Ren Zhile transmigrated, taking the Red Alert: Mental Omega System with him to Terra.

Of course, it's neither Rhea nor Holy Terra.

It's Terra.

In this place, Oripathy ravages the land, war rages on, and natural disasters rage.

But don't worry, he has a system that allows him to deploy units within Mental Omega.

With these powerful units, they should be able to fight against any nation in Terra, right?

Koschke: "When he captured Talulah, I thought he was after Talulah, but when I saw a few bald men with strange helmets coming over, I should have realized he was after me!"

(This book doesn't belong to any particular genre; it's simply a cultivation fantasy.) The Nan family's ancestral motto: "Fight to the death, until blood is spilled!" Nan Buxiu: "I'm sorry, Ancestor. I'm the only one left in the Nan family. I plan to live well and build a great Nan family. Once our Nan family has grown, we'll restore the ancestral motto." Having learned weapon crafting, formations, and talismans, and become a mecha puppeteer, Nan Buxiu descended the mountain. Building a family, acquiring wealth, marrying, having children, teaching disciples, expanding trade routes… Nan Buxiu lived a simple life. What? My son is an Immortal Emperor! No big deal, don't panic…

A fantasy farming adventure, a lord's journey! Transmigrating to a world of martial arts and magic, Monica inherits a meager fortune and becomes a small lord in a remote countryside. The land is barren, bandits roam freely, and the population is sparse. At first, Monica only wants to be a carefree, leisurely noblewoman at home…

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"

By 1204, the Byzantine Empire had crumbled, and its sole heirs, Nicaea, Epirus, and Trebizond, were still embroiled in infighting, completely forgetting their past grievances. In Constantinople, the Latin tyrant proclaimed himself emperor of the Romans, while in the north, the Bulgars were rampaging, greedily devouring the empire's legacy, and the Turks were also stirring, eager to gnaw at its flesh. Meanwhile, in the far east, a latent force, the Mongols, was quietly rising. The empire's collapse seemed utterly irreversible, but how would Justinian reverse the tide and raise the banner of revival once more?

Before coming to Douluo Continent, I was Xiao Yan, the male protagonist of Battle Through the Heavens. After arriving here, I am a prince of the Star Luo Empire.

In battle, others use martial spirits, while I use battle qi!

I don't want to be a kid who thinks "don't underestimate a young person's potential" anymore, because that's just too boring. This time, I want to play a game called "Survive!"

What good is the Spirit Hall on this wasteland? Isn't it still being trampled underfoot by spirit beasts?

I've transmigrated with a system. Watch as Lu Bu, the fiercest general of the Three Kingdoms, is defeated by Li Cunxiao, Ran Min, and Gao Chong. Guan Yu, you have your Green Dragon Crescent Blade; I, Yuwen Chengdu, have my Phoenix-Winged Golden Halberd. System, are there any monkeys in the Ming Dynasty? Give me a dozen! A story of iron-blooded struggle for supremacy, driving out the northern barbarians, men shed blood but not tears, Han people will never be slaves—this is a story of true, iron-blooded men.

Ten years ago, a marriage contract elevated a mere princess to the throne.

Ten years later, he returns to suppress the demon, only to have his engagement broken off and his seal stolen?

Ye Cheng emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and the Empress led a million soldiers to submit to him once again.

"Now it's your turn to beg me?"

Transmigration is like entering hell mode. In the first year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign, a severe drought had begun in northern Shaanxi. For the next ten years, the land would be barren, and starving people would fill the fields! Li Wuyou had barely opened his eyes when trouble struck. Eating, drinking, and clothing were all luxuries. Fortunately, the [Druid Class Panel] was activated, allowing him to grow stronger by planting trees! No food? Plant chestnut trees, and the fruit would be plentiful. No water? Invent a water-absorbing tree, whose roots would connect directly to a sweet spring. No clothes? Cultivate a cotton-silk tree, with cotton threads hanging directly from its branches. When bandits, government troops, and even the Jurchen invaders trampled in, war treants rose from the ground, their roots as spears and their branches as shields! He had only one creed: plant trees. The Ming Dynasty could not stop them, the rebel army could not crush them, and the Eight Banners' scimitars could not cut them! Starting from northern Shaanxi, one green tree after another stubbornly spread until it covered the entire Loess Plateau. When the Yellow River, turbid for millennia, reflected a clear blue sky for the first time, and when the eyes of millions of desperate disaster victims rekindled with the flame of life, Li Wuyou knew that the history of the Ming Dynasty's demise had been completely rewritten by the green tide he had personally cultivated!

[Multiverses and Realms] [Exceptional Comprehension] [Invincible Journey] [Humorous and Lighthearted] [Urban Fantasy]

On the communication platform built by all the heavens and myriad worlds, on the All-Heavens Network, Li Shuai awakened his talent and gained extraordinary comprehension.

While others frequently encounter bottlenecks and their cultivation speed is as slow as a tortoise, he breaks through realms as easily as drinking water, and his cultivation speed is like riding a rocket, changing every day!

While others painstakingly cultivate various secret techniques and supernatural abilities, and purchase all sorts of treasures to enhance their combat power, he has already entered a new realm and is invincible among those in the same realm!

All the talents from all the heavens and myriad worlds had only one thought in their minds: It must be opened, right?

Li Shuai: Xiao Kai isn't really a pro; he's just bad. He needs to practice more!

This is a story about someone who, with extraordinary comprehension, roams freely and domineeringly throughout the myriad worlds, living a hilarious, easy, and invincible life!