(Orange) Reincarnated in another world, I'm a beautiful female knight in black stockings. Faced with danger, what kind of martial virtues does a female knight need to protect herself? Wear the thickest armor, take the hardest hits, then rebound. Stealth, flash, group silence. Play dead, sneak attacks, set traps, art is explosion. I actually don't understand any of this, I'm a noble and righteous female knight. What? You ask the victims why they don't speak? Because those who have fallen to my sword are either forever silent or have become my wives...
After failing the college entrance exam, Tang Rui crafted an admission letter from the Arcanist Academy and sent it to the group chat to ease the awkwardness. As it turned out, he was actually accepted. PS: This book is also known as "This Isn't Science, This Is Magic," "Believe Me, I'm a True Arcanist," and "This Is a Floating City, Not a Space Station." PS: This is a daily, farming-themed novel, not a combat-themed one. Don't stumble into it.
This is the distant world of Toril. The vast, ethereal winds of the universe drift down from the seven heavens, sweeping across the Prime Plane, where mortals dwell, before ultimately merging into the immutable Elemental Planes. And the River Styx, even more ancient than the ancient, flows through Baator and the Abyss in the lower planes, its source unknown, its destination unknown. West of Toril lies the continent of Faerun, where the gaze of the gods converges. In this land, heroes write epic tales of sword and magic, kings forge power with iron and blood. The dice of fate have been cast, and the gods await the answer. Our story takes place on the Sword Coast, nestled on the western shores of the Sea of Swords, south of Waterdeep. Our story begins with a stranger.
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The new book "The Correct Way to Raise Poro" has been released.
[League of Legends Fanfiction]
Protagonist Geno, hero profile:
Zaun, in a major toxic gas leak accident with far-reaching consequences.
You saved Orianna, and from then on there was no more clockwork elves in Runeterra, but your heart failed and you were about to die.
Fortunately, you hugged Camille's thigh (fog) and replaced it with the Hex Heart.
Ze Sanpao came over to wreak havoc on Piltover, and you fled to Bilgewater, otherwise your heart energy would be drained away.
You moved to the rescuers and defeated Ze Sanpao together with the Tsar. He then decided to marry his great-great-great-great-granddaughter to you to continue his bloodline and restore Shurima. He also threatened to ascend you to become a kobold if you don't accept. /doge
You sit on a boat bound for the Shadow Isles, escaping your marriage, and wonder what went wrong.
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Start in Sinnoh, take control of your life, and build your own elf kingdom.
Supplement: Fantasy elf novel, with feelings for elves, but the attitude towards elves is more inclined to industrial...
While the spires of the Starry City still condensed star tracks, and the lava in the volcanic zone chanted the Tome of the Elements, this world, drenched in the torrent of magic, clung to a millennium of unchanging magical supremacy—until Chloe, with Newton's Three Laws, shattered the otherworldly ceiling.
Despite being the only "Muggle" on the continent with zero magical affinity, she could deduce the trajectory of a dragon's flight in the library, dismantle a wand to reconstruct an unknown device, and even recite the wondrous principles of chemistry over boiling potions.
While traditional magicians still worshipped the elemental gods for favor, Chloe had already forged a steam-powered magical engine in the abandoned workshop of the Church of Truth, ushering in the Industrial Revolution.
Truth should be held in our own hands!
Gears and wands dance together, steam and heavy swords go hand in hand.
Times have changed, my lord!
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One hundred million people around the world have awakened their superpowers.
And I'm just an ordinary high school student.
Until one day, I was possessed by a god.
And there were seven of them at once...
Possessing the power to make things happen, he faces a strange and powerful new world and countless fantasy creatures created by the ruler of the dimension.
The fantasy journey of King's Landing begins here.
In this galaxy overflowing with Source Energy, countless races thrive. Countless beings look up at the stars, seeking the ultimate pinnacle of Source Energy.
Bai Xiaoge transmigrated into the body of a Quillin. His homeland shattered, his people scattered—what once was, is no more. But as a weak, pitiful, and helpless little fox, Bai Xiaoge isn’t panicking at all—because he can switch modes.
Eagle Eye Mode, Analysis Mode, MVP Mode, Extreme Evasion Mode, Absolute Defense Mode, Unlimited Source Energy Mode...
He can fight, tank, deal damage, play it safe, charge recklessly—and even warm a bed.
“No matter what the problem is, I can handle it for you! ...Uh... what? I’m the only male left in the whole clan?”
As the last royal bloodline, he bears the mission of reviving his race.
Master Source Energy. Compete for dominance among the stars.
But Bai Xiaoge soon realizes—it’s not that simple. Before the old ancestor died, they apparently left behind some kind of outrageous mess.
【Low-dimensional inferior lifeform, commencing Source Energy transfer according to protocol...】
“So... we’re actually the true calamity of the galaxy...?”
[No system + Gardevoir heroine + deserted island start + parallel world + city + daily warmth + non-invincible text]
You start out as a stunted unicorn beetle wandering on a deserted island. Do you want to go?
Whoever wants to go can go!
Send the power of bond and understand the language of elves.
Think about it.
You may encounter a shiny Lalulas occasionally and capture it.
Quite interesting.
Evolved Gardevoir, devoted, only loves you, wants to climb into your bed every day.
Stop talking, who else but me!