When he was on the verge of death, he not only awakened the proficiency panel, but also found that he could deduce all laws with his experience. Others practiced for three years and got stuck in the bottleneck, but he worked hard for three days to break through the knight level! The wizard apprentice meditated and vomited blood, but he ate hot pot and sang songs, and solved the problems that troubled everyone! Starting from the wizard tower in the dark forest, he condensed the spell model with his left hand to smash the powerful enemy, and swung the heavy sword with his right hand to cut the way forward. While others were still scheming for a little resource, Rogge's eyes were already cast on the endless planes beyond the stars. With proficiency as firewood and the soul of the liver emperor as the fire, he was going to work hard in this strange wizard world to get his own immortal throne! "Who said knights can't make fireballs? Who said wizards can't withstand forbidden spells? I will work hard to the peak!" Also known as: "The Wizard: I Want to Work Hard Through All Worlds"

This is a story about a Nord barbarian who meets an ambitious man. Emhyr: To stop the white frost, I must conquer the whole world! Arthur: Come on, you can't even take down Cintra. Vilgefortz: If I get the Ancient Blood, I will be the king of all worlds! Arthur: If you want to use magic, then use magic. If you want to practice stick fighting, then practice stick fighting. You always like to mix them up. It's a miracle that you can still live today. Islinne: The world will die in the frost, and only the elves will be reborn... Arthur: The most annoying thing is you guys who pretend to be gods. Look at the sticks!

Rune, a mediocre wizarding apprentice whose future hangs in the balance, suddenly finds himself transported to another world… “Transportation by horse? Duels by sword?” “So-called noble knights… are nothing more than a bunch of muscular, weak-willed brutes?” A sly smile crept across Rune’s lips. “In the wizarding world, you call me apprentice, and I won’t argue…” “But in this ignorant Middle Ages, what should you call me?”

Mission: Exterminate the goblin tribe and rescue the female knight, Ereshkigal. Difficulty: High. Scale: City-state level. Current success rate: 0%. Base reward: 2 Intelligence attribute. Hint: Additional rewards are given if the success rate exceeds 100%. The higher the success rate, the richer the rewards. ... Marvin looked at the mission panel and decisively refused: "Don't tell me about the most beautiful girl in Baldur's Gate, the duke's daughter, or the chosen one of Losanda. I won't even attempt this mission unless the success rate is at least 300%." ​​"In this world of legends, chosen ones, and conspiracies and accidents, one must be cautious." "What? You're asking why I need to bring ten sixth-level scrolls, five bottles of highly potent arcane potions, and two adamantite golem guards just to gather herbs?" "I'm a mage. It's perfectly normal to be well-prepared for missions..."

[DND] [Baldur's Gate] [Warlock] [Goddess of Magic's Chosen] A group-playing enthusiast named Levi encounters a dump truck and wakes up in Baldur's Gate—starting with 1 health! He's a Warlock! The system is frantically popping up reminders for quests! "Is this traversal level hellish?!" Even more outrageous—his clan leader is a swordswoman who can transform into a silver-haired beauty, and the Goddess of Magic is secretly giving him private goods. While other Warlocks rely on their clan leaders for survival, he's constantly being "trained" by both the clan leader and the Goddess. In the land of Faerun, ruled by dice girls, he uses his charm level 16 to talk down NPCs and his magic to change fates. But he always fails miserably on Dexterity checks! He can dodge a giant axe, but not a priestess. When the DND meme becomes reality—"DM! Why is this Warlock so good at fighting, healing, and flirting?!" "Because... he's truly God's Chosen!" Welcome...

"Hey, picking a bard for a roleplay? Are you sure? Isn't that just a mascot who plays the piano, buffs things, and flirts with girls?" "Well, it depends on who you're playing as. Ordinary bards are like that." "What else?" "What if my roleplay is Li Bai?" "...poetry, wine, swordsmanship, and chivalry?" "That's right! You need his talent, his swordsmanship, and even more so, that heroic and unrestrained spirit of 'I was born to be useful, and even if I lose all my money, I'll get it back!'" Upon waking, roleplay player Rorschach discovered he had traveled to a world of swords and sorcery with his newly created [Bard Li Bai] character card. Dragons roared, elves whispered, dwarves forged swords, and arcane magic flashed. And he, a bard supposedly at the bottom of the adventurer's contempt hierarchy, discovered that his poetry could be transformed into magic, and drinking could restore...

Good news, you've traveled through time. Bad news, you've traveled to Azeroth, a world where the undead are as numerous as dogs and demons roam everywhere. Good news, you're in Stormwind City, 18 years after the Black Gate, where the undead are still far away. Bad news, you're a starving refugee in the Western Wilds. Good news, you still have a kitchen knife, which makes you a little stronger than Brother Chongba's starter. Bad news, the howling of gnolls can be heard all around. Good news, in Stormwind City not far away, there's a black dragon sister whose thighs you can hug. Bad news, how to make her not spit out a mouthful of dragon fire on you first. This chapter of the book ends.

[A fantasy world, with a touch of Dungeon Hunters, a slow-paced adventure, featuring both magic and martial arts] Upon arriving in a fantasy world, Annan gained a stat panel. By practicing his skills and slaying monsters, he would become increasingly powerful. He had imagined that in this era of monster influx and the resurgence of evil, he would embark on a legitimate adventure of defeating dragons, slaying demons, and exploring dungeons in search of the truth. However, after accidentally killing a goblin of some unusual species, Annan discovered his reward-farming buddy... "You have killed 10 dragon-type goblins, earning the proficiency titles 'Goblin Hunter' and 'Dragon Hunter'." 'Dragon Hunter': You have slain at least 10 dragon-type monsters, granting you the [Armor Break] and [Critical Attack] effects against dragon-type monsters. [Armor Break]: Your attacks are more effective at breaking through tough dragon scales. [Critical Attack]: Your...

(In the early and middle stages, you will be in the Alliance, with two identities, and a semi-dark style. In the later stages, when you have strength, you will become a pure dark style.)

Zhao Feng, who was thrown into another world by a dump truck on a rainy night, became the most humble ant in the Pokémon world - a sixteen-year-old orphan. His only asset was a shabby house that even caterpillars were unwilling to live in.

While his peers were basking in the spotlight at the gym, he clutched an expired sandwich from the convenience store, peeking at the dazzling world at the junction of neon lights and shadows.

Until the blood words appeared on the retina: [Elf Hunter System Activated]

The first mission made his pupils tremble - stealing the elves from Dr. Li Xiang's research institute.

A ghost hunter at the top of the Dark Web's bounty list, a faceless VIP at the black market auction house, a forever blurred silhouette on the Alliance's wanted list... Zhao Feng danced on the tightrope. A Charizard burned through half the black market, carving a bloody path for him, a giant black Beedrill piercing the Stalker's throat...

Under the bloody dawn, the boy and his "stolen" elves tear apart the hypocritical utopia.

But the hunter will eventually understand that all the gifts of fate have already been marked with a price tag the moment the Poké Ball is snapped.

Transmigrator Su Tong recently discovered many people's secrets. Her classmate, a loser, is the world's largest monster; the young master of her employer's family, who works as a cook, is an eternally burning pupil magician; her online friend is actually a rich young lady in real life… As for her roommate in their cramped apartment, she is Jormungandr, the Dragon King Jormungandr! Fortunately, she is no ordinary person either, having acquired the profession [Soul Shaper], with the following talents: [Death Premonition]: Sensing those who are about to die within a 50-meter radius, in the form of a countdown. [Resurrection]: Killed lives will revive in the form of mournful servants, obeying your commands. On a night of relentless torrential rain, the fallen undead horde ignited with purple death flames, rising as an army of corpses, charging towards the one-eyed deity on the back of the eight-legged steed, causing the deity to tremble in fear! Starting with the [Soul Shaper], she begins the [Sword…]