Mid-11th century, the Count of Greningen, nestled at the northern foot of the Alps. Friedrich had been transported there for over a decade. Originally, he only intended to be an heir to the countship, inheriting the title after his father's death and living a peaceful life. However, by chance, he became a servant to the young king and narrowly escaped death in a coup a few years later. Banished back to his territory, he was acutely aware that chaos was imminent, and even a king without power would be at the mercy of others. With his father's support, he cultivated forests, recruited artisans, established workshops, expanded his army, and quietly amassed strength. Now, the king had come of age and begun to rule personally, intending to revitalize the monarchy; princes had seized royal lands and refused to submit to the monarch; and the Church, after a century of reform, sought to break free from secular control. In this chaotic situation, Friedrich...

[Abstract Three Kingdoms + Unofficial History within Unofficial History + Humorous Writing + Crazy Writing]

This is a Three Kingdoms continent with martial arts skills.

Guan Yu could pull out a ten-thousand-meter-long azure dragon.

Zhang Fei's battle roar deafened the entire arena.

Zhao Yun has unlimited stamina and is Liu Bei's favorite mount.

Liu Bei obtains the system and unlocks core technologies.

...

The immoral Liu Bei, the cowardly and cautious Guan Yu, and the soldier-loving Zhang Fei.

This threw the entire Three Kingdoms world into chaos.

When Guan Yu summoned a ten-thousand-meter-long azure dragon, soaring through the clouds and throwing explosives onto the ground.

When Zhuge Liang borrowed Dongfeng No. 1.

The feudal lords finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Quickly, go and invite the great immortal Zuo Ci!!!"

[Unlimited firepower + unlimited shields + unlimited resources + invincible push]

Zhang Yuan transmigrates to a fantasy world, but unexpectedly awakens a post-apocalyptic survival system.

The rewards are things like unlimited ammo, unlimited supplies, unlimited space, and safe houses in the apocalypse.

Zhang Yuan: "This is a fantasy world. What's the use of giving me unlimited bullets, unlimited mineral water, and unlimited cookies?"

"Huh? Wait a minute! The system seems to have a bug! Unlimited ammo has turned into unlimited spiritual power, and consumables like talismans are being recharged infinitely? Protective magic items are endlessly generating shields?"

"And this unlimited resources have actually turned into unlimited pills, unlimited spiritual herbs, and unlimited spiritual ores?"

"The doomsday safe house offers absolute defense, capable of withstanding even an attack from a Celestial Emperor?"

Having acquired a host of bug-like abilities, Zhang Yuan has completely lost his humanity.

Various elixirs and medicinal herbs were consumed, with half being eaten and the other half thrown away.

When encountering an enemy, immediately unleash tens of thousands of talismans.

If you encounter a high-level opponent, first give yourself tens of thousands of layers of shield.

All the powerful figures were astonished.

"His sword case can actually unleash hundreds of millions of divine swords?"

"His protective magic item can activate hundreds of thousands of layers of protective shield?"

"They came up with several sacks of Heaven-Shaking Talismans right off the bat. Who can stop them?"

"Even his pets get to eat Nine-Turn Immortal Pills every single meal!"

...

Transmigrating into the world of Naruto, becoming an ordinary member of the Uchiha clan before the massacre, Uchiha Canghe obtains the [Strongest Character Role-Playing System].

Starting template – Five Insights! In heaven and on earth, I am the only one worthy of respect!

[Synchronization rate 10%, unlocking the Spell Rotation - Azure!]

[Synchronization rate 50%, unlocking the Virtual Style: Zi!]

[Synchronization rate 70%, unlocking the realm of boundless emptiness!]

[100% synchronization rate, perfect template, unlocking the next strongest: Aizen Sousuke!]

Elder Uchiha: "This child has no respect for his elders; according to clan rules, he should be disqualified!"

With one hand in his pocket, Cang He razed the Nanga River Shrine to the ground with a single "He": "Old man, are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

The Third Hokage: "Damn it! He packed Danzo's Root into a ball and threw it into my office!"

Uchiha Itachi: "My Sharingan... why can't I see through him at all? This power has transcended the realm of ninjutsu!"

Orochimaru (fanatical): "This is art! A severed arm regenerates instantly! Canghe-kun, please let me study your body!"

Kaguya: "What kind of technique is that? Why can't my All-Killing Ash Bones ever touch you!"

A night of genocide? I alone am an insurmountable barrier! A coup? That's children's play!

The domain unfolds into "limitless emptiness," and even the Six Paths of Pain can only be completely overwhelmed by the torrent of information!

Several years later, the Fourth Shinobi World War broke out.

Standing atop the "Konoha Branch of the Jujutsu High School," Uchiha Sokō looked down at Naruto and Sasuke diligently training their "jutsu power," and a capitalist smile appeared on his face: "Give it your all, the future of the ninja world rests on your shoulders."

[All-People Lord + Dragons + Interdimensional Conquest, Decisive and Ruthless, Not a Mother Teresa]

In a parallel world, energy resources are depleted.

Countries are on the verge of conflict over energy resources.

Fortunately, a time portal appeared, connecting to the Dark Demon Realm.

The chosen humans can transform into demon lords and enter into battle.

The metals smelted in the demon realm's mines are harder than even the most expensive alloys used by humans.

A magic crystal, only the size of a fingernail, can power a car for months.

Lin Yi transmigrated to Earth and was chosen to enter the Dark Demon Realm.

Awaken the dragon soul bloodline and summon dragon blood creatures.

While others were still summoning archers and spearmen, Lin Yi's dragon legion had already swept across the Dark Demon Realm.

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?