Game Fan Fiction [Monster Hunter World] + [Cyberpunk Edgewalker + 2077] + [System] + [More New Worlds]

Traveling through two worlds at the same time, Lin Ke loaded a rule-based profession.

Lin Ke in the new world of Monster Hunter World became a [Hunter].

Hunting in the mountains and searching for treasures in the dense forests.

Specialty mushrooms, emerald durian, dinosaur tail meat, herbivorous dragon chest and abdomen meat, elk white liver, coral abalone... The rich and colorful top-quality ingredients in the New World are treasures that all foodies dream of.

Lin Ke in Cyberpunk Night City became a [Chef].

Make a fire to cook soup, roast meat and stew.

In the high-tech, low-life cyber metropolis, there are synthetic steaks squeezed from crickets, blended milk made from cockroach protein, and even the daily water is "fake".

Faced with such high-tech ingredients, the chef has no choice but to say loudly: No!

I unexpectedly traveled to the late Eastern Han Dynasty, but... why is this so different from the history books? Back then, the Han Dynasty was a land of galloping horses and cavalry on the grasslands, haunted by ghostly figures at midnight; serpent monsters lurked in deep pools, and fox spirits roamed the mountains; powerful families monopolized magic, and the Han emperor and princes transformed into dragons. Ten thousand demons, all carrying Han Dynasty green cards, proclaimed how powerful their empire was. Millions of people donned yellow turbans, wielding thunder and lightning, calling themselves the Thunder Warriors of the Yellow Heaven, and establishing thirty-six war generals across the nine provinces to lead the Yellow Turban Rebellion. From the Taihang Mountains to the seven commanderies of Jingzhou, they caused rivers to boil, destroyed cities, and set the empire ablaze. I wonder if half of the war generals will betray the Yellow Heaven someday. Okay, a little strange is a little strange, but... why are all these renowned figures from the late Han and Three Kingdoms periods all women?

【National Offering】【Reborn into the Unspeakable】【National Destiny】【Evil God】【Decisive Killing】【No Female Protagonist】

When he woke up, Lin Ye became an indescribable evil god.

I thought that the life of a god would be bleak from now on, and I could only count tentacles to play with.

Then the Chinese officials came to the door and said, "Sir, we have something to discuss. We have something 'strange' that we can't handle. Could you help me 'eat' it?"

When Lin Ye took a look, he was surprised to see that they were all S-level monsters that would terrify people!

The sweet "Endless Sorrow"; the jelly-flavored "Deep Corridor"; the sweet "Corroded Rust"...

So, Lin Ye's daily life became: stretching his tentacles, eating weird food, and occasionally complaining about the taste of today's "takeout".

The special agent from the Abnormal Control Bureau gave me after-sales research every day: "Do you think this source of the curse suits your taste? Would you like to have a meal with that Mirror Monster?"

The world is experiencing a strange recovery, while other countries are struggling on the line between life and death.

Lin Ye, however, is enjoying the national-level "feeding" service in China and is living a happy life.

Until that day, North America's man-made gods lost control...

The call went straight to the Alien Management Bureau: "Brother Long, help! We can't hold this thing anymore!"

Lin Ye wiped his non-existent mouth: "Oh? New takeout... pick it up yourself??"

[Warhammer + System + Decisive Killing + Infinite Evolution + No Female Lead]

"The Emperor created twenty radiant demigod Primarchs to conquer the daylight of the galaxy."

“And Makado, in order to protect that unspeakable darkness, created Wiz in the deepest part of the laboratory.”

...

Traveling through Warhammer 30,000, he becomes the most dangerous secret experiment of the Imperial Chancellor Macard, the "Prototype Zero" of the Maerorus Guild.

Wiz has no soul, no sense of pain, only a perfect killing body fused with unknown genes and yearning for flesh and blood.

And, a **[Devouring Evolution System]** from the void.

In this despairing universe filled with bombs, chainswords, and warp demons, Wiz doesn't need power armor because his skin is harder than adamantite; he doesn't need bolters because his bone spikes can pierce through Titans.

[Devour]:

Devour the Orc warlord alive—gain [Cell Regeneration] and [Infinite Strength]!

Prey on the Eldar Prophet—Gain [Time Warning] and [Faster Light Nerves]!

Chewing on the Great Demon Nurgle grants [Conceptual-level Plague Immunity] and [Immortality]!

...

At the end of the Great Crusade, the Horus Rebellion broke out, and the galaxy burned.

As the traitorous warlord Horus raised his claws, ready to kill Saint Gilles, the shadows suddenly stirred.

A claw covered in a void carapace caught Horus's heavy blow.

Wiz grinned, revealing fangs, and looked at the shocked Primarchs before him, letting out a hoarse, greedy whisper:

“Praise the Emperor… What a sumptuous buffet this is.”

"This city is fueled by people's broken spirits, shattered dreams, and the blood and sweat of the people... I don't want to be a cog, and I don't believe roses can bloom on circuit boards."

Damn, who would like such a world?

The crosshairs can't appear in the mind, and the prosthesis can't be installed at will.

But fortunately, there are still gold fingers...

I don't want to be a legend, nor do I plan to do something big. Roll just wants to guard his own little piece of land and live a good life, but why the hell are you forcing me?

So now--

"It's time to show everyone who is the real legend!"

"Adam's Hammer? What a powerful prosthesis, but luckily my body is not bad! Come and touch it! I'll let you know what a yellow-skinned athlete is!"

"Let's choose the color of the nuclear bomb to blow up the Arasaka Tower. Oh, how about pink?"

Wayne, a time traveler, traveled to Nostramo in the Warhammer universe and became a powerful aristocratic capitalist. He was thinking that his life would just go on like this when the Primarch's cultivation chamber fell from the sky, smashed through Wayne's adamantine barrier, and appeared in the factory. At this time, Wayne knew that his chance to adopt the Primarch had come.

In the distant, dark end of the 41st Millennium, the galaxy has long since fallen apart. The Warp's active influence has left the human empire scrambling to cope. Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's 13th Black Crusade threatens to utterly destroy Cartier, and the tide of Chaos will ultimately tear the galaxy apart. And on this very day, a traveler from another world descends upon this one. Unlike the other travelers, he doesn't cry like a stubbed toe. This human, muscular as an Astartes and clad in unique power armor, gazes upon the demon-stricken battlefield. Without a word, he unleashes the blades on his wrists. A powerful melody fills his surroundings, and his journey to slaughter demons in another world begins. [Doom Slayer] That's his title, or you can call him that. [DOOM] "Which one...

After the failure of the Horus Heresy, the Chaos Legions retreated into the Eye of Terror. Among them, the Iron Warriors Legion's quickly raised troops, Peter and his brothers, broke away from the Legion and formed their own warband, the "Forged in Steel" Brothers.

"We are no longer 'hasty recruits,' no longer expendable, no longer Iron Warriors, no longer slaves to Perturabo. We are now the 'Forged in Steel' Brothers."

"And this is my battle axe, 'The Blood of Crassus.' The Blood of Crassus will have its vengeance.

A perfectly normal tale of a cheerful Greenskin’s adventures in the Warhammer 40K universe.

- Their meks are too tiny—can’t even compare to Gorkamorka’s Fist or a proper Stompa.

- Their way of pickin’ bosses is stupid. Too much talkin’! Why not just WAAAGH! and krump the biggest git?

- And why dey always workin’ and fightin’ over dumb stuff? ORKS IZ FREE! We fight, we laugh, we WAAAGH!—dat’s da good life!

Tags: [Ork Logic] [Bigger = Better] [WAAAGH!-Fuelled Plot Armor] [Reality? Optional]

The apocalypse is coming, and roommates offer sacrifices to heaven.

When the fog falls, the Book of Blood Spirit appears in the hands of all survivors, and only the contracted monsters can survive.

Su Han turned his attention to the mutated and twisted roommate next door, and silently took out a shiny fruit knife...

The ferocious flesh corpse, the giant spider with cracks, the eyeball covering the city, the palm monster with one eye and sharp teeth...

Civilization has fallen, cities are broken, and all humans have become meat in the mouths of monsters. If you want to survive, there is only one way:

Use monsters against monsters