A feast of mushrooms led Wang Ming to a fantasy world where the average height of humans is a dozen centimeters. He became the totem god "Mushroom Lord". With his huge body and the material advantages of traveling between the two worlds, he was able to recruit relatives and expand his territory.

The more clans he has, the more diverse the extraordinary mushrooms Wang Ming has.

【信报菇】makes communication smooth and puts information warfare far ahead.

[Dongdong Mushroom] The houses are connected into a cave area, allowing the family to live and work in peace and contentment.

[Yellow Turban] Awaken the Yellow Turban Warrior, and the Mushroom Warrior will win battle after battle...

Numerous extraordinary mushrooms with rich characteristics and their dependents form a unique new ruling system, helping the "Mushroom Master" Wang Ming to control all the races in the other world!

Gentlemen, just look at the fungi coming to the world!

This is a mansion far from the imperial capital, standing beside a perpetually fog-shrouded forest in the north. From afar, it resembles a majestic and magnificent castle, with countless rooms inside. Living in this mansion is none other than Allen Heinmus, the young master of the prestigious Howard family of the Soma Empire. Every morning, he begins with a "peephole."

(3.6 million words, 8,000 average subscriptions. The old book "Monster Hunter: Hunter's Notes" has been completed. It is the second wave of fundamentalist Monster Hunter fan fiction. Welcome to enjoy it~) Teacher: Promise me that you will be honest before you are promoted to two stars. Olang: Okay. Teacher: I know you will use many weapons, so you should first use the one-handed sword to lay a solid foundation and accumulate experience. Olang: Okay. Teacher: In the future, it would be best not to use the katana to charge and slash, the broadsword to kill demons, or the double swords to practice qi and make big spins. That is not appropriate. Oran: Why not?

Tags: D&D essay, Faerûn, Mage Introduction: The paladin pushed open the gates of the mage tower, his voice deafening: "Emia, I've confirmed it, the blueprints are flawed. It's impossible to create the Holy Avenger with them. Don't waste any more time!" "...The blueprints are flawed?" The mage Emia blankly raised the five holy swords in her hand. "Then what is this pile I just created?" ******Second Edition Introduction************ The magic network has been dormant for a century. Mortal souls are gradually falling into the hands of demons, and the cycle of death is about to begin. To cleanse evil, overturn hell, blast through the hazy realm, and let the light of magic and goodness shine once more, a single sword is not enough.

The kingdom's nobles indulge in decadence, the northern barbarians stir, the desert orcs gather strength, pirates roam the seas, and the elves still bask in their former glory. The glory of the gods still shines brightly. Richard travels to this era and becomes a pioneering noble. The wasteland is fraught with danger. He has only the Empire Wind and Cloud System to rely on.

Welcome to Erron, a strange planet where high magic is the norm and iron and runes are woven together.

The sacred covenant made five hundred years ago brought peace, but also gave birth to a strange and bizarre new era.

Magic crystal technology drives the floating city, personal terminals connect all living things, automated factories roar in operation, and the city is the pinnacle of the steel jungle, with clear social classes.

Magic neon lights illuminate the laboratories of the elves' innovative factions, the goblins' financial exchanges, and the succubus's emotional live broadcast rooms.

Loren Gerlis Isaac, a young red dragon who just turned twenty, is facing a life crisis due to the cancellation of subsidies and the decline of by-products.

"It's impossible for me to go to work. I'd rather be an animal in a zoo!"

The industrial development plan of the black-bellied and venomous loli!

Because she died suddenly after listening to a crosstalk, Fran traveled to the magic world and became a glorious nun. But she wanted to start a magic journey, but she became a captive of the goblins.

Other people's journeys are full of adventures and golden fingers? Why is it that I am targeted by various forces?

Since the gods don't love me, the demons don't love me, the human race doesn't care about me, and the elves won't save me, I can only rely on farming! Build a tank! Build a Gundam! Destroy this corrupt and dirty old world!

This world is strange; there are many kings, countless princes, and many, many princesses.

Fairy tales are indeed beautiful, but often it feels like the princes and princesses are all a bit crazy—they fall in love after just one kiss, or click at first sight.

Wait a minute, she's underage. Let's not even talk about the prince, but this princess is underage!

It seems like many of these stories involve marriage before love blossoms, but that's okay; fairy tales are like that—love at first sight is normal.

What else does it mean to say, "I want to play the role of a child, a knight in a fairy tale"?

Aren't they all fairy tales? What's the difference? There shouldn't be any difference, right?

The soldier obtained the tinderbox and the gold coins, and asked the witch to tell him how to use the tinderbox and why he had taken it.

According to the version, the witch didn't tell the soldiers, and then she was killed by them.

The second witch tried to strike first, but the soldier noticed and chopped her down with a single blow.

As a knight, how should you help them in this situation? Uh, help my ass! Both of them are insane!

What's even more ridiculous is that he seems to be right about both of them!

The witch used the soldier to obtain the tinderbox. After the soldier inquired about the tinderbox's use without receiving any information, he killed the witch to protect himself.

Otherwise, if the witch got her hands on the tinderbox, she might use the three dogs inside to attack the soldiers.

But the soldiers took the gold coins, the tinderbox, and killed the witch—they took everything they could.

You want me to manage myself? How am I supposed to manage that? I'm still a knight among children!

There are many similar stories. I feel that they both have a point, but if I were to act as the middleman, I feel that they are both crazy.

Crossing the background of the struggle for Nefergaard and the northern realm, an ordinary knight, Heme has no high status, let alone strong strength. He was not qualified to participate in those noble struggles, let alone have anything to do with those strange things, and looked like cannon fodder under the Great War. But he will still walk out of a road, a road to greatness and glory, he will change the history of the Northern War, he will become the supreme ruler of the North. This is the path of achievement for warlords, this is the path of upward climb. I have a 1.5 million-word novel at the beginning, can rest assured to read. ...

A knight in a fantasy world accidentally inherits the legacy of an immortal cultivator. What kind of story will he experience in the abyss, the lair of demons? ------------------------------------- (This article does not strictly follow the relevant settings of DnD or Pathfinder)