Before release, 10,000 words of updates daily; after release, 10,000+ words of updates daily. "Master Victor, as the undisputed strongest mage in Faerûn, what is your secret to casting spells?" Facing the reporter's question, Victor adjusted his sunglasses, behind him piled high with dragon food and dismantled golems. "Secret? It's simple. When your Intelligence reaches 50, you can calculate the optimal landing point of your punch; when your Strength reaches 50, any magic resistance is paper-thin before your 'physical spells'." D&D Faerûn background: From Neverwinter to the Underdark, from Sword Coast to the Endless Sea, a perfect blend of role-playing and invincibility. Modified spellcasting: High-temperature, high-pressure steam pot (Fireball + Waterball), fully automatic litter box (teleportation), localized shrinking spell (no explanation needed)... Protagonist's current situation...

"As support, we should be at the back of the team, never rushing to the front, and definitely not being the first to fall." Amidst the chaotic battlefield of swords and magic, Tick, shielding Wendy behind him, earnestly imparted his support skills. "What if the enemy bypasses Erza and the others and charges straight at us?" "Use spatial magic to throw him back to Erza." "But I don't know spatial magic!" "That's alright. In that case, or when all the teammates in front have fallen, we can activate the second phase." "Second phase?" "Yes, the essence of support is to help teammates eliminate the enemy, so—" "Shape Magic: Three Egyptian Gods!" Tick clapped his hands, and a giant wooden figure, with a water dragon coiled on his left arm and an immortal firebird wrapped around his right, rose from the ground, slapping the foolish enemy into a two-dimensional form. (The protagonist is not a transmigrator, and isn't even human.)

When I pulled the book containing forbidden knowledge from the city library shelf, I felt lost, helpless, and terrified, watching helplessly as my life suddenly embarked on another railway line filled with insane ramblings.

Along the way, they also ran over some trash that were trying to stop a chariot with their bare hands.

Qin Tian was tricked, and his company was on the verge of bankruptcy, but he unexpectedly obtained the "Myriad Realms Factory" system. This place is inhabited by all sorts of bizarre workers. Zombie Apprentice: We have no brains, but we never tire. Dwarf Craftsman: Wine, hammer, I want both. Arcane Master: I tell you as a sage, magic doesn't exist; only arcane magic is the truth. Alchemist: Magic or technology? Shake it, and you'll know the answer. Taoist Cultivator: Astrology, calculation, causality… you lose. From mechanical manufacturing to fully automated factories. From nanomaterials to biological gene editing technology. From the quantum realm to causal technology… As power, status, and wealth rise, Qin Tian discovers the core secret of this world: Earth is actually… QQ Group: 895512429

Bad news: He's transported to the Middle Ages. Good news: He can also open a door back to the modern era. Even better news: the door leads to multiple worlds. ...President of a Hanfu (traditional Han clothing) club, a Bohemian warlord, a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, the underground emperor of Chicago... As Mo Jiang's time-traveling abilities begin to involve more and more worlds, an empire spanning multiple universes is being born.

A Fanfiction of Mortal Cultivation - Multiple Female Leads - No System - Golden Finger - Slow Pace - No Harem. Also known as *Mortal Cultivation: I Will Never Be Yan the Runaway*. The renowned Heavenly Mirror Hermit, whose cultivation once surpassed all others in the Star Sea and who annihilated a Star Palace Master, why have his descendants faded into obscurity? The "Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror," once hailed as the Star Sea's premier offensive magic weapon, how did it manage to overpower a Star Palace with tens of thousands of years of heritage? Yan Jun, a person from a later generation, possesses the mysterious "Blue Star Sea" and arrives in this "underworld" world of cultivation. Yan Jun: What, the Blue Star Sea! There aren't even any discarded cores here, what use is it? It has other functions? That's good. The collision of five divine lights—Golden Magnetic Heavy Light, Arctic Primordial Light, Ice Soul Cold Light, Taiyi Azure Light, and Primordial Magnetic Divine Light—will surely create unpredictable and mysterious effects. Let's see the Chaotic Star Sea Insect Demon, the Heavenly Mystery Sect Master, and the Heavenly Mirror Master of the Southern Heavenly South...

Cold, shivering... He opened his eyes, staring at the train moving before him and the roaring monsters outside. Lin Shi, who initially thought he'd just transmigrated into a slice-of-life anime world, was somewhat unable to hold back. Luckily, as a transmigrator, he had a built-in cheat code! This isn't random—wait, why is the game starting to display garbled text? (...An infinite flow anime crossover, but the player is a two-dimensional character!)

This story, now 2.7 million words long, is complete and updates are stable. (The rating has just been released and is still rising.)

The simulator doesn't suppress combat power, avoids repeated back-and-forth battles, inherits everything, and allows the protagonist to do whatever they want. Every simulation is a different story.

[At the end of the Great Gan Dynasty, bearing the prayers of the people, you transformed into the Seven Killing Sword Ancestor, slaying the Yazi Emperor who offered sacrifices to all living beings in an attempt to merge with the dragon vein.]

You are the monarch of an alchemical kingdom, initiating a world-sweeping war, using the world as your alchemical circle, sacrificing nations to elevate their people to celestial form.

In the dark ages, you forged three god-slaying swords, slaying the god of darkness, and transformed yourself into the great sun that protects the world.

Bai Yi, a heroic spirit from Earth, uses the power of a simulator to project his potential into countless worlds, transforming into a heroic spirit and returning to himself.

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Humans kneel before corpses, gods rot and whisper, and wizards frantically search for secrets of decay. Loki opens his eyes to find himself an apprentice wizard in the dark world. However, his low spiritual aptitude makes his life precarious, like a candle flickering in the night. Fortunately, he gains a stroke of luck by acquiring an ancient artifact that displays information in data form. He then transplants the various spells he has learned onto his monstrous servants: [Wild Dog] -> [Ghost Hound] -> [Soul-Binding Wolf] -> [Abyssal Wolf] -> [Cerberus]! Centuries later, a twisted, fleshy god scoffs at Loki: "Tremble, humans! Before you lies the great being who created hundreds of chimeras!" "Very well, what about yesterday?" "???"

[Farming + Lord + Witch + Cutting-Edge Technology]

Transmigrated into the body of a useless, exiled lord, he starts out in an extremely cold wasteland, with no money, no food, no system, and has to face a "calamity witch" who is about to go berserk?

The crowd cried out in terror, "Burn her! She'll destroy the world!"

Victor, seeing the fire elementals surging wildly around the girl, was overjoyed: "Stop! This isn't a calamity; it's clearly a self-propelled humanoid nuclear reactor!"

[Fire Witch]? That's the core of blast furnace steelmaking, that's a 24-hour constant temperature boiler!

[Earth Witch]? That's a humanoid tunnel boring machine, a 3D printer for skyscrapers.

[Lightning Witch]? That's a radio electromagnetic tower, a humanoid battery for a railgun!

When the Holy See's knights arrived with torches, intending to judge the heretics, they were met with a mechanical city forged from steel rising from the ground.

Victor stood atop the steam-shrouded city wall, behind him a row of witches with fanatical eyes:

"Heretical? No, no, no, Your Excellency, allow me to introduce this as my First Industrial Production Brigade."

One day, the Pope arrived: "Victor, you harbor heretics, what is your punishment?"

Victor pointed to the hundreds of intercontinental ballistic missiles poised for launch behind him and smiled:

"My lord, times have changed."