What will happen when an SCP object first appears in the cultivation world?

What despair would it be if a lofty swordsman were dragged into a Dark Souls dungeon and endlessly rekindled with fire?

When the overwhelming interstellar insectoid race clashes with the world-destroying magical powers, who will prevail?

My name is Luo Yi, a transmigrator who gave up cultivating immortality.

With an ancestral spirit tablet that connects to the memories of Earth, I transformed my past life's fantasies into the myths of this world.

SCP Foundation, Cthulhu Mythos, Azeroth, Silent Hill...

The calamities you see as natural disasters are my creations; the ancient secret realms you speak of are my designs; the unparalleled opportunities you pursue are bait I casually tossed out.

I, behind the scenes, wield my pen as a sword.

Welcome to... my world.

The Blue Crystal Space has invaded, causing reality to collapse. Humans have been able to log into this alternate dimension and bring the power of the game back to reality!

Mo Li, a terminally ill teenager, put on a login bracelet while lying on his sickbed.

You start with the growth talent [Measure the Earth]: Displacement distance can be stacked infinitely!

Flash followed by a charged slash? That's just basic stuff.

Walking on air, shrinking the distance to an inch? It's all possible!

While others were still painstakingly grinding monsters, Mo Li's teleportation distance had quietly broken through the heavens...

"Mo Li, come to the front lines and carry out the decapitation strike!"

Mo Li: If I care about you, you can just say thank you, instead of asking hurtful things like 'How the hell did you get in here!'

Watch as this young man uses his infinite teleportation ability to shatter the global invasion!

Li Yan transmigrated to the present day, becoming Hephaestus, the lame blacksmith god of craftsmen in Greek mythology, unloved by his parents? His start was hellish, with his own mother about to throw him off Mount Olympus. Fortunately, the Codex Olympus was imprinted deep within his soul, not only recording the secrets and futures of all the gods and heroes, but also designing true divine artifacts for him! While the Olympian gods were busy vying for favors and playing power games, Hephaestus was ruling the volcanic kingdom, quietly illuminating his "technology tree." They have divine authority? I have the "Forge of Destiny." They rely on brute force? My "Conceptual Armaments" are ready to go live. They play the lyre? My "Electronic Music" is revolutionizing art. Zeus: "I need even stronger thunder." Hephaestus: "(Showing blueprints) Technology has advanced, Father. By the way, here's my price list." Poseidon: "How dare you challenge my authority?" Hephaestus: "(Pulling out a contract) Let's talk about the sponsorship fee for the 'celebration,' Uncle. I can make you lose all your dignity, and I can make you both famous and wealthy." This is the story of a rational modern craftsman who uses "logic" and "industrialization" to give this chaotic mythical land a hardcore "industrial upgrade," transforming from a "tool" in the eyes of the gods into a "rule-maker." (Please don't hoard books QAQ, I'll try to write something interesting in each chapter to ensure a good reading experience. The overall plot is pretty much conceived, so I promise it won't have a bad ending.)

Before the Grand Imperial City of Sol, the Southern Duchy's regal princess, Inanna Augusta, renowned for her iron-fisted ways, gritted her teeth as she clutched the shreds of her dress that barely covered her vitals, revealing the shattered silver armor beneath, creating a startling scene. She gazed at the screaming, wielding weapons of goblins, orcs, dark elves, barbarians, and imps... and pleaded, "Warriors, why have you come to this?" "Waaaaaaaaaa!!" "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven reigns!" "The world belongs to the Wings of the Abyss!" "The Abyss nobility reigns!" "Damn it, who touched my ass?" Then, a gust of black wings covered the sky. Levis, the Wings of the Abyss, the last true dragon lord, protector of the abyss, driver of the cancer of the world, the sinful black dragon, said helplessly, "When did I ever say I would conquer the world?"

[Infinite flow][Analysis of cards][Development and upgrade][Brain-burning battle][IQ online][No female gifts][With female protagonist, non-emotional flow]

"Hello host, welcome to the infinite game. Your first card is called [Abandoned Bad Card]."

He could analyze a starting hand everyone declared utterly awful, yet at a glance, he could see millions of possible enhancements! From the novice trial "Dead Rising" to the hellish "The Old Ones," every useless card in his hands could unleash earth-shattering power!

While other players struggle to build their decks, desperately searching for high-rare cards, he's already deconstructing and reassembling every low-tier card, unleashing terrifying power comparable to forbidden cards! You're laughing at my poor start? Yet, I can use a mediocre [Healing Card] to forge a plane-destroying [Virus Outbreak]!

From a penniless wanderer to a master of the infinite cycle of reincarnation, every step is meticulously calculated! Is he the mastermind behind the infinite game? Or is he the savior chosen by fate? When the truth of endless reincarnation emerges, how will he write the ultimate rules of the card world?

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..."

"High-level mages often only need the simplest operations." This is what the weapon master, the perfect assassin, the outlier among spellcasters, the promoter of the enhancement school, and the founder of melee mages said.

(Just for fun, don't criticize if you don't agree) Li Chang'an is the most steadfast cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation. His lifelong pursuit is to achieve immortality through seclusion, never causing any trouble. However, he's struck by a multi-dimensional live broadcast system, forcing him to demonstrate his power to countless dimensions. Fearful of death, he's forced to replace his live broadcasts with the most basic cultivation knowledge. He explains "Basic Breathing Techniques," demonstrates "One Hundred Ways to Draw a Cleansing Talisman," shares "One Hundred Tips for Avoiding Danger"... He simply wants to appease the system, collect his rewards, and continue to hide. Little does he know that what he considers mundane basics are, to the powerful in other worlds, supreme secrets that lead directly to the Great Dao! The talismans he casually draws are revered as divine scrolls in the magical world; the breathing techniques he teaches sanctify the body of a wasteland youth; and the avoidance techniques he teaches are revered as the highest tactical guide by the interstellar fleet. Unknowingly, countless geniuses and powerful figures from countless dimensions have become his devoted followers, constantly breaking through by "imagining" his every word. When Li Changan was finally forced to leave the mountain gate, he discovered that... The mighty swordsman in front of him was actually the top player in his live broadcast room; the Lich King who commanded the undead army behind him was actually his class representative; even the old man selling candied haws on the roadside ascended to heaven by listening to his lectures! Li Changan: "I said all this was a misunderstanding, do you believe it?" This is a story about a "strongest master" who desperately wants to be low-key, but is always imagined to be invincible by his disciples.

The current version of "Zongwang" is: Eternal Song of the Unyielding Bloodline, version 3.22144, limited edition - Dragon Forge. ...A little dragon from the nameless land has landed on the Zongwang. A rude dragon has disrupted the normal development of the Zongwang. Cruel and terrifying dragons are devouring the future of the Zongwang. The evil dragon Thor has occupied his own universe. Thor's army marches across the multiverse. His Majesty, the great and benevolent, supreme Dragon God Thor, has arrived today in his faithful world... Please, pay tribute to the great dragon!

"You ask me what I need to bring when exploring a dungeon?" "An enchanted longsword, a mithril suit of armor, a shriveled loaf of bread..." "No, buddy, you don't need any of that." "The only thing you need is a pot." ...A wild slime appears! "Grab it, coat it evenly with salt, and dry it instantly—dried slime is ready, chewy and a must-have for satisfying cravings." A wild walking mushroom appears! "Cut off its legs, add it to cream and simmer—a savory, melt-in-your-mouth creamy mushroom soup that's unforgettable; thickly slice its body and fry it—crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, bursting with juice in every bite, leaving you wanting more." A wild goblin appears! "...Smells bad, tastes even worse. Take its roots for medicine, then make Dass!" [Also known as "I Eat Alone" and "The Old Foodie of the Underground Dungeon"] [Main character becomes...]