[Superior martial arts skills + Unparalleled valor + Decisive ruthlessness + Die first, talk later]

The entire population awakens, martial arts flourish, but Su Ming awakens the weakest profession: Goblin Chieftain.

The system arrives at the crucial moment: [1 second + 1 goblin]

Class beauty: Su Ming, your profession is too weak; it will only drag us down. You should sacrifice yourself for the class...

"Get off the stage first!"

A classmate demanded: "Su Ming, what are you doing?! Without her, how are we supposed to fight against Class One?!"

"What right do a bunch of good-for-nothings have to question me!"

Eight hundred goblins stepped out from behind Su Ming, their voices shaking the surrounding area!

The school is making things difficult for you: You bully classmates, disrespect teachers, and if you don't apologize, you can forget about staying at our No. 1 High School. Without our support, with your useless profession, you are destined to be at the bottom of the college entrance examination!

Su Ming raised his middle finger, turned and left: "You trash, do you even deserve to be my superior?"

During the college entrance examination, Su Ming stood on the mountaintop, looking back at the million-strong goblin army behind him.

"Fellow tribesmen, the time has come to vindicate us."

The boy gripped his gun, charging ahead, with a million goblins following him to the death.

"Let today's battle make goblins great again!"

...

Years later, Su Ming led billions of goblin cavalry across the deep sky, sweeping across the world.

"You think being a goblin chieftain is a useless profession?"

"Little do people know, there are no useless professions, only useless people."

[For summoners, seeing me is like a frog in a well gazing at the moon in the sky!]

Other professions would be like an ant seeing the blue sky if they saw me!

In 1408, the Timurid Khanate had fallen from its heyday, the Ottoman Empire was on the brink, the Byzantines had remained resilient for a century, and the Mamluks were trembling with fear as they recovered their lost territory. Peace seemed to have returned to the world, temporarily. However, this world was somewhat different from what Li Rufeng remembered—generals with horns, emirs with tails, sages with clairvoyance, and slaves who rotted but remained immortal... Having traveled to the Timurid Khanate, Li Rufeng was grateful for a cheat code for Mount & Blade II, allowing him to steadily advance as a shaman in a small steppe tribe, awaiting the right opportunity to "mount and blade" across this vast Central Asian landscape. [Note: The following appears to be unrelated and likely a separate topic.] Dear readers, I offer you a sincere chapter. Starting a new book is undoubtedly the happiest time, because it's time to dig new holes. This project is a foray into a new genre. My first book was a book-starved adventure, a mishmash of The Witcher set in the Warhammer 40k universe. The second, influenced by Cyberpunk 2077 and The Boys, aims to be a Punisher-esque story. If you're interested, check out the author's other works, "The Witcher of Games" and "I Give the World Destruction and Rebirth," on QD. This third book, "On a Young Dream," is inspired by a fictional scenario about the Roman Golden Horde posted on Bilibili. The early scenes will be set in the chaotic Timurid Empire following the death of Tamerlane the Great. Writing this story has been a self-learning exercise. Through this alternate history, I've been actively exploring the historical transformations of the Arabian Peninsula, Transoxiana, and even Central Asia from 1410 to 1500, filling in gaps in my knowledge. As for the introduction of the Faith of the Four Winds, it's purely a matter of personal interest. Some Warhammer experts have suggested that the Four Winds' name suggests a Warhammer origin, likely referring to a 40k short story describing the sudden rise of Chaos faith in a savage world. After all, introducing a completely new faith into a land already riven by religious conflict couldn't be worse, could it? Moreover, this faith carries with it truly transcendent power. How would those zealots who fought for Constantinople for centuries react? Creating a captivating, or at least intriguing, world through my keyboard is a deeply rewarding experience, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. P.S.: Finally, due to my own limitations and lack of accurate documentation, if anyone finds any historical errors in this article, please point them out and I'll promptly correct them. P.S.: The historical Turkification of the Timurid Khanate was very thorough, so the tribes I described earlier that still believed in the primitive belief of Eternal Sky probably don't exist. However, for the convenience of the subsequent plot development, I will assume that the Islamization of the Chagatai Khanate was not that serious, and that a large number of Mongol people in the Eastern Chagatai Khanate still retained respect for this primitive belief. P.S.: New books are not easy to write. If you are interested, please cast your valuable votes and feel free to leave a comment in the comment section.

The quiet and peaceful Monster Camp is where the goblins have lived for generations, happily breeding here, living in harmony with the world. Until one day, an adventurer, wielding the Dawn Glaive and with monster heads hanging from his waist, entered, pushing a wooden cartwheel. Sherlock, smiling, declared to the goblins, "Any goblin taller than the cartwheel must die." The goblins responded with a "Gugugugugugu!" (Haha, you fool! How could a goblin be taller than the cartwheel?) Sherlock replied, "If you're all right, let's begin now." With a gentle push, Sherlock leveled the cartwheel. The goblins responded with a "%...&￥%￥!!!" ... [A pseudo-D&N world, slow-paced adventure, featuring both magic and martial arts, and a collection of monster encyclopedias] This book is also known as "The Strongest Adventurer on Earth, a Ruthless Map Pusher," "This Rider..."

New book: The Mantis Devours the Stars

The Swift Shadow Dragon brothers, who rule by trickery, have harmed countless real dragons in their quest to transform into Shadow Dragons.

Dragons will never be slaves, even if you provide them with food and lodging.

Upon waking up, Zhao Guangli's ordinary world has changed. In the era of destruction after the historical fault, the human alliance has been subjected to increasingly fierce demonic invasions. Mages with gunfire, energy and stone monsters flying together, knights armed to the point of godliness fill the world, and two morning stars illuminate the system known as the profession. The lake sirens in the stable zone, dark puppets, death knells, and ghosts in the paintings are wailing behind the curtain... The sacred tree of disaster is in constant fire, the slaughterhouse dismembers everything, the nightmare city devours dreams, and the rebellious soldiers of the kingdom are gnawing at the last line of defense of mankind... The dark cult is wreaking havoc within, and pain dances with the prosperity of the nobles. Zhao Guangli, who has no talent at all, embarked on the path of becoming a hunter one day. "Everyone says that the world is in chaos, but I want to turn the tide."

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.

[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...

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)

Transmigrating to another world, while other adventurers followed the ancient strategy of "warrior tanks, mage deals damage, priest heals," Renn discovered that he could obtain the core talent of every monster he killed, leading to a complete absurdity: the berserker's [Blood Frenzy], honed over ten years, was obtained by slaying a single goblin. The mage's prized [Fireball] was merely a generous donation from a mutated shaman. After slaying the Goblin King, he accidentally acquired the [King's Aura]. By swiping goblins, Renn successfully transformed himself into a well-rounded warrior. Until one day, the Demon King's army besieged the fortress, and the heroes trembled in fear. Amidst the despairing gazes of the crowd, Renn silently pulled out a manual that lit up all the monster icons. "Don't panic." "I'll go to their lair behind the camp and get some magic immunity..."

[Farming + Magic + Action + War]

Levi Norman is the eldest son of the current Duke of Normandy. Because of his laziness, foolishness, and dissolute nature, he was exiled by his father to the poor and remote region of Gelland after he came of age.

Barren land, impoverished people, dilapidated cities, weak soldiers, rampant bandits, and the watchful eyes of powerful neighbors.

Having transmigrated, Li Wei only had a few dozen guards who were also abandoned, and he faced numerous difficulties.

...

"Lord Rexxar, you only have one main task! That is to make money for me! Make money! And make more money!"

"Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it!"

"War, what a fascinating yet cruel word! It makes the losers lose everything! It gives the victors everything! Power! Wealth! Fame!"

"Elite? I'll take on the elite! Bring the Meteorite Tribe's magic cannons and blast them to smithereens!"

"I may not be a saint, but I just want the people who follow me to live a decent life! What a load of bull, slavery! Bah!"

...

Beneath the empire's calm surface, undercurrents surged; driven by ambition, various nobles were eager to make their move.

Dwarves, elves, snake people, sea creatures, and monsters!

Powerful magic, formidable combat skills, mysterious traditions, and devout believers.

A hundred races coexist, a life-or-death battle, an epic of magic!