In the prosperous and luxurious modern city, countless blood-red eyes are surrounding.

Pagans, transformed warriors, esoteric warriors, and dark creatures...

Fang Qingyu came here with a map that can be used for unlimited jobs.

[Warrior] + [Red Python Scale]

→ [Dragon Fist Grandmaster ★★★]

.......

[Dragon Fist Grandmaster] + [Void Giant Whale Spine]

→ [Star Shattering Doukui ★★★★]

.......

[Star Shattering Doukui] + [Chaos Titan Skull]

→ Final Job Change [End of the Martial Saint ★★★★★]

......

Many years later.

A man walked out of the center of the nuclear explosion safely, and the giant god's Dharma image behind him took shape.

"From this moment on, I will become a true... God!"

On the top of a skyscraper.

Fang Cheng sweated profusely as he continued to train.

1,000 high-five push-ups.

1,000 two-finger push-ups.

1,000 one-arm pull-ups.

1,000 one-arm handstand push-ups.

1,000 one-leg squats.

In addition, he persisted in doing dragon flag and blade push-ups for an hour.

Looking in the mirror, Fang Cheng was relieved.

"All six skills are maxed out, and I can finally synthesize the mythical talent, the body of Asura."

In the dark city of neon confusion, countless blood-red eyes surrounded him.

Chaebols, murderers, pagans, genetic modifiers, rebel organizations...

Fang Cheng carried a panel and broke into this seemingly ordinary mysterious world.

He started to practice from push-ups.

Fitness, boxing, Sanda, parkour, meditation, breathing, qigong...

Ordinary skills have reached unimaginable levels.

Push the limits of human beings and crush all the self-important "monsters".

Until - become the god of the new world!

One time cheating.

Let Hu Qi come to this strange and ambiguous world.

Gradually, he discovered the differences beneath the prosperous surface of this world.

…

The shattered glass walls of the skyscrapers reflected the dim sunlight like a shattered dream.

The streets were littered with ruins, and the steel and concrete skeletons were twisted and stretched abruptly into the sky.

Hu Qi stood tall with a burly figure, his long black hair fluttering in the wind.

A thick, black-scaled arm was pulled out from the body of a monster.

The ground beside him was covered with huge corpses of strange shapes.

suddenly.

He seemed to have sensed something.

Look up.

The blood-red eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the barrier between reality and the spiritual world.

I saw that each of them was powerful and looked like a god.

The corners of his mouth raised into a ferocious arc.

He smiled and whispered to himself, "What fresh ingredients!"

From eating to [Refining the Body of All Things], swallowing and digesting, refining all things for your own use. From walking to [Shrinking the Earth into an Inch], the world is just a stone's throw away, and you can walk through mountains and rivers for thousands of miles. From sleeping to [Taixu Meditation], your soul wanders, and you understand the mysteries of heaven and earth. From archery to [Meteor Chasing Moon Arrow], penetrate the sky and shoot all demons and monsters. In this world, power is respected, demons are rampant, and immortals overlook. It is dangerous and the bottom ants don't even have the qualifications to struggle! Zhang Yan traveled to this chaotic world of demons and warriors. He was weak and his life was coming to an end. Fortunately, he has the magical [Heaven Rewards Hard Work System]. This system makes every effort he makes rewarded, without a doubt.

In the first year of the Starry Sky Calendar, mankind entered the interstellar era, and interstellar immigrants, spaceships, alien families, and extraterritorial evil gods... came one after another.

In the 717th year of the Starry Sky Calendar, Fang Xing looked at the dense alien army under the background of the universe, saying that the alien army, the immortal cultivators, the tentacles, the secret religion, and the evil gods would all be shocked by my supreme talent and blown up with my iron fist...

Well, this is actually a story about a time traveler who can do whatever he wants in many alien worlds by relying on the professional panel...

[Simulator + identity selection + talent + upgrade flow + decisive killing + steady + simulation will not easily die. ]

Su Yang traveled through the world of immortal cultivation and was trapped in the coffin board in the grave at the beginning.

Fortunately, the identity simulation system was awakened in time.

Not only can the identity be extracted for simulation, but also the identity can be exchanged for reality.

One simulation, just a casual cultivator of Qi training.

Two simulations, and you become the master of Ziyun Mountain.

After the third simulation.

Hmm? How did I become the sword son of the Tianjian Sect, the dominant force of the God Transformation?

…

Is this the end?

No, as the number of simulations increases.

More and more identities appear in front of Su Yang.

The descendant of Danzun, the only legitimate son of the King of Return to Void, the brother that the Qingxuan Queen will never forget, the son of destiny, the natural Taoist master… and many more. If

you call me a mortal today, I won’t argue with you.

What should you call me tomorrow?

You don’t have to answer.

Because soon, my identity will be updated again.

[I traveled through time and entered the Taoist holy land Tianshi Mansion to practice. 】

Lei Jun: "This is a good start."

[Late in getting started, late in practicing, mediocre in abilities, and slow in cultivation. 】

Lei Jun: "This is a bit bad."

[Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, luck predicts the future, and choices determine life. 】

Lei Jun: "My golden finger is very powerful."

[Top sign: ...to get a fifth-grade opportunity, move secretly, and have no worries, good luck. 】

Lei Jun: "This is good, are there any others?"

[Lower sign: ... Before you get any harvest, you will encounter a big disaster, you will be in a dangerous situation, and the casualties will be unpredictable. It is fierce. 】

Lei Jun: "Very good, I choose to sign."

From now on, the benefits will not be lost, and the troubles will not come to you.

Life is in a simple mode, and you can watch others' thrilling clouds rise and fall indifferently.

[I have traveled through time and joined a sect of cultivators. There is hope for the great road]

"This is a good start."

[It is a demon sect, and the aptitude is mediocre. If you cannot cultivate to the third level of Qi training within a year, the road will collapse and be blocked]

"Maybe I can only cultivate immortals as a mortal and fight for the road to immortality."

[Seek good fortune and avoid disaster, the fortune clearly indicates good and bad luck, and the choice determines the fate]

"Every drink and every bite is predestined. This golden finger is very popular with me."

...

[Middle-upper fortune,...get a sixth-grade opportunity, act secretly, and have no worries, good luck]

[Middle-lower fortune,...but disaster comes before good fortune, sudden disaster, deep in danger, minor misfortune]

[The worst fortune,...can be favored by the elders, but encounter a righteous undercover, ten out of ten will die, great misfortune]

"That makes sense, I choose the best fortune."

From then on, I will take all the opportunities and avoid any trouble.

Jiang Che's heart is as calm as water, sitting in the demon cave, watching the situation in the world, all of which are passing clouds.

“It’s not difficult to cultivate this immortality.”

[Mysterious style + high-tech doctor + invincible scalpel + decisive killing + mechanical pet]

Having traversed a mysterious world, Arthur Beria landed in the peaceful and simple city of Dilis. He discovered that his mind wasn't filled with those maddening ramblings, but only with lines of cold, hard data.

To others, it was the indescribable whisper of an evil god, a runaway mutation that meant certain death. To Arthur, it was merely a series of medical records awaiting processing: "A lurking vengeful spirit? Hmm, a neurological parasite, electroconvulsive therapy recommended." "An out-of-control Extraordinary? This is malignant proliferation caused by genetic mutation, cut it off." "Contamination by an ancient god? Oh, this is a high-risk virus, requiring planetary-level isolation surgery."

Thus, in this mad world where steam and mist intertwine, a black market doctor emerged, inspiring fear in all who beheld him. He wielded a scalpel, accompanied by a vicious mechanical dog that fed on corpses. Even a god descending to earth would be forced onto the operating table to sign an informed consent form if they dared to display their health bar before him.

Arthur adjusted his monocle and looked at the trembling evil god: "Don't move, it's just a minor surgery, it'll be over soon."

— This book is also known as: When Outer Gods Meet Surgeons, As Long as I Can't See God's Name, God Cannot Contaminate Me, and About My Removal of the Old Ones as if They Were Viruses