[Dungeon Advent + Rebellion + DND + Decisive Killing + Slow Pace + Non-Brainless Coolness] In the Dungeon Age, should the Paladin be the lawful, holy light, good guy?
Lingkong accidentally maxed out his Rebellion skills: Purification turned into Silence, and Shield became an offensive buff. The priest was stunned when he saw it: "Are you a Paladin?"
His actions caused the adventurers to collectively break down:
"Where is the fairness, where is the oath?!" "Is the sacred declaration just a disclaimer for you?!"
"I have to go back and check the family tree to see if he is the assassin or I am the assassin."
When the virtual beta instantly turns into a real time travel, watch the Rebel Paladin tear down the "stereotype" - does the Paladin have to be fair? Sorry, even his sneak attacks have to be combined with invisibility.
Arthur Thorne rose from his throne of brass, corpses, and pipes, donning a crown forged from alchemy, steam, and blood, and taking up the scythe entwined with fate. He looked up. The twinkling stars in the sky were all enemies. But before that... Arthur Thorne, newly transported, faced a grave problem: how to hollow out his body and survive when alchemy, medicine, and conventional supernatural powers proved ineffective.
In 1883, on the blood-and-fire western frontier, the Dutton family embarked on a westward journey: veteran James protected his family, rebellious daughter Elsa sought freedom, and precocious teenager Tom tamed the fierce green mule "Loach," struggling to survive amidst bandit raids and the desolate wilderness. Armed with covered wagons and lever-action rifles, they enforced an ironclad law between gallows-lined towns and vast grasslands: tame the wilderness or be devoured by it.
Hybrids, dragon kings...
On the cold ice field, there are groups of deadpools, crawling like they are about to see the throne.
——Ikari Shinji opened his eyes again.
This is no longer the North Pole, and there is no school called Kassel here.
This is the third New Tokyo City in Japan.
EVA, Asuka, Ayanami Rei, Neon Genesis Evangelion...
"An alchemist who can't cook doesn't make a good cult leader."
Traveling through another world with the [Forge of Destiny], Horn discovered that this world was even crazier than he had imagined.
The high sun has been split, the gods who judged history have gone away, monsters breed in the shadows, and malice comes from beyond the world.
Esotericism, Apprentice, Strange Objects, Dream World, Secret History, Worms, Si Chen.
Eight principles, seven marks, invisible secrets, great knowledge, the path to ascension.
At first, Horn just wanted to save his life, until -
You burned [forbidden knowledge] and gained [multifaceted teachings]
You transformed the [Flesh and Blood Altar] and obtained the [Biological Energy Engine]
[You cooked [Piercing Toxin] and gained [Poison Immunity]]
You rebuilt the [Abandoned Castle],...
Not a fantasy/mystery fanfiction... purely an urban entertainment story... Mystery/mystery cheat + rebirth in the Chinese entertainment industry (no magic urban world). In his previous life, he transmigrated to the world of mystery/mystery, endured countless hardships to become a Sequence 5 Dream Walker, but died unexpectedly due to his recklessness. He was reborn in a parallel universe in 2010 at the Beijing Film Academy's Directing Department, starting as a Sequence 9 audience member and retracing his divine path. When the power of mystery/mystery appears in a magic-free entertainment industry, it's an absolute dimensional reduction attack! Extraordinary observation skills, mental acuity, mind reading, psychological suggestion... step by step, he erodes the collective subconscious of 7 billion people worldwide, building a fantastical cultural empire (Chaotic Sea) through movies, music, games, news, and the internet, becoming the sole source of spiritual nourishment for humanity. Ultimately, he ascends to the level of a visionary, becoming the only god on Earth! (Advancement does not require magic potions; conditions have been modified.)
The first thing Costa Ries did after transmigrating was to top the police department's wanted list. Worse still, the "Tribunal," the supernatural organization the original owner had served, planned to eliminate him as a legacy issue. Fortunately, he possessed the ability to continuously level up by fulfilling contracts, and a reliable, wealthy female teammate. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted long in this godforsaken place. ...New Lund, the steam-powered capital of the Beside Empire, a metropolis where progress and decadence coexist. Here, if you don't want to become a subject of astral magic experiments or raw material for bio-alchemy, it's best to stay away from the unlit streets at night.
Minotaur Louis wants to be an adventurer. The trouble is, as a monster burning with bestial rage, no normal team will accept him. Fortunately, the world outside of "normal" is not lacking in adventurous spirit. Minotaur monks, hobgoblin priests, pixie rangers, demon paladins... Gradually, a somewhat strange adventuring team is formed. ———————"Wait, so you, a minotaur, can leap onto rooftops with a single leap?" "Fuck, you look down on monks, right? Take my stunning punch!" (Although some settings are referenced from Dungeon & Dragons, there are many modifications, and it basically does not follow the rules. So please treat it as a normal fantasy story)
The Outland God Anaric has many names. It is the evil god recognized by the secular world, the polluter of the world, the corrupter of souls, the invisible and intangible darkness and the end, leading everything to the end of collapse and extinction. The last time Anaric came to reality, all babies born within eleven years had no self-awareness, and only deformed bodies continued to devour and excrete endlessly.
However, believers who worship it claim that Anaric is the true god, the only god who has no origin and is not created, and has always existed. The gods that are widely worshipped today are nothing more than demons born from the breath of the true gods. To believe in them is to destroy the freedom of one's own soul.
Cesar doesn't know which is true and which is false, but Anaric's path has been like a bone-eating poison, filling his soul with madness. It is forcing him to step into the fate of the shadow of the evil god step by step.
Corruption is spreading, madness is spreading in people's hearts, religious disputes have set off wars of unprecedented intensity and scale, and various races are slaughtering each other with fanatical emotions, causing war, looting, plague, famine and death all over the world, and giving birth to more and more twisted evil things.
Who can be the savior? Anyone can, but he definitely can't.
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.