Imagine a nation whose religious leader is the eldest sister, whose economic pillar is the eldest brother, and whose head of government and parliament is the youngest brother. Is there any hope for this nation's future? "In short, the Three Clans Conference has decided that you will be the first Speaker of the Kjerag National Assembly." Ernst Shivaash sighed deeply at his brother, Silver, who has always been a misfit. In this Arknights world, where the worldline has drifted off to who knows where, he simply wants to ask the curious netizens: "Thank you for the invitation. I'm on Terra, newly appointed Prime Minister. How do I govern this strange little nation?"

[Everyone travels through time + villain + online game style + game world + decisive killing + lone wolf + no female protagonist]

(This book is rather dark. The protagonist develops rapidly in the early stage and begins to conduct research in the middle stage.)

(The villains and the good guys all have high IQ and powerful weapons, and there is no traditional cool protagonist who quickly destroys the world.)

(The Magic Continent is just a small map at the beginning, and the Starry Sky in the later stages.)

When the blood-red sky covered the blue planet, 8 billion people were forced to step into the meat grinder of the Game of All Worlds!

While everyone was ecstatic about awakening their S-level talent, Xie Xun hid his SSS-level talent [Analytical Brain] deep in his heart—he chose the hidden profession [Wizard]. As long as he had enough knowledge, he could instantly dismantle the essence of everything.

There is no Madonna-style salvation here, only a throne built with wisdom and madness.

When the righteous players shouted and charged for justice, and the villain BOSS was hiding murderous plans, Xie Xun was standing at the top of the food chain and sneered: Brain of Analysis, start!

[Hint: Analysis successful, you have gained special abilities...]

The leader of the Z generation troll army, born in 2005, was reborn in 1998.

He had no filter for this era and therefore felt intensely suffocated.

The crude image quality of films and TV series, the eye-catching special effects, the tattered costumes, the ghostly makeup, the makeshift filming philosophy...

Men and women, directors and producers, they're all garbage.

The young man tortured everyone fairly and rose up in anger.

It’s time to give Chinese entertainment a shock from a higher dimension!

PS: As long as I criticize everyone fairly, who dares to call me a troll?

In 1978, in Sham Shui Po, Hong Kong Island, Chen Bingwen looked at the headline of the Sing Tao Daily:

He knew that he was reborn in the most perfect era.

In this life, he no longer competes on the chessboard, he wants to take control of the game - starting with a bowl of sugar water, and building an industrial empire that controls the heartbeat of the universe!

"Li Ka-shing took 20 years to become Superman, and I took 5 years to crush Superman."

The meaning of rebirth is not to repeat history, but to turn history into my stepping stone.

From America to Madagascar, then to Southeast Asia, Burma, and the Peninsula. Chaebol, chaebol, and chaebol. This book is also known as "Family Property Inheritance: A Century-Old History of the Zhang Family"

On a street in Tokyo, three or five people were lying on the ground, covered in blood and wounds. Two people stood among them, standing out from the crowd.

A man covered in scars was lying on the ground. He threw the dagger in his hand to the blond man in a black cloak standing beside him and said with lifeless eyes.

"Come on, Manjiro, kill me!"

The standing man's eyes narrowed and he spoke.

"I won't kill anyone, today..."

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the man on the ground.

"If you kill me today, everything will be resolved. You don't seem to be an adult yet, so you'll only spend a few years in jail. But if you don't kill me... over there, do you see that gasoline barrel? I brought it today to dispose of the body. If you don't kill me now, that barrel of gasoline will be poured at your doorstep tonight... Or maybe even in your house, on you, your father, your mother... Hahahahahahaha..."

As the injured man on the ground spoke, his expression became more ferocious and his voice became more perverted.

The man standing aside looked increasingly unhappy. He turned to look at the other men lying on the ground, their limbs crippled and completely unable to move. He didn't understand how these people had gotten into trouble with this man, who also seemed to have some mental issues...

While the man named Wanjiro was hesitating, another man beside him stepped forward, picked up the dagger, and looked down at the man on the ground with an increasingly fierce look in his eyes. Just as he made up his mind and slowly raised his hand.

A loud roar came from the intersection.

"Stop! Don't move! I'm Officer Murashita of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Drop your weapon immediately! Hold your head and squat!"

That year, the Shanghai Composite Index was still at 5,000 points.

That year, housing prices began to soar again.

That year, the commercial battlefield of mobile Internet gradually entered a red ocean.

That year, the "new energy" revolution began to break through the darkness before dawn, and lithium batteries, electric vehicles, hydrogen energy, photovoltaics, and solar energy storage gradually became the darlings of capital investment and financial markets.

That year, Su Yi, who had experienced ten years of baptism in the financial market, opened his eyes and returned to the starting point again.

The journey from a small retail investor to a financial giant and then to a capital legend began!

A frustrated Chinese underdog, reborn as a talented Korean-American director. When Yoo Si-hoon first arrived in the entertainment-obsessed nation, bearing Oscar honors, he was already considered the "future of Chungmuro." The entire peninsula would be his film set. Idol stars clamored to be his leading ladies. But Yoo Si-hoon, from the beginning, simply wanted to quietly direct for fun. But as he nurtured one idol after another into Blue Dragon Film Queens... A hatchet gradually began to loom over him. (Korean entertainment, many female leads, second-generation leads, no bulldozers) (Due to the sheer number of female leads, his career progress was slow, so don't read if you're not interested.)

[Western fantasy continent, traveling through another world, IQ online, special operations, unconventional warfare, multiple lines, no cheats, no system, not invincible, not cool]

"What? Am I a heretic?"

In 2036, an 18A commander from the 20th Special Operations Group of the Cynotran Army stepped into a different world ruled by magic and faith.

The spiritual marrow mine maintains the delicate and fragile peace between the two worlds, and he carries the will of his motherland, goes deep into the "gray area" shrouded in the shadow of the Holy See, and operates on the edge of illegality and denial.

Modern technology cannot be relied upon, and it is difficult to shake theocracy alone.

He took every step carefully, using modern technology, tactics, and procedures as his weapons and manpower as his network to weave an alliance of destiny in the gap between alien worlds and the game between great powers.

(Be forewarning:

It's not a fanfiction, it's a purely original worldview;

There are many female protagonists, and the female protagonists are all independent and strong;

Based on the techniques, tactics and multipliers used in the 2000s and recent years, the calculations are sophisticated and reasonable, but flat data is avoided.

The writing style is the author's preference and is different from general online articles)

That year, Ernest Miller Hemingway stood at the podium and said, "If it weren't for Carl Beck, I might have given up writing. He was my good friend and my teacher." That year, Francis Scott Fitzgerald announced his retirement from writing in a newspaper, saying, "Carl Beck is enough for America. I have no creative inspiration in his presence." That year, William Faulkner stood at the Nobel Prize podium and said, "I don't deserve this prize. The Nobel belongs to Carl Beck." That year, Margaret Mitchell sat at her desk and often recalled: If I were a few years younger, I would definitely become Carl Beck's mistress. ...In 1921, Chen Chaoyang traveled through time and space and was transported to the body of a young man named Carl Beck.