On the continent of Faerun, beyond the familiar metallic dragons, chromatic dragons, and the rare gem dragons, there exists a fourth, diverse group of true dragons. These were once the true rulers of Faerun, the shining light of the true dragons... Now, they have fallen to a point where even their survival is at risk, completely fading from the sight of Faerun's major races. The five subspecies can only cling to the wings of the Supreme Dragon, even their different factions closely uniting for warmth, struggling to survive under the malicious gaze of Faerun's two most renowned dragon gods. These are the ferrous dragons. This story begins with a tiny iron dragon cub from the ferrous dragon family.

(dark, no system, the protagonist is the author's ideal self, multiple female leads, not for those who dislike this) Ten thousand years ago, the so-called Orthodox Path planted a single Dharma Tree and reversed the spiritual veins, violently remade its foundations. From then on, the world was cleaved into two realms:

The Land of Flourishing Dharma: Where flowers bloom daily, fruits ripen constantly, and golden jade forms its pavilions.

The Land of Ending Dharma:Where the rites of the state turn ominous, disasters run rampant, and you are now the honored one.

The Unorthodox Cultivators cultivated... wandered... , , , , the Seven Dharma Gates... among them the Seventh Yellow Group, seeking beauty and joy, overseeing governance and decline, either at the factories of Duzheng Peak or before the Hand of Empress Yuehai, yet they guarded upon the ground.

This is the distant world of Toril. The vast, ethereal winds of the universe drift down from the seven heavens, sweeping across the Prime Plane, where mortals dwell, before ultimately merging into the immutable Elemental Planes. And the River Styx, even more ancient than the ancient, flows through Baator and the Abyss in the lower planes, its source unknown, its destination unknown. West of Toril lies the continent of Faerun, where the gaze of the gods converges. In this land, heroes write epic tales of sword and magic, kings forge power with iron and blood. The dice of fate have been cast, and the gods await the answer. Our story takes place on the Sword Coast, nestled on the western shores of the Sea of ​​Swords, south of Waterdeep. Our story begins with a stranger.

Popular version: This is a story about a DND enthusiast, Baldur's Gate, and Auto Chess fan, who travels through time with a plug-in he wrote.

[Dungeons & Dragons x Elden Circle, Souls of All Souls, Sword & Magic, Fantastic Adventure] Riggs is a hardcore Souls gamer. For several years, he's spent all his free time playing the new Souls game, Elden Circle. Until one day, he was transported to another world. But it wasn't the longed-for Nimgfu, but a completely unfamiliar city: Baldur's Gate. The good news: he'd awakened the [Circle System]. The bad news: he only had the Circle System, not a true Faded. This meant he didn't have immortality. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that the [Circle System] had given him access to a completely different power system from this world. While others, limited by their professions, could only develop in one direction, multitasking and making trade-offs, he, relying on his own skill build, became a master of everything...

[Warhammer 40k][Rogue Trader][A small portion of Warhammer] Lin Feng was originally just an ordinary office worker, accidentally captured by yellow-skinned soldiers on his way home from get off work and made a scapegoat. However, unlike other miserable soldiers, he has an entire family of Rogue Traders behind him.

Gao Jianuo had no idea how a herbalist apprentice like him ended up as a mercenary in Southshore. Perhaps it was because he had heard the bard say, "Life is not just about goblins in front of you, but also about dragons and the distant future."

The Farallo continent is a world where religion reigns supreme. The mortals here are accustomed to praying to the gods they believe in for their holy names and blessings. Gao Jianuo's view on this is that materialists lose only one god, but gain all gods, saints, angels, Titans, elementals, demons...

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Keywords: pretending to be DND, holy name, blessing, prophecy, adventure, pharmacist, blood elf, arcane, church, guild, pagan, plane

The heavens shone brightly, and the era of the gods' rule came to an end. Without the gods' protection, humanity, faced with a great crisis, dug up the gods' tombs, turned over their bones, and stripped them of their clothing. Using the gods' burial objects, they eventually built their own civilization. But as greed grew, the day of judgment would eventually arrive. Humanity would ultimately be destroyed by the fire of its own greed.

Mysterious resurrection, the world is like a prison.

This world needs a great emperor to lead humanity to victory. — Black Emperor Chen Shoushan.

[Mysterious Resurrection Fanfiction, the protagonist's ability comes from the lawyer path of the Lord of Mysteries. 】

The book is also known as: [Soldier Assault: Blue Army Whetstone], [I am the best at dealing with old A mentality! ]

It is said that the Blue Army is the whetstone of the Red Army, but among the thousands of Red Army soldiers, there is an exception.

It is the opposite of Tiangang.

From a company that was about to be reorganized and disappear, it counterattacked and became the whetstone of the Blue Army that made the Blue Army tremble in fear.

It is just--

The 7th Steel Company of the 702nd Mechanized Infantry Regiment of the 84th Group Army of the People's Liberation Army of China.