"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?"

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”

“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”

“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”

“You must think I’m mad.”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“It has already seen you.”

***

Oil is Its blood.

Thick smoke is Its breath.

Ore and steel are Its food.

The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.

The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.

They claim they are mere mortals.

Child, you’d best not argue.

You must understand:

Their technology is beyond comprehension.

Their production capacity is unimaginable.

A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.

Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.

How will you stop them?

With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?

You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.

***

“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”

“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”

[Tags: Time travel + kingdom building + development + war + multi-character POV + ideals]

In the words of Sankara, what was the situation in the Republic of Buginia before he took over?

The national GDP was only 7.26 billion USD.

The land area was a pathetic 274,000 square kilometers.

The total military force? Less than 100,000 soldiers!

Navy? What navy? It's a landlocked country — how could it have a navy?

And after he took over?

Buginia’s GDP surpassed the American Union, taking 40% of global GDP and becoming No. 1 in the world!

Its territory expanded to 10 million square kilometers!

The army grew to nearly 10 million troops. As for the navy aircraft carrier fleets now freely sail across all four oceans!

Decades later—

“Today, I can finally announce to the whole world with pride The future of humanity will forever belong to all of mankind. Death does not belong to us!” Akhro Sankara (Supreme Ruler of the United Human Destiny Alliance)

Traveling through Tianlong, becoming Murong Fu, ambitious and unwilling to lie down.

This emperor, the Zhao family can do it, why can't I?

No way!

Beiming, Douzhuan, Jianglong, Yijinjing...

Song Dynasty, Dali, Liao Dynasty, Xixia...

The country is so beautiful that countless heroes compete for it!

Divine skills, beauties, and the country, all must be grasped, all must be strong!

Lynn traveled to a magical world similar to the European Middle Ages but possessing magical powers.

Here, magic can affect and control elementary particles.

So…a scientific theory is a magic formula!

Wizards called spellcasters who are actually scientists, under the siege of the Holy See, struggled to explore the truth of the world, until the arrival of Lin En, which set off a renaissance of an alien version…

(PS: The 2 million-word work “Hogwarts Bloodline Wizards” has already been completed, and the quality is guaranteed!)

[Boss-like protagonist + decisive in killing + cold-blooded villain + roaming the world]

What you are about to see will be the most powerful empire in the history of the universe, with territory spanning the multiverse and time, casting a shadow on the universe.

Yang Yi, a modern capital tycoon, accidentally discovered that someone possessed the portal described in the novel. From then on, the door connecting the heavens and all worlds opened to Yang Yi.

In front of the Zerg Overlord, Yang Yi pointed to the trillions of void warships anchored behind him and said, "The Crescent Moon Divine Ship, this ship combines the essence of technology and immortal civilization. It uses the essence of the universe as fuel. A single shot can destroy the crystal wall of the world. And my Daqian can build a billion of these ships in one second. Are you sure you want to play the Zerg Sea Tactics with me?"

In front of the Lord God, "Do you see the light above your head? This is called the Taichu Protocol. It is the best timeline weapon in the universe. It can instantly destroy and restart the timelines of infinite worlds. In addition, we also mass-produce causal weapons, imaginary number weapons, and dimensional collapse weapons."

In the prehistoric world, Hongjun frowned slightly at the terrifying power that the divine generals in front of Yang Yi displayed. Yang Yi pointed at them and introduced them, "They are my legion commanders, born from the mythical Daluo, transcending the fate of the heavens, and their incarnations illuminate the heavens. I heard that the prehistoric Daluo are worse than dogs, so we are here!"

The Six Saints of the Primordial Desolation looked at the gods, whose pressure was even more terrifying than their own, in disbelief: "You call this Daluo? If you are only Daluo, then what are we?"

With technology as his spearhead and the mythical Daluo as his spear, Yang Yi steps on the main temple, the endless abyss, the system empire, the immortal alliance and other top forces in the heavens, and ascends to the lord of the era!

[MC + Western Fantasy + Lord]

(Alternate Title: The Growth Diary of a God and His Church)

In the third year of the Light Calendar on the Rodri Continent, Ian addressed his people:

"I've said this countless times—defeating the Abyss and the Demon King doesn’t automatically make me the God of Light! And my MC world is not the Kingdom of Light!"

"Dragons—my Ender Dragon is not your Dragon God! Tell those dragonesses to stop coming here asking for offspring!"

"Dwarves—quit obsessing over Iron Golems and start researching Redstone technology! Golems don’t reproduce, no matter how much you tinker with them!"

"Elves—stop using bone meal to force the World Tree to grow! The Winged Clan has filed multiple complaints—your trees are shooting up like rockets and invading their territory!"

"At this rate, I might as well relocate all of you to the Twilight Forest!"

"And finally! Call me..."

[A refreshing article based on rigorous textual research and directed towards history]

He is in France, has just entered Versailles, and is the crown prince.

The only problem is that the current king is Louis XVI, who will be kicked off in two years...

Since my father and the ministers are unreliable, I have no choice but to rectify France myself!

Earn a little money first and solve the financial crisis that has plagued the country for hundreds of years.

Let’s give those nobles who have evil intentions and seek to seize power a hard beating.

Then he seized the church which occupied a large amount of land and obtained it for nothing.

Industry, technology, agriculture, and commerce go hand in hand. I am the greatest crown prince in France!

That year, Xiao Yingzi was entangled in the alliance army and pressed on the border, so I took his island directly.

That year, I pointed my sword at the whole of Europe. I will accomplish the feats that the Emperor failed to accomplish back then! ...

(The sequel, "Li Shimin Troubled by His Brother's Sorrow," has already begun.) Agronomy professor Zhu Xiang travels back in time to become a commoner in the State of Zhao during the chaotic Warring States period. His life finally improves. His eldest sister, having run off with a wealthy merchant, takes all the family's valuables and leaves him with their nephew, claiming she's having an affair with another wealthy merchant and can't raise the child. Furious, Zhu Xiang is about to give the child away for adoption, but learns the child's name is Zheng, and his father is Yiren, the grandson of the Qin king. Zhu Xiang is bewildered. "My nephew is Ying Zheng? But my sister's name isn't Zhao Ji, it's Chunhua!" Determined to prevent the First Emperor from disappearing from history, Zhu Xiang decides to grit his teeth and tighten his belt to raise his child. With a ding, the cheat code "Farming System" is launched, allowing you to exchange your friendship with historical figures for improved seeds. Zhu Xiang, tears streaming down his face, kissed the son of the First Emperor on the forehead: "You are indeed the son of the First Emperor! You are truly amazing! Look at your uncle cultivating a vast empire for you!" Long later, as Qin Shi Huang took a nap amidst his desk, he could still dream of that childhood scene. His uncle held his small hand as they walked along the long ridges of the fields, pointing to the golden fields reaching to the sky. "Zheng, your uncle has a dream: to plant high-quality seeds in all the lands illuminated by the sun and moon, so that all the people of Guizhou can have enough to eat." "Uncle, Zheng, take all the lands illuminated by the sun and moon and let your uncle farm, okay?" "Ah? Hahahaha, sure." His uncle let him sit on his shoulders, laughing. "Wherever Zheng's territory expands, your uncle's fields will be planted there." His large hand clasped the small one. "A promise is a promise." — Notes — 1. This story is written in a popular style, featuring many modern words. The characters' addresses and dialogues do not follow pre-Qin conventions (for example, "you and I" is used instead of "you and me"). This is a heartwarming, group-loving, and relaxing story about farming. 2. To meet the needs of the plot, the characters and major events have been slightly adjusted. There are numerous fictitious characters and events, and a large amount of references to unofficial history. No textual research is permitted. Everyone has their own preferences. If you don't like the plot, please stop your losses immediately by clicking "×." The author's abilities are limited, so don't expect me to make changes. Please choose an author that suits your preferences. 3. All legitimate readers are equal. Please do not label readers who enjoy this story as "XX" to the author. I'm just a lousy coder, and I don't deserve it. 4. Please do not recommend this article under other articles, and please do not criticize other articles under this one. I kowtow to you all, m(-_-)m. — Follow-up article: "Li Shimin Troubled by His Brother's Voice" — Pre-collection required — There are twins in the Tang Guogong Mansion in Jinyang. The elder brother, Li Shimin, was a strong and skilled martial artist, while the younger brother, Li Xuanba, had been taking medicine since birth. People at the time claimed that the twins had a miraculous telepathy. Li Shimin, the second son of the Duke of Tang, confirmed the rumors. After being repeatedly shocked by Li Xuanba's shocking inner thoughts, his face turning pale, Li Shimin consulted with his twin brother. "Xuan, do you know that if you concentrate even a little, I can hear what you're saying? Can you please stop concentrating? I don't want to hear it." Li Xuanba, the frail and renowned young man, said, "I won't. If you're dissatisfied, say it." Li Shimin, who was physically healthy but lacked Li Xuanba's mental strength, exerted all his strength, his face turning purple, before finally uttering a single word. [Ah! ! ! !] Li Xuanba nearly fainted from laughter. In his previous life, Li Xuanba was the editor of a historical marketing account specifically targeting Li Shimin for publicity. One day, he died suddenly from staying up all night. He was reborn as Li Shimin's sickly twin brother, who was portrayed as the brave Xiang Yu in Li Shimin's novel, but who actually died at the age of sixteen. Li Xuanba: Oh no, karma. Li Xuanba: Forget it, I'm just giving up. Li Xuanba: Brother, I'll tell you whatever spoilers you want! Li Shimin frowned: "I don't want to hear anything!!" Years later, Li Shimin donned the dragon robe, his hands stained with blood. Li Xuanba was still sick, but still alive. One day, after scolding Wei Zheng, Li Xuanba fell to the ground and pretended to faint. Li Shimin, just like when they were children, picked up his brother and ran away. [Hahaha, brother, didn't you see how distorted Wei Zheng's face was!] [Shut up!] [Congratulations, brother, you can finally say two words, hehe.] Li Shimin once again showed a headache, carrying his troublesome brother on his back, step by step forward. Note: This article is based on official history. Emperor Yang of Sui and Li Jiancheng were not forgotten emperors. There were palace intrigues, fratricide, and fratricide between brothers and fathers. It's just that at every step of Li Shimin's life, there was always Li Xuanba nagging him. If you don't agree, please don't read. Don't argue with me. Please choose the author you like. Theme: I wish for all people to have enough food and clothing, and I want peace and prosperity for all.

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."