This is a story about a gear boy. Although he didn't become a space warrior, he wants to tell everyone who hasn't traveled through time: As long as we and Big Head are here, the Empire's combat effectiveness is still 99%, and humanity will still stand firm! In the name of the holy binary, loudly praise Ohm Messiah. All glory to the God of All Machines. Praise together. Praise machinery, praise steel. You are the master who casts all things, the apocalypse that destroys everything. Evaporate, burn, and cast. Steel is eternal, machinery is immortal, and the way of steel is materialism. Machinery is the truth. More is better, bigger is beautiful. Billions of turrets are your glory. Roaring engines are your sermons. (The author is not a serious person, so the story is not a serious story. ps: GW's story setting is too ridiculous. In order to make the story more rigorous and reasonable, I changed it. If you don't like it, please don't criticize)

[Cyberpunk 2077 Base + DLC] + [Edgewalker] + [Cyberpunk Board Game Settings] Some say he's the mistress of Night City's "V." But others say he's the true "V" of Night City. Some say he's Night City's most reliable mercenary, willing to take down any company if the money's in his pocket. But others say he's Night City's least reliable mercenary. Even if he accepts a commission, if something he encounters during the mission disgusts him, he'll cancel it on the spot—or even turn around and kill the client. He's a man who changed Night City, considered by many to be the fourth legendary hacker after Batmos, Ultra, and Spider-Murphy. But in reality... Alex Mercer's own vision is quite simple. "This world is too filthy. I just want to burn everything that's in my way to ashes." Of course, before that, he has to solve a problem. First, he has to escape from Arasaka's hacker academy with Lucy and the other children—but for him, that doesn't seem like a difficult task. When you encounter an enemy, you overclock your brain, then a prosthetic malfunction and synaptic meltdown will instantly kill them. Isn't that how we hacker players usually do it? ...PS: I already have two excellent fan fictions. Even the most flopped ones have never been discontinued once they're published. Ten thousand copies a day after they're published is standard practice. Veteran authors, please bookmark and read. Come on, let's burn this world to ashes together!

Chen Yun traveled to the extraordinary Middle Ages with the MC (My World) game system and became a pioneer lord abandoned by his family. He went to the Northland, where the environment was harsh and monsters were everywhere.

The climate in the Northland was cold and there was a lack of food? Sorry, my MC wheat matured every five days and could be harvested automatically. Others? It matured faster and there was an automatic broiler machine.

The Northland was roaming with zombies and it was difficult to survive? Sorry, I built a floating city, the Sky City, you know?

The Sky City, lack of supplies, and declining business? Then I can only build sky railways and sky waterways to transport supplies directly from the sky.

What? A zombie tide broke out in the Northland, zombies surrounded the city, and the allies on the ground were wiped out and couldn't go down to the ground?

Go talk to my world devourer! We are all living hard! I lied to you! I live a very easy life.

What's the matter, you can become the king of the Northland with a little effort? Then try harder and aim to become the king of the world.

The major empires and gods in the sky want to attack me? You don't think I only play the original MC and not the mods, do you?

Ask my Xiuxian, Magic, Guns, Industrial Power and other mods if they agree?

"Neutron annihilation, earth-exploding stars, happy angels, Colossus annihilation, dimensionality reduction strike, black hole annihilation. Open your eyes and see how many races in the galaxy have been exterminated under the ambition of that tyrant!! The Holy Emperor is a very evil person! A humanist, an out-and-out war criminal??”

"What? You said His Majesty is a war criminal?? Oh my God, you damn heretic. Quick, call the fleet immediately to execute the extermination order. This planet needs divine purification."

PS: Elements of this book: wasteland, mechanical prosthetics, out-of-control AI, genetic modification, extraordinary awakening, interstellar warfare, empire building, and the indescribable Cthulhu evil god and subspace demon.

"This city is fueled by people's broken spirits, shattered dreams, and the blood and sweat of the people... I don't want to be a cog, and I don't believe roses can bloom on circuit boards."

Damn, who would like such a world?

The crosshairs can't appear in the mind, and the prosthesis can't be installed at will.

But fortunately, there are still gold fingers...

I don't want to be a legend, nor do I plan to do something big. Roll just wants to guard his own little piece of land and live a good life, but why the hell are you forcing me?

So now--

"It's time to show everyone who is the real legend!"

"Adam's Hammer? What a powerful prosthesis, but luckily my body is not bad! Come and touch it! I'll let you know what a yellow-skinned athlete is!"

"Let's choose the color of the nuclear bomb to blow up the Arasaka Tower. Oh, how about pink?"

Richard, the time traveler, faced both good news and bad news. Good news: He'd traveled through time and become a wealthy young man. Bad news: He'd arrived in the unfamiliar land of Oluba. Good news: Pokhrani, where he lived, was a wealthy nation rich in "star steel" deposits. Bad news: It was September 1, 939, and Pokhrani, facing the "blitzkrieg" launched by the Talmenrecher Empire, was about to collapse. Watching the Stukas swooping down from the sky, the time traveler was overcome with grief. "This place is terrifying! Let me go home!" Six years had passed in a flash, and Richard had earned many titles. He was universally recognized by all Pokhranians as the greatest national hero of the 20th century; he was the nemesis of the Desert Fox; he was the "White Death" who had killed the most enemy officers...

Without might, one cannot vanquish bandits; without force, one cannot rule the world. Llane Rivers, having traveled across Westeros and become the sole male heir to the Rivers family of Harrenhal, chooses the path of Prime Minister in the face of the impending War of the Five Kings. "Joffrey, this is freshly made chicken soup." "Joffrey, why are you rebelling?" "Joffrey, I told you not to call me deadaddy. Call me the King's Father, the Regent."

The emperor who killed 50,000 imperial guards with his bare hands, the Holy Emperor of Liang, was seriously injured in his later years and his life expectancy was short, so he could die at any time. At this time, the court and the country were in turmoil, and the heroes of the world were rising up, ready to rush over; foreign enemy countries were eyeing and coveting him, the generals and mercenaries on the border were self-reliant, there were three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand ambitious families; behind the scenes, there were also the high and mighty immortals, who used all living beings as chess pieces and the dynasty as chessboard, devouring the luck; the Holy Emperor of Liang smiled when he saw the fate of the true son of heaven!

Ministers: Your Majesty, no one is immortal. As the saying goes, life and death are determined by fate, as are wealth and honor...

Emperor Sheng of Liang: That’s right, wealth and honor are achieved through risk. All of us below me are your subjects. If you want your subjects to die, today is the day you die!

Kill a first-rank traitor, and the fate of the true emperor will take effect, and you will gain one year of life.

Concubine: You are a tyrant. You broke up our lovers and now you are killing my whole family. Return my family members’ lives to me.

Emperor Sheng of Liang: Of course, I never like wasting food...

Kill a first-rank demon concubine, and your fate will take effect, granting you ten years of life.

The Immortals: As the Son of Heaven, how dare you go against the will of heaven?

Emperor Liang Sheng: What are you talking about? Since you know that I am the master of destiny, why don't you kneel down quickly?

Kill a first-grade Xuanxian and gain a thousand years of life!

…

Many years later, all nations submitted, and all immortals bowed their heads, but in their hearts they cursed this damned Liang Shengdi. Why did his life have no end? Why didn't he die?

Here is a less formal introduction:

I traveled through time and seemed to be an employee of a company.

Wow, that's a lot of salary!

The alarm sounded.

Asking me to suppress the minions? What the hell is this company?!

The following is a serious introduction:

I am Ye Lan. The best employee of Lobotomy Corporation in X0XX. Miss Hod doesn't even need to do core suppression after seeing me.

But no one in the company knew that I was actually a spy from a company in a world even outside the ruins. (Of course, Miss Angela might know this, but she didn't tell anyone, so no one knew.)

But besides this secret, I have another one.

A secret that even my real company doesn't know: I'm a time traveler. (But maybe I've told Miss Angela about this in one of my previous loops.)

Let Weidong dream back to 1983.

The disabled old security guard has no rebirth skills, but there happens to be a local super god who is omnipotent. Of course, he has to follow him attentively, just to live a life of luxury. If he can also arrange a marriage with a fairy lady, he will be completely devoted.

But this great god seems to be different from the legend.

You have to stand up!