"What should you be aware of when becoming a Nightstalker at Milton Keep—Adventurer's Camp?" "Three silver coins for a bottle of holy water, rent a rust-free short sword, and... always keep a rational mind." The night outside will devour your brain, the shadows in the fog will silently tear your cloak, and fear will erode your sanity. All you have is the sword in your hand, the remaining holy water in the bottle, and... a strong heart. But these three things are enough to get you through the night. [Slow-paced adventure, Darkest Dungeon-like world, mage, pseudo-D&D]

Don't be the light in the darkness. Unless you want to be torn apart by monsters from above. Everyone knows the Underdark is fraught with danger, but that's no reason to wait for death. It's time for something new. —The story begins with a mushroom-man who leaves the mushroom forest. DND universe, swords and magic, mushroom-men and other strange creatures.

"The Rookie Mage's Journey Against Heaven"

The young man Chen Xuan awakened his magic talent by chance, but his magic was always full of problems in the initial stage, and he was called a "rookie mage" by his peers.

However, a mysterious ruins expedition changed his fate.

In the ruins, he got an ancient magic secret book and a magical wand.

From then on, Chen Xuan embarked on an adventure.

Along the way, he continued to practice and upgrade, and his magic became more and more powerful.

Faced with powerful monsters and evil magicians, he always came up with some strange but amazing ways to deal with them, and also made friends with elves, dwarves, orcs and other fantasy races.

[Western fantasy + multiple female leads + light comedy + Konosuba-like + team adventure + episodic drama]

"I've time-traveled quite a few times."

"As the saying goes, time travelers take turns sitting on the throne, and this year it's my turn. But too many time travelers isn't a good thing. So many time travelers have already come before me, and they've all done what I wanted to do. What do you want me to do?"

"Since things have come to this, I might as well go to the docks and get some fries... What, another big one? Life, can you please leave me alone this time? I just wanted to laze around!"

The lament of Mr. Baal, a mage, speculator, and legendary adventurer's party leader, who was in debt for hundreds of millions and was notorious far and wide, was thus expressed.

His squad members include, but are not limited to:

A melee mage who relies on underhanded tactics because he can't afford spellcasting materials.

A former hero who, lacking the money to buy a sword, practices boxing; who maxes out his cooking skills but still produces disastrous dishes.

The group buff is as fierce as a tiger, but the side effects are devastating – a self-destructing bard.

The only elven archer expelled from the Archers' Guild, every single one of his arrows misses the target.

Baal: "These teammates are poets!"

Kamal looked at the black body of the person in front of him, and the heart was so black that water could flow out. "Open it up." "Uh, Lord Kamal, I just have the flu, isn't that bad?" "No, your heart is broken and needs a new one." Looking at Kamal with a serious face, Coric silently apologized for the patient lying on the operating table, then cut open his chest with a knife. Poof, blood splattered all over the two of them... "Look at you, you have been interning for a month, why haven't you learned the skills of opening up the chest yet?" Coric: "..." This is the story of a man with mediocre magical talent who opened up an alternative wizard upgrade path. Doctor Kamal's skills are really getting more and more bizarre... (with gold fingers but no system, fictional steam background)

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."

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.

A succubus paladin trying to turn over a new leaf. A necromancer with extreme social anxiety who only lets skeletons socialize on his behalf. An orc priest who delves deeply into the realm of life but is very afraid of blood. And I, a traveler who doesn't belong to this world - a great bard. My name is Velen, and I was on the run when I unexpectedly found a diary. I thought it was a classic plot from Dragon Quest, but the god on the other side of the diary... doesn't seem very serious? Record stories and get rewards. Record fun and get more rewards. And our team of scumbags walking on the continent - seems to be the biggest fun in itself? [A worldview with a bit of everything], [Team road adventure], [Semi-diary], [More daily life]

D&D, Western fantasy, Baldur's Gate-like, unconventional paladins, no time travel, Forgotten Realms, anti-hero, Forgotten Realms, sword and sorcery;

No time travel or system!

Paladin's Conquest of Faerûn

Menzoberranzan in the Underdark is not entirely populated by cruel Lolth fanatics and subterranean elves who only know "betrayal for survival and the supremacy of power." Legends have emerged here, and there are also people who regard those legends as taboo idols.

She once overlooked the Underdark from the highest point of Menzoberranzan; she once enjoyed the highest respect in spacious rooms studded with jewels and precious metals; she never looked back when she abandoned all of that.

Basic currency system: 1 Platinum Coin/pp = 10 Gold Coins/gp = 100 Silver Coins/sp = 1000 Copper Coins/cp

The minting techniques and weights of coins may differ from region to region, and may also involve ancient coins.

For convenience, the basic system is used as the standard.

"My name is Roach. I'm not a horse, nor am I a carrot. I

'm currently in pieces (literally), but since I've been put back together, I can be considered alive.

I don't have any special hobbies, nor do I have any special interpersonal relationships. By local standards, even if I'm not illiterate, I can be considered illiterate.

My main daily tasks are fishing, making soup, chopping wood, and feeding horses.

I haven't traveled around the world. You asked me what my main job is? Probably pets.

What are I good at? It seems that I'm not particularly good at anything. If I have to say, it's probably courting death.

If I have to say, I'm quite confident in my appearance because the witch praised me for being cute."

The man, with scars left by healed wounds on his face, smiled like a child as if he had just emerged from a hellish battlefield, and raised the axe in front of him.