Pursue knowledge, question rules, and seek truth.

This is the world of wizards.

Angele stumbled into this world with the [Book of Truth].

Many years later.

Angele put his hand on the shoulder of the editor-in-chief of the journal "Truth".

"There used to be two dark clouds floating over the floating city called knowledge. I'm glad that I have completely cleared them out."

"I just burned their manuscripts and used magic to make the world forget their names. How can you say that I killed them?"

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"Your accusations against my thesis are completely nonsense! This is academic oppression!"

"For stupid people, I will forgive your incompetence and give you more time to reproduce my experimental results."

"Truth? I am the truth! You ancient wizards, it's time to end."

"The world is about to be reshuffled. I want to see if you can still be at the table this time!"

Angele, the king of all laws, the founder of truth, and the gravedigger of the old times, said so.

When the first beam of moonlight shines on the earth, the twelve apostles stand up from the dim moonlight.

Wizards, Word Spirits, Silver Snakes, Giants, Plague Carriers, Zombies, Knights, Alchemists, Druids, Evil Gods, Blood Clan, Werewolves.

In the long night, who is the hunter, who is the sacrifice, who is the master, and who is the servant?

The claws of the werewolf are so sharp, how suitable they are for my magic gloves.

The bat wings of the blood clan cover the streets, how suitable they are for my magic windbreaker.

The scepter of the evil god, soaked in blood, how suitable they are for my magic cane.

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Rudolf, the star wizard, walks quietly in the moonlight, his fingers cross the list, collecting his beloved apostle relics one by one.

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He was transported to a fantasy adventure world of swords and magic. After reading the Fireball spell from the mage skill book given to him upon registering with the Adventurers' Guild, Allen aimed it at a training dummy and began chanting a meditation spell. "Magic skills require daily practice; even the best newcomers need months, even years, to master them..." Before the crippled dwarf could finish speaking, a blazing fireball with a smiling face flew from Allen's palm. Allen then went to the "Return to the Furnace," a place that specialized in recycling junk, and bought a broken staff. "So you're planning to use this broken staff as a flail to smash those monsters?" the dwarf couldn't help but complain, only to notice the broken staff, now wrapped in strips of cloth, shimmering with a dazzling purple light. Even after the two set off on their adventure, the dwarf teased Allen, who stubbornly insisted on heading in a certain direction. "This..."

(Pseudo-D&D, Dragon Text, Evil Dragon Lord) As a red dragon, Phoenix often feels like an outcast among the red dragon race. Other red dragons: alcoholics, brutal, arrogant, greedy, tyrants of wild volcanoes. Phoenix: runs an egg dragon farm, providing employment opportunities; absorbs refugees in his territory, creating a beautiful home; prioritizes food safety, warming both the heart and stomach; vigorously integrates the industrial chain, promoting healthy competition in commerce; humbly submits to the Holy Dynasty's rule of filial piety, his famous deeds moving the diverse world… and steadfastly punishes and retaliates against groups of heroes who commit crimes, improving the living standards of humanoid races in dragon-occupied areas, and continuously manually silencing lawbreakers. Finally, he's addicted to opening eggs. "Have you converted 100 gilded dragon eggs today?" Druid girl: "Boss, it's 101." "Open them all!"

[Non-cool story + Western fantasy + Anti-themed + slow pace + growing protagonist]

It was absolutely right to have a progression system at the beginning. Dago was desperate to improve. The first thing he did every morning when he woke up was look in the mirror and ask himself, "Have I made any progress today?" Especially as a wizard, if he improved a little bit every day, after ten thousand sunsets and sunrises, he would surely reach the top of the world.

When he was on the verge of death, he not only awakened the proficiency panel, but also found that he could deduce all laws with his experience. Others practiced for three years and got stuck in the bottleneck, but he worked hard for three days to break through the knight level! The wizard apprentice meditated and vomited blood, but he ate hot pot and sang songs, and solved the problems that troubled everyone! Starting from the wizard tower in the dark forest, he condensed the spell model with his left hand to smash the powerful enemy, and swung the heavy sword with his right hand to cut the way forward. While others were still scheming for a little resource, Rogge's eyes were already cast on the endless planes beyond the stars. With proficiency as firewood and the soul of the liver emperor as the fire, he was going to work hard in this strange wizard world to get his own immortal throne! "Who said knights can't make fireballs? Who said wizards can't withstand forbidden spells? I will work hard to the peak!" Also known as: "The Wizard: I Want to Work Hard Through All Worlds"

[Pseudo-D&D][Pseudo-Warhammer][Wizard][Magic][Steam][Dragon][Evil God][Abyss][Alchemy][Potion]

In this world of meshing gears, roaring steam, and the coexistence of magic and gunpowder: dwarves operate sophisticated alchemical equipment, giants wield steam-powered warhammers, dragons soar atop towering mountains, wizards shape the world's landscape, and gods sit in the heavens overlooking the world.

Karl must harness his divinity and master his steam-powered armor to take control of his destiny before the dragons roar and the interdimensional war arrives.

"Either burn through the plane with steam and magic! Or be crushed into dust by the clash of civilizations!"

Rune, a mediocre wizarding apprentice whose future hangs in the balance, suddenly finds himself transported to another world… “Transportation by horse? Duels by sword?” “So-called noble knights… are nothing more than a bunch of muscular, weak-willed brutes?” A sly smile crept across Rune’s lips. “In the wizarding world, you call me apprentice, and I won’t argue…” “But in this ignorant Middle Ages, what should you call me?”