesses" to monsters, and transformed shelters into "safe zones." He designed plots, manipulated situations, and led trends. Everyone struggled to survive in his "game," and he was the sole game designer.

The lazy, academically gifted genius's motto is: Never take the spotlight if you can win without effort! Until he gets bound to a peculiarly designed "Stingy Savior System"—the reward isn't a divine skill manual, but a "Handmade Nuclear Fusion Money-Saving Guide"?!

Others' pursuit of technological advancement involves burning money, manpower, and resources!

Zhuoyue Pan Technology: Group buying on Pinduoduo! Small factory OEM! Taking advantage of national policies! Using the most unconventional methods to illuminate the most dreamlike cutting-edge technology!

When the radiant light of science meets the sparks of metaphysics, when personal favors clash with the survival of civilization…

Witness how the saltiest savior in history uses cutting-edge technology to shoulder the hopes of all mankind!

Lin Shu and the others traveled through time.

However, there was a slight problem with his time travel...

At the same time, he simultaneously traveled through several Ultraman worlds.

How could it be a split personality that travels through time?

However, before they could figure out how this could have happened...

The world they live in, however, has already begun to unveil its mysteries.

The legendary world of Ultraman without Cosmos and Zero;

The world of X, invaded by the corrupted Zero;

The Kaiser Belial Empire, where Ultraman does not exist;

Lugiel has wandered into the world of the beginning of time...

After struggling to survive in multiple worlds simultaneously, Lin Shu and his colleagues gradually discovered...

They are all living in a timeline that has been disrupted.

And all they could rely on, besides the light they managed to obtain by any means, was the power they swindled from their enemies.

"Do you have the power? If so, become my best brother! For life!"

"What? You're asking why you can't leave and why you can't get your power back?"

"Are you kidding me? Didn't you give it to me for free?"

"You've borrowed power, and now you want it back? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

And so, Lin Shu and his ilk continued their fraudulent schemes, going further and further down the path of exploiting darkness...

Many years later.

Lucifer, Zaki, Mephistopheles, the Kirieloids… and their fellow prisoners, recalling the days they were forced to clear their names, all shed tears of emotion…

"What darkness? Aren't they all my beloved family, friends, and brothers?"

"I, Lin Shu, have only done three things since I transmigrated."

"Recognize a godfather, become Lü Bu, and stab your godfather with your halberd!"

Everyone else gets directly transported into the game world, so why am I still being controlled by real-world players after my transmigration...? Wend stared at the blank character card in front of him, stroking his chin in deep thought. What? You say the more popular you are with players, the stronger you become! Okay, okay, I'll create an all-around healer right now! What! You say real-world players are all calling me "Dad"! And they're going crazy over me every day! They even want to bully me! ??? Well, I think staying in the game is pretty good then (trembling).

Cold, shivering... Zhu Qingxuan woke up to a classic line that jolted him awake. "Not bad, you have the best physical condition among the newcomers this time... Tch, this is the first time I've seen a newcomer run naked into the story." Holy crap! It's over! Classic Resident Evil 1! A newcomer's first match only yielded a C-level side quest, and it was the Central Continent team at the start of hell difficulty! Zhu Qingxuan stared at the main god for a long time, finally making up his mind to exchange for a Kempfair bracelet... (Newcomer on the road, welcome to exchange ideas! Feel free to discuss any thoughts! This is a fanfiction of Infinite Terror, only involving Infinite Terror, not other related worldviews. Because I like Z's Infinite Terror, but I don't really like the Primordial Era and Dawn. The Primordial Era always feels increasingly unpleasant to read, and in Dawn, seeing Chu Hao's heaven-defying Reincarnation Army...)

(The new book just started accepting subscriptions these past two days, and the subscription rate will rise quickly, so please feel free to read it (人•͈ᴗ•͈) ᵗʱᵃᵑᵏઽ*♡ Wishing all readers good fortune and a fortune every day!)

[Refreshing read], [Somewhat intelligent], [Marvel Cinematic Universe], [Not integrated]

"I am not Superman. I am Homelander."

In the Battle of New York, he carried a nuclear bomb into a wormhole, saving hundreds of children, and was crowned king amidst cheers from the world!

"Matt, your city needs an icon, not a devil."

He assembled the "Super Seven," "cured" Daredevil under the spotlight, and recruited Spider-Man.

"Thanos! I heard you're going to wipe out half of my fans?" Azu's eyes flashed with a dazzling red light.

I traveled through the Marvel universe and became a Homelander.

Bind to the Superstar System: the higher your popularity, the greater your abilities!