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.

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?”

He's transmigrated to another world. Two paths lie before him: First, learn magic from the strongest mage. Second, learn cultivation from a ruthless system. Pro scoffs at both. "Hmph, only children make choices," he thinks. "I want both magic and cultivation techniques..."

[Squad Adventure][Pseudo-D&D][Hybrid Worldview] Raine arrived in a fantastical world and obtained the "Adventurer's Chronicle." Slaying monsters made him stronger, exploring made him stronger. From then on, he was unstoppable, becoming a low-level adventurer. From dark forest secrets to lost ancient ruins, from dungeons beneath the yellow sands to floating cities in the clouds. He traversed snow-capped mountains, forded valleys, paused beside the corpses of demon gods, and gazed into the distance from the backs of dragons. Until one day, he touched the supreme crown on his forehead, looked at the thousands of beings kneeling before him, and sighed deeply: Adventure has no end, adventure never stops.

When the gods fall and all races submit, an eternal legend lies ahead. Nothing is left unturned... perhaps? A simple yet fascinating story about a wizard named Sean welcomes you to this new world. It all begins here...

After failing the college entrance exam, Tang Rui crafted an admission letter from the Arcanist Academy and sent it to the group chat to ease the awkwardness. As it turned out, he was actually accepted. PS: This book is also known as "This Isn't Science, This Is Magic," "Believe Me, I'm a True Arcanist," and "This Is a Floating City, Not a Space Station." PS: This is a daily, farming-themed novel, not a combat-themed one. Don't stumble into it.

In an era where knowledge was suppressed, even physician Lyle had to be cautious in his academic research. Then, an invitation from Andre College appeared before him. Andre College, Cassandra's? Lyle examined the tombstone carefully. "Wow," he thought, "the scholars here really know how to choose a location."

[Family Article][Wizard Article][Group Portrait][Farming][Cthulhu][Behind the Scenes]

"I finally found you, child. Our family has declined, and you are the last of my bloodline in this world. You can call me ancestor."

"Okay, ancestor. What do you want to see me for?"

"You have to revitalize our family, child. We have stood for thousands of years and are the most prosperous wizard family. Looking through the family tree, almost every generation has produced great wizards whose reputations were resounding throughout the sky at that time."

"But ancestor, I don't have the talent to learn even the little tricks of those wizards who spray water. Not to mention the witchcraft that can make the earth tremble and the sky overturn."

"It doesn't matter, child. You still have my teachings, and you still have your descendants. You still have the rich witchcraft heritage I left you in the manor. As long as your descendants can continue, sooner or later you will master those witchcrafts, and our family will regain its glory."

"How glorious is it, ancestor?"

"Child, do you know that the wilderness full of twisted monsters, the manor occupied by demons, and the thousands of miles of land snatched by the high-sounding evil cult villains, all belonged to our family."

"But, ancestor, why am I just a coachman now?"

"Because our family has fallen into decline."

During Allison's trial, she consistently emphasized her role as a good leader. She prevented cross-border wars upon inheriting the earldom, worked diligently while imprisoned, led trends as a singer, pursued truth as a detective, and was dedicated to her duties as a doctor. However, regarding the sacrifices of her territory, the maiming of prisoners, the deadly allure of her songs, and the unauthorized modification of patients' bodies, Allison believed that from a different perspective, these actions could be justified. After all, she was a witch.

The world was plagued by pollution, the old days were awakening, and terror spread throughout the cities. Ordinary humans, beast handlers, sequencers, the church, imperial technology, and kingdom knights could only defend themselves, constantly shrinking their survival space. It was in this context that the healing Allison ventured into the forbidden zone, pioneering her territory, recruiting refugees, and developing her followers, until one day she ascended to a divine position.

Chamberlain traveled through time and space and became the king of an ancient magical empire.

Sadly, he was the last king, chased and hunted by rebels.

With evil gods watching him and the rebels in pursuit, he was ready to hang himself when a familiar voice rang out.

"From the beginnings of underwater life to..."

A civilization system, somewhat different from his understanding, emerged in his mind.

"This is clearly a magical empire, so why are we incorporating materialistic ideologies?"

"Newton, are you sure this magic conforms to your laws?"

"What's the Gaussian magic model?"

"What the hell is a Turing maze?"

"Zhang Heng, are you sure your astral armillary sphere guide can replace the navigator? Okay, the colossus is in place."

As the Silverthir Empire entered its 40th millennium, the world under its control flourished with life. With the help of many great men, it had entered the Age of Stars, the Golden Age.

Chamberlain stretched out his hands and played the accordion. "I have brought peace to a generation, and at the same time, I have made the Empire great again!"

However, there are always heretics who continue to slander the ruler of the Empire, the sun of the Empire, the great Emperor Chamberlain.

They call him an evil god, a false god, a butcher, a tyrant, a false emperor, the destroyer of countless worlds, and the destroyer of the world.

In response to these unrealistic rumors, Chamberlain said, "Slander! All of it! I am really not a war criminal. I love nuclear peace very much!"

"In that case, then tell my Burning Heaven Divine Soldier!"

"We are all trying our best to live."