The sky records the interaction of plasma lightsabers and magic, and the earth buries the remains of dragons and mechas.

War comes with the convergence of the heaven and earth, and this space and time has witnessed the rise and fall of all races.

In this era where mechas and muscles collide, Lu Xun takes the stage with his "omniscient right hand" that can analyze all things and project all races, and embarks on an increasingly inhuman path!

Ghosts, elves, dragons, undead, demons, giants, orcs... Integrate all races, infinitely optimize genes, and become the strongest creature in the universe!

"Mecha is a man's romance? No... and muscles!"

This is a great era belonging to the giant ship galaxy. The multiverse is shattered, and endless fragments of space and land are scattered in the void, turning into an endless sea of broken stars.

Immortal Taoist soldiers, mechanical gods, golden giants, wizard masters...

Countless strange civilizations.

Star sea strange objects, genetic medicine, exogenous armor, floating land origin...

Rare treasures can be found everywhere.

Nether energy shuttle, Nether energy airship, Nether energy airship, frigate, battleship, Star Destroyer, superdimensional mothership...

A fireship with distinct layers.

Across the sea of ​​stars, we start from the fire of human civilization.

Came to Tokyo and became a low-level patrolman.

He thought he would work in the police station until retirement, but the arrival of daily intelligence changed his planned trajectory.

[Daily Wealth Information: There is 20,000 yen in cash under the white light box at the door of the warm curtain izakaya at 12-6 Ichibangai, Kabukicho. ]

[Daily Explosion Information: The Passion Club at 2-11 Kabuki Nibangai hides the wanted murderer Yokochi Saburo. ]

Ordinary life in Tokyo has become exciting.

Starting as a low-level policeman, he became a criminal policeman, solved countless major cases, and became the craziest policeman in Tokyo.

Two hundred million people traveled across time, and as one of them, Leo was forced to join this journey of survival in another world that belonged to the chosen ones.

Each chosen one will be loaded with a career template when they arrive, helping them to quickly integrate into this world.

Some people have loaded special templates, such as spellcasters who are naturally superior to others; some people have loaded ordinary templates, such as villagers who farm in the village. They all have a bright future.

Leo loaded the knight template, and his enemies cried out in despair.

“This is a knight! Full plate armor, amazing magic resistance! Skilled in swordsmanship, archery, and riding! Masters single-wielding and dual-wielding, proficient in all weapons! Group charge just ahhhhhh!!!”

After four years, He Yiming finally became a Sect Master, activated the sect system, and received sign-in rewards!

The system summoned the souls of humans from Earth, reshaped their bodies, and made them disciples of the sect!

With that, the sect’s style of operation drastically changed!

Even though they couldn’t even kill the monsters in the novice village head, they just had to do a suicide attack to defeat it. That, and a whole lot of shenanigans as they innovate the world of cultivation!

Lin Qi, an ordinary young entrepreneur, suddenly finds himself transported to a high-martial world—a realm where countless races thrive, monsters run rampant, and exotic civilizations flourish.

Beneath the dazzling prosperity of its endless metropolises lie mountains of bones. The gods reign supreme, treating their dominions as playgrounds where all living beings are mere toys for their amusement—granted life or erased on a whim.

Lin Qi discovers that all he has is a dilapidated, long-abandoned martial arts hall and a "Traditional Martial Arts System" capable of summoning players from another world.

What the players create and learn, I learn.

Using players as pawns and the myriad races as the chessboard, Lin Qi’s life of cautious survival begins.

Humans once conquered the stars.

Their territory spanned millions of galaxies, their fleets made ancient interstellar empires bow down, their scientific expeditions walked on the edge of the observable universe, and their technology was pushed to the limit of imagination.

It was a paradise-like golden age.

However, there are always stronger ones.

Such a powerful civilization was still swallowed up by an indescribable terrifying force in the [Doomsday Cataclysm].

Countless lives were destroyed in the flames of war, countless planets turned into hell on earth, and the universe became a wasteland.

But everything is not over yet.

Lu Yuan, who traveled to the wasteland universe, found that he was lucky enough to hold the key to reviving human civilization.

In addition, he can also summon diligent players from the universe before the travel to help him achieve this goal.

What happened during the [Doomsday Cataclysm]?

Who pulled humans off the throne of the dominant species and almost wiped out civilization?

How much technology from the golden age was left among the stars, waiting for players to recycle?

These will be answered during the journey.

One day, the reputation of mankind will reverberate in the universe.

"A group of stolen wonderful souls, a brave man's power, and a classic bitter start as a catalyst!"

"Such a savior... Damn, how did the mushrooms fall in!?"

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Lin Jun, who was inexplicably reincarnated into a mushroom, was blocked by various monsters in the depths of the dungeon at the beginning.

Without hands, feet, or eyes, he survived by relying on the plug-in of decomposing corpses and plundering skills.

He even opened up a mushroom garden in the dungeon, intending to reverse the dungeon bit by bit.

All this is to be able to see the sun again one day.

Until that day, a silly Duke's daughter who was turned into a mushroom fell from above.

It also attracted a team of diamond-level adventurers who came to rescue.

Lin Jun, who got a ride inexplicably, found that this was not a dungeon at all, but a buffet paradise!

Unconsciously, the fungus blanket covered every corner of the dungeon. All the dead bodies became its nutrients.

The mushrooms even grew out of the dungeon in search of more...

"Wait, this is really not a Zerg script?"

Elements: [A worldview with a bit of everything] + [Inhuman protagonist] + [The mastermind]

In 1991, Harry Potter, who was looking forward to campus life, stood on the platform of the Hogwarts Express, accompanied by his parents, godfather, Uncle Remus and a snow-white owl, and hugged and said goodbye to them one by one. The wind blew his bangs aside, revealing his smooth forehead above his green almond-shaped eyes. He just felt that he was the happiest little wizard in the world. The last person to say goodbye to him was his godfather, Sirius Black. "Harry, remember, have fun!" Black squatted down, his grey eyes sparkling, "If anything happens, you know, just look for Uncle Regulus—" This is a story about a game geek who plays "Assassin's Creed" and travels through time to the story of Regulus Black, a relative of Harry Potter. Regulus is responsible for hard work, and others are responsible for happiness! Protagonist: All..

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”

“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”

“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”

“You must think I’m mad.”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“It has already seen you.”

***

Oil is Its blood.

Thick smoke is Its breath.

Ore and steel are Its food.

The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.

The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.

They claim they are mere mortals.

Child, you’d best not argue.

You must understand:

Their technology is beyond comprehension.

Their production capacity is unimaginable.

A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.

Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.

How will you stop them?

With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?

You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.

***

“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”

“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”