Chen Lin, a botanist from the Dark Academy , was reduced to a lowly apprentice at the predatory Thorn Garden, a Dark Wizarding Academy. Near death, he awakened the "Seed of Origin," granting him the incredible ability to analyze all things and control magical plants.

Since then, he has repeatedly teetered on the brink of life and death, avenging vengeance with delight in the wizarding world.

The exploration of life and death is endless. Dawn Rawls awakens in another world, unexpectedly obtaining a page of an adventure log capable of absorbing souls. From then on, the path of a necromancer unfolds beneath his feet. [You have acquired a fragmented red dragon soul] [Dragon spirit research progress 3%] [The journey of the soul servant, the bone dragon Nighold, begins] [Aiya Calendar 427, Nighold was born from the fires of the dead] [Aiya Calendar 428, Nighold loves playing hide-and-seek, his favorite hiding place is piles of bones] [Aiya Calendar 428, Nighold begins to destroy houses]... [Aiya Calendar 432, a ridiculous rumor is circulating among the residents of Redstone Town—"What does it mean that the lord's castle has flown away?"]... (D&D elements, primarily adventure with some farming elements, team-based gameplay, mage protagonist)

[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.

(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!"

[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."

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?"

...

"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.

He traveled through a game world set in a magical remake of World War I, becoming a hapless imprisoned man in London. Luckily, he knew the plot well and possessed a cheat code that allowed him to replicate other people's abilities. Since fate had already condemned him to a life sentence, he decided to set the mountain on fire. "Miss Witch, how can you govern a country with these insects?" "Madam, you don't want your general husband to discover you're a spy for the Six Nations, do you?" "Go ahead, Princess, what are you hesitating about? Failure is treason, success is revolution!" "You ask what's on board? Nothing, just a few thousand guns... Arms smuggling? Don't slander me! I'm clearly supporting a just cause!" ... and so on. By establishing a secret organization, operating an underground industry, weaving a spy network, and collecting hardcore...

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..."

[Welcome to the Immortal Cultivation and Longevity System] [Current Location: Lingyun Pavilion] Murphy glanced around the knight training ground, enclosed by log fences. A castle, perhaps fifteen or sixteen meters high, stood in the distance. What kind of Lingyun Pavilion was this? [Option 1: Traverse a hundred-meter-long swamp, navigate the plum blossom pile formation, and scale the Soul-Breaking Cliff. Reaching the summit will earn you admission to the Lingyun Pavilion as an introductory disciple.] [Reward: Strengthen your muscles and bones, "A glimpse of the way."] [Option 2: Equally challenging but stopping at the cliff, become a registered disciple of the Lingyun Pavilion.] [Reward: Horse training and taming, "A glimpse of the way."] Murphy thought about it. You're a knight, and I'm an immortal. It made sense. Later, he learned that this world didn't just have knights, but wizards, too, and that wizards went on expeditions. While wizards conquered planes and returned with mountains of magic stones, Murphy cultivated in the background. While wizards harvested elemental cores...

This is the best of times. Wizards, fresh from the Second Wizarding War, have entered their golden age. Countless wizards, aboard floating cities, have embarked on a grand voyage across the astral plane. But this is also the worst of times. The battlefield holds not only victors but also countless corpses fallen before victory. The flames of war have been ignited; no one can remain uninvolved. I am Gawain, an ordinary wizarding apprentice, but deep within my soul lies a scale of truth. As long as the scales are balanced, failed potions can be transformed into successes, incomplete knowledge can be filled in, techniques on paper can be mastered in an instant, and even the flesh and blood of nameless ancient gods can be refined into their essence… In this magnificent era, I will ultimately become the one who leads the way.