Clearing land, farming, leveling deserts, and adding a touch of miracle formula, one incredible miracle after another was created. Roland stumbled upon a stroke of luck, transmigrating into the body of the Duke's eighteenth son. Becoming a pioneering lord, he arrived in the endless desert. Looking at this barren, scorching, bitterly cold, sandstorm-ravaged, and water-scarce sea of ​​sand, Roland smiled. ...Years later, a desert caravan, arriving with camels to replenish their water supply. Good heavens! How did such a vast desert become a wheat oasis? How did these wheat plants grow taller than giants? Why is this hard ground called cement? It turns out it automatically sprays water for cleaning! Why are palm-sized bags called containers? They can hold so much cargo! They saw a volcano called a blast furnace, said to erupt with explosives every time...

In the howling northern wilderness, Louis Calvin wrapped himself in a wolfskin cloak and stood alone on an ice cliff.

As the son of a duke, he was thrown into this permafrost wilderness by his family in the name of "opening up glory".

He thought he was doomed, but he didn't expect the daily intelligence system to be activated:

[Thirty-seven frozen hungry wolves are lurking in the southeast valley and will raid the territory tonight.]

[The corpse of an ancient god will float out of the ice lake at dawn, and the divinity of winter will remain in its heart.]

[The Plantagenet Church will regard you as a blasphemer, and the Holy Flame Knights have embarked on the road to the north]

[The undead frenzy will sweep across the continent, and only one in a million humans will survive.]

...

While the southern nobles were scheming for power, Louis's cavalry had already crushed the barbarian tribes.

The frost dragon roared over the Frost Iron Wall.

Winter has arrived, and this storm will eventually engulf the entire continent.

Yuan Mei traveled to an interstellar era with numerous empires. After much difficulty, she became the chief scientific officer, but three world-destroying natural disasters struck the universe.

After a new life, he not only became a slave in prison, but was also canned?!

Fortunately, he has an [Empire Online] system.

As long as you choose to bind a territory, the facilities inside can not only be continuously upgraded, but you can also choose the direction of evolution:

[Individual Combat Kit LV.1 →...Intelligent Power Armor LV.5 →...Intelligent Combat Array LV.∞]

[Geothermal Generator LV.1 → Transmission Network Plant LV.5 →...Ether Phase Engine LV.∞]

[Frigate LV.1 →...Cruiser LV.5 →...Burning Heavenly Divine Soldier LV.∞]

Unlock different technology trees, continuously upgrade facilities, evolve technology, build fleets, increase influence,...

Having transmigrated into the body of the impoverished noblewoman Wayne Violet, I arrived in the harsh and desolate North with my remaining belongings and a Northern Expedition Order.

The orcs roared across the wilderness, while the imperial nobles watched coldly. Everyone was waiting to see me torn to pieces.

But what they don't know is that I possess the "Multiverse Mall"—money is my power!

He was transported to Warhammer 40k, but Shen Ping didn't cry like a jerk who'd had his toes stepped on.

Because his hanger is a bit too big.

A nascent virtual realm, omnipotent spiritual energy, a rudimentary yet highly efficient wish-granting panel.

"Darkness, despair, and a future where only war remains?"

"Then it's my turn to save everything!"

"To restore humanity's glory is our inescapable duty!"

Starting from this feudal planet, let's stir up the entire universe!

A brief summary: A reality warper from the Foundation world is recruited by yellow-haired weasels and transported to the Warhammer universe, embarking on a journey to save humanity. ——— Roan stroked his chin, looking at the handsome young man before him with tanned skin, long black hair, and a golden laurel wreath. "...You mean you're going to take me away from this world to a new universe to start a new life?" "That's right, that universe is wonderful, a fantasy world where humans, elves, orcs, undead, demons, and many other races coexist." My requirements are simple. As the hero I've chosen, you only need to help humanity defeat the demons and the evil god behind them. "I believe this task won't be difficult for a reality warper who can manipulate reality at will, almost to the point of wish fulfillment..."

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"

The protagonist Warwick was complaining about the tithe, and then he was watching the lobster recruitment, so he said something bad and was forcibly teleported into the Warhammer 40K world.

Obtain a system that absorbs emotional values, summons warriors from various movies, TV shows, and games, and builds an empire.

Halo, Super God, Star Wars, Azure, etc.

I am pure cloud! cloud! cloud!

It is a fusion of various works, and the combat effectiveness is different!

In the 40th millennium, humanity teeters on the brink of destruction, and the universe pervades with eternal war. Within the Warp, the Dark Gods whisper, engaging in their never-ending grand game, manipulating the course of fate. The unexpected arrival of a stranger unleashes a wave of change that deviates from the predetermined destiny. Doom Slayer! May your sword drink the blood of your enemies, and may your name resound throughout the universe.

Traveling through countless worlds, collecting all sorts of junk, and analyzing various technologies, techniques, and magic: "Found a wrecked car, gained 100 points." "Found a wrecked aircraft carrier, gained 50,000 points." "Found a spaceship, gained anti-gravity technology, artificial gravity technology, nuclear fusion engine manufacturing technology, quantum communication technology, and several new materials technologies." "Found a magical floating city, gained floating magic array construction technology, large-scale magic shield manufacturing technology, and mithril refining technology."...