(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.

"It's over! Teacher Wei'an, I failed again! I added the Lucien flower, Morpheus sand, and the Seven Luminaries according to the exact recipe sequence. The Moon and Aries were conjunct and ascending, the phases were harmonious, and the moist star matter wasn't dissipated, yet why did the potion still die?" "The astrological signs were correct, but the water vapor escaped during the ascending palace, and the fire wasn't heated during the water division. In this case, you should seal the earth first to solidify the form, then invite fire to transform it. This is called... closing the door to the earth first, then opening the door to the sky." "Sealing the earth... is it prepared using the Four Elements Method?" Faced with Teacher Wei'an, the enigmatic teacher in the academy, yet no one dared to provoke him, the girl was stunned for a moment before mustering the courage to ask. "But the 'Hermi Alchemical Guidelines' don't record this kind of sequence. Teacher, are these alchemical techniques you're talking about the ones you learned through secret training in the church?" Wei'an shook his head. "...

[Transformation] [Never Marry] [Narcissus]

Transmigrating into a bizarre and restricted game, Su Youdie becomes an S-class anomaly prophesied to destroy the world.

Thinking it was a perfect start, I never expected that the so-called world-destroying anomaly would actually be a frail girl who was light-bodied and easily pushed over.

The good news is that her Witch's Eyes possess a god-like ability to transform into the other person's "fear object" after they make eye contact.

But knowing the game's plot, she knew that she was just a fragile vessel with empty power, destined to be defeated by the male protagonist, have her demon eyes forcibly gouged out, and become a stepping stone for someone else.

"This power is too dangerous. For the sake of humanity, please give it to me."

Faced with the male lead's moral blackmail, Su Youdie retaliated with an elbow strike: "Where did Ruozhi come from? I'm your Die! I've never seen anyone so shameless!"

To avoid a disastrous ending, the girl decides to forge her own path to defeat the protagonist...

Since you are all afraid of me, then I will become fear itself!

In the pitch-black corridor, the light bulbs flickered, and tiny white feet stepped over the corpses.

She appears to be a delicate girl as white as a sheet of paper, but her body harbors hundreds and thousands of evil creatures: Sadako, aliens, zombies, snow women, chainsaw maniacs, ghost dolls, spider buses, and many more witches.

They are all embodiments of fear, and they are all part of her.

The girl revealed a wicked smile and said—

"Don't run away, I'm not scary at all~ Let me see what you're afraid of?"

"Huh? You're saying you're afraid of your wife? You want me to become your wife? Dream on!"

When she came to her senses and looked down at Earth, she couldn't help but sigh softly, "I really didn't want to destroy the world QAQ"

[A non-human protagonist + the Fourth Calamity + farming management + behind-the-scenes plot + group portraits + search-and-fight] Le Ang, caught in a summoning ritual by a descendant of a noble, travels back in time as a gray rat hiding in the basement of a noble mansion, unexpectedly gaining the ability to summon players from Blue Star. Upon seeing the virtual reality game's realism, the Blue Star players, whose consciousnesses were summoned, become obsessed with their respective in-game characters—rats. As the game planner and the NPC boss to the rat players, Le Ang, while expanding his power through the supplies brought back by the players, learns extraordinary knowledge of this world from the descendants of the nobles... Gradually, Le Ang discovers that he has mastered alchemy. He transforms the frail rat players into his own creations. Flying squirrels with bat wings, muscular giant mutated rats...