Cultivating immortality in the world of Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel? Why would I duel if I can crush you?

Because I always have stories in my head, and as I think about it, it becomes a coherent story...so I write it down.

Your Name + Weathering With You + Suzuya's Journey / A fan fiction that combines the three works of Makoto Shinkai, in the style of Japanese light novels

What interesting stories will emerge from placing the three series in the same world? What kind of interactions will occur between the protagonists? What will the future of Tokyo look like?

Everyday stories, no knives, eat with confidence! (PS: The original plot will be moderately modified)

Reborn on a mining planet on the edge of human territory, Perseus becomes a wandering remnant of the Flame Sacrifice, backed by over a dozen immortal kings, yet a homeless dog without an ancestral home. Perseus opens his eyes to find himself on the run. Humanity in the divine kingdom possesses almost no natural talent; as a 'Spark' sent abroad by his race, he faces enemies almost everywhere in the primordial universe. The four supreme races loom like mountains overhead, while various smaller, hawk-like clans relentlessly pursue and attack… The boy, awakened in another world, feels a sense of helplessness at being surrounded by enemies. Fortunately, he has the golden finger of transmigration awakening—the [Puzzle of All Things], which can extract elements from all things and fuse them into treasures in the form of a jigsaw puzzle. A "Power Card" that perfectly replaces nutrient solution! An "Identity Card" that grants talent! A way to improve one's aptitude for laws and…

When Shen Lang opened his eyes, he found himself to be cannon fodder at the very bottom of the dark world.

The greenskins roar, the ratmen dig burrows, the evil gods whisper, and humans are nothing more than trembling ants in the cracks.

But his eyes can see different things.

[Automatic attack mode activated!]

[Analysis: The soil beneath our feet contains 37% iron, making it suitable for smelting!]

[Warning: Chaos storm will arrive in 3 hours. Wall erosion resistance: 0%!]

While others prayed in fear, Shen Lang lit the first furnace amidst the ruins.

When cultists sacrificed flesh and blood to summon demons, he pierced their throats with a tempered steel spear.

When the war machine of the Greenskinned warlords rolled over the village, he ordered the villagers to teach them what it meant to "line up and shoot" with smoothbore cannons and barbed wire.

As the Tomb King's undead army engulfed the land, he set up a red-hot heavy Gatling gun, its ammunition roaring: "Times have changed!"

From a stone axe to a torrent of steel; from an earthen wall to an immortal fortress.

Shen Lang said, "I don't know magic, nor do I believe in gods. My faith is the sight of a flintlock musket, the piston of a steam engine, and the steel and fire that cover the battlefield!"

P.S.: This article begins with the pre-civilization period and has currently covered the current civilization.

Note that this story has no romantic pairing, features a female protagonist, and has two female leads.

It's a slow-burn story, mostly consisting of daily life and narrative, with relatively few battle scenes.

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The dark sky hung low.

"Followed by bright stars..."

"Do you remember? This is the song you sang to me when we first met."

"Back then, I was weak, helpless, and filled with fear of everything around me."

"You took my hand and led me out of the darkness step by step."

“From that time on, a shadow was left in my heart, a pink shadow.”

"And the owner of that shadow is you, Alicia."

“When I was little, I was afraid of the dark, and you would hold me in your arms at night and sing me lullabies.”

“When I was little, I was afraid of pain, so you would wrap soft sponges around the places in the house that were prone to bumps and bruises.”

“I was afraid of being abandoned, and you patiently kept saying, ‘Xiaoling, you are my darling.’”

Even today, I still remember every little detail of our lives, and I still remember those joyful times.

“I like to say to you when I come home, ‘Alice, I’m home.’ And you’ll reply, ‘Ling, welcome home.’”

"How I wish I could say those words to you one more time."

"It's such a shame, Alicia, that I can no longer say welcome home to you."

"If I could, I'd like to hear it one more time, just one more time, to hear you call my name, call me..."

"Xiao Ling."

"...Finally, I want to say..."

Alicia, welcome home.

This is a fanfiction for the Digimon Ghost game. It makes up for the regret of the Ghost game ending being so bad!

As long as there are people who are willing to believe and support me, I will lead you into this brand new world... (Please forgive me if there are any shortcomings. My writing skills are limited, so please don't criticize me if you don't like it!)

Zhao Yue is reborn in the Panlong Universe's material plane! During her breakthrough to the Saint Realm, she awakens memories of her past life, and the fusion of her two souls causes a mutation in Zhao Yue's soul! She awakens to find herself in the Panlong Universe! Watch as Zhao Yue ascends to the pinnacle of the Panlong Universe and transcends the universe!

This is the fortieth millennium.

The gods are silent, the demons roar. The human empire slowly sinks into decay amidst endless war and corruption.

Ang Lee, one of the millions of slave laborers in the Nest City, discovered a glimmer of light from ancient Terra in the eternal darkness—an ancient movement called the Way of Peace, and an unfinished prophecy: "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise."

He never imagined that this glimmer of light would eventually ignite a prairie fire.

Talismanic water and alchemy countered Nurgle's benevolence, a tightly organized force shattered Tzeentch's conspiracy, and the beliefs of mortals surged in the Warp, giving birth to an unprecedented being—the Yellow God who governs "order and revolution."

However, Ang Lee gradually discovered that the greatest enemy was neither the Empire's expeditionary force nor the ever-watchful Chaos God.

Rather, it is a reflection of his own ideal—that which is trying to devour him, dragging everything he pursues into a cold, absolute abyss of order…the embodiment of divinity.

When the bells of destiny toll, he will embark on a long expedition to confront the painful and immense will atop the golden throne.

This is not a war to kill gods.

This is proof of humanity, an ultimate defense of free will, a testament to this despairing galaxy...

The final expedition to rediscover "humanity".