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)

In Waterdeep in 1372, Lion awakened in the body of a deceased orphan. Fortunately, he possessed not only a built-in system panel but also a unique summoning cheat. He could use the "concepts" he had acquired through various means to summon the projections of powerful beings from other dimensions into Faerun. [Slaughter] and [Survival] summoned the white-haired Witcher, who walked the line between man and monster. [Holy Light] and [Faith] summoned the Lightbringer, wielding the Hammer of Holy Light and representing faith and glory. [Dictatorship] and [Hope] summoned the unyielding monarch clad in power armor, shouldering the future of the human empire. As the Spider Queen, lurking underground, gazed upon the throne, and the goddesses of the night plotted to overthrow him, Lion and the powerful beings from other dimensions behind him would become the greatest variables! Unfortunately, at the very beginning, his...

[Refreshing article + brain-burning + reversal + slow-burning + battle of wits + high energy throughout]

When people all over the world are "kidnapped" into prison and forced to participate in the death game.

In this game, only the winner is qualified to survive.

Su Yang gets the talent at the beginning - recognize the thief as his father.

[Recognize the thief as his father: after activation, let other "players" call "Su Yang" dad, and you can control his actions]

But because the verification failed when he descended into the cage, the talent mutated.

Get the only talent - fraud!

[Fraud: As long as half of the players believe the lie, it will come true! ]

And the first death game is the Liar Tavern. Su Yang relies on his talent to tease the rules and deceive the gods!

"In this death game dominated by the gods, I am the real god."

Boarding the fraud...

The starry sky mecha is as powerful as a dragon, and the gods and demons in the abyss are whispering and roaring.

In this era of collision between new techniques and old techniques, technology and divine power, Lu Yuan stumbled into the world with an attribute panel that allowed unlimited job changes.

"Occupation [Martial Arts Grandmaster] + material [Heart of the Nine-Headed Dragon of the Abyss], can be advanced and transferred to [Darkfall Dragon Sect]...."

Lu Yuan looked at his hands that were gradually covered with black scales, the black hair behind his back fluttered wildly without wind, his scarlet eyes stared at the humanoid mechanical body flying across the night sky like a shooting star, and whispered to himself with a smile: " Now...I should be able to tear apart mechas with my hands..."

In 1785, in order to open up the vast wilderness in the west of North America, the independent American Federation passed two bills that shocked the Old World: One is the "Opening Act" - do you want land? Come to North America. As long as you can afford it or can cultivate it for five consecutive years, the corresponding area of ​​land in the West will belong to you forever! The other is the "Autonomy Act" - do you want to build your own home? Come to North America. If you can attract enough residents to live in the West, you can establish a new state and county there. The managers here will be selected by you, and the laws here will be made by you! Speculators, ambitious people, fugitives, gold diggers, heretics and believers, old nobles and new capital, and more ordinary people with dreams, all with different purposes, rushed here from the Old World, wanting to start a different life and future. Steam, guns, gunpowder, cowboys,

gangsters and bounty hunters, immigrants and natives, churches and "degenerates",

people outside the sight of civilized society began a new round of barbaric growth,

and... the law of the jungle.

The extraordinary people are of course no exception.

"I am the master of money and wine, the controller of guns and gunpowder, the creator of violence and order, the protector of all gangsters, conspirators, liars, and villains. I am the source of evil, the beginning of chaos, the end of destruction, the end of destruction. All crowns gather on my head, all oceans and monsoons are surging for me, and everyone is calling my name, the King of the North Sea." Bowler hat, stand-up collar windbreaker, rapid-fire gun, prohibition, witchcraft, real name, worship of old gods, this is an era of civilization and chaos. Luen traveled through time and became the only bloodline of the family. He lit a match in the endless undercurrent and ignited the last embers. "My name is Ethan Pauletta, and I will recast the name of my family."

The ancient power is about to revive, and the silent undead spread from the underground...

The undead spread, and the crisis lurked in the night.

The memory of the time traveler revives and becomes one with the soul of the deceased.

I am a lonely knight and a watcher in the night.

Under the sky, I am the knight of perseverance.

In the world of demon hunting, demons are spreading, and I am a lonely demon hunter.

When evil comes and natural disasters arise, I am the savior of all.

The ancient gods are angry and the world is desolate. I am the glorious god-killer.

The infinite world and the endless journey begin here.

People cannot live without faith.

But here, faith became a tool for the nobles to exploit the common people.

Corleone came into this world, accompanied only by a ball of light that could give birth to the commandments.

His enemies say he is a demon who harvests souls in the name of faith.

His followers say he is the Father who brings truth and liberates souls.

At first, Corleone just wanted to have a safe and free home in this turbulent and dangerous world.

【High-level martial arts + cosmic backdrop + system panel + no romance + ruthless + non-cliché power fantasy】

“Li Qingshan, Mizong Step usually takes at least two years to master... What? You achieved mastery in a month?”

“Nine Heavens Thunderwind Blade is an A-rank martial art. It’s extremely difficult to even begin—it requires both Thunderclap Blade and Shadowwind Blade to be fully mastered as prerequisites... Wait, you've already started practicing it?”

“Body Tempering Stage Ten only allows movement speed of 50 m/s and maximum punching force of 10 tons. Li Qingshan, how do you dare fight a mech one-on-one? …You’ve already won?”

“Li Qingshan, your talent is unparalleled—but your cultivation time is far too short. There’s no need to go head-to-head with those ancient eldritch gods!”

“Talent? You’re wrong. I never had talent. Every bit of my strength comes from relentless cultivation, one step at a time.”

Li Qingshan sat cross-legged beneath the starry sky, gazing calmly at the swarm of ancient evil gods sweeping in from beyond the galaxy.

“You come from time immemorial... but can you withstand my cultivation of millions of years?”

He closed his eyes.

Within the Martial Dao Space, he devoted millions of years to training, untouched by fatigue.

When he opened them again, his cold gaze cut across the stars...

In an era of interstellar expansion, alien beasts rampage and ancient evil gods loom.

Martial arts has sparked a new evolutionary craze. Mechs and battleships dominate the cosmos, but individual power and collective intellect shine side by side.

Li Qingshan traversed into this world, bringing with him a system panel:

Any technique or skill can be recorded.

No comprehension needed.

No talent required.

No bottlenecks.

As long as he works hard, he gets stronger. Once proven, always proven.

He also possesses a Martial Dao Space, where:

Time is accelerated

Stamina is unlimited

Cultivation never stops

The former top wanderer was reborn as a knight and came to the early years of the disaster. Under the seemingly prosperous scene of La Rochelle, countless undercurrents are hidden. The undead invaded the border, the surrounding big countries were surrounded by powerful enemies, and the kingdom was in chaos... The mountains and rivers were broken and the wind was blowing. In this chaotic world, at the end of the prosperous era, the young knight Cyril brought the future undead queen and drew the knight's sword from the back of the lich with a majestic manner: "Hey, take my righteous backstab!"