(Slow burn, protagonist transmigrates into a blue dragon world, overall art style is quite cheerful. The protagonist's personality will change with experience, ensemble cast, many stories of minor characters, author's romance is very weak)

A shooting star streaks across the sky, and a giant dragon descends.

I will build fortresses on the high mountains. I will also establish kingdoms in the sea of ​​sand.

My terror is the cold wind of winter, my rage is the blazing sun of the desert.

The world will tremble at my rise, and the wretched kingdoms will perish in my shadow.

I kill, I plunder, I conquer, I am the evil blue dragon.

This is just the dragon's dream; nothing has happened yet, and the story is still unfolding!

Marvin transmigrates to a world resembling the Middle Ages, facing execution right from the start. Fortunately, he possesses the [Simulation] system. However, something seems off about this system. It claims to begin a new life on a continent called Faerûn, but why do these options seem so wrong? The gods of love and beauty, magic and mystery, earth and harvest, and courage and war simultaneously extend olive branches to him. "Ha, I'm not stupid, you must be the Four Peddlers in disguise!" Without hesitation, Marvin turns to the last option. To become a member of Chaos or a Primarch, he decides. [Your father was a god of slaughter symbolized by a skull. He foresaw his impending demise, and thus you were born.] Sunny, Samia, Miss...

Legend has it that the body of the world-destroying dragon Mor Dukes could fill the entire sky, and its shadow could envelop the continent in an eternal night where the sun never shines.

With each flap of his wings, which stretch for thousands of miles, he could stir up a typhoon comparable to super-level magic, tearing apart clouds and snapping mountains.

Back then, a demigod-level expert, wielding a sacred artifact, led 100,000 elite troops to besiege the evil dragon.

However, they were all frozen into ice sculptures by the White Dragon's signature icy breath. Even the splattered blood droplets didn't have time to fall to the ground before they were embedded in the ice field, becoming monuments that would never melt.

But at this moment, Moore was scratching at the parchment scroll that recorded this "feat" with his paws, his amber eyes full of disdain.

What icy breath? I just had an itchy nose that day and couldn't help but sneeze.

(Pseudo-D&D worldview)

That's not how it works in the game!! You should level up, learn skills, defeat the mobs, and then have a thrilling final battle with the boss. How could you just one-shot the boss with a summon?! In the game, Mo Ming always manages to summon creatures that counter the enemy! While others struggle desperately in the undead scourge, Mo Ming silently summons a Sun Knight Order: "Holy Light, purify them." While others struggle to survive under the dragon's breath, Mo Ming casually opens the Dragon Slayer roster: "Professional team, online service." While others gather the server's elite to fight the world-destroying demon king, Mo Ming yawns, and 999+ brave warriors behind him begin drawing lots: "Don't worry, everyone gets a spot." In short! I'll farm the dungeons others can farm, and I'll farm the ones others can't farm even more! ----------------- Blue Star secretly evolved, bringing...

Phantoms are pale, shapeshifting creatures capable of disguising their faces, voices, and even personalities to blend into the communities of other races. Wherever they go, suspicion and panic inevitably follow… “I must say, this isn’t fair. Especially not to me personally,” Vesper said innocently, spreading his hands. “I’m a priest, my God controls my every word and action—you know, like there are two little people in my head.” One says: This is going to be fun, let’s do it! The other would say: Okay, okay!

Transmigrating to a fantasy world, Lu Wei became a cunning merchant. Initially, he operated on a small scale, setting up stalls in various adventure locations, offering adventurers supplies, equipment buyback, and paid boosting services. Then, dissatisfied with the status quo, he began establishing business relationships with goblins, dark elves, goblins, and even mind flayer tribes. Next, he escalated his activities, pioneering new business models such as "Hero Assistance Loans," "Adventurer Disability Insurance," and "Shared Equipment." Finally, he went completely mad, venturing alone into the dragon's lair—a place where countless legendary heroes had perished. A month later, the first airline on the continent of Franis, "Dragon Airlines," was established... — "A true businessman is one who dares to take risks, trample on the law, and even face the gallows for profit!" "Tell me, which of these two gold coins is noble, and which is vile?" "Equal exploitation of every adventurer is the bottom line of fairness!" Note: The above are excerpts from the sacred text of commerce, creation, and procreation, *The Book of Capital* [Pseudo-D&D + Mixed Worldview + Adventure + Lighthearted]

[This is not D&D; please do not apply D&D settings to this book.] He's in the Abyss, just woken up! Zou Yu stared at the completely unfamiliar blue sun outside the window, and at the panel that appeared before him, lost in thought. It seemed he really had transmigrated. The problem was, why did this Multiverse Projection System panel look so much like a system function he'd randomly written… wait. This Abyss was also a little different from what he expected?! A bull-horse demon with a horse's face, a three-handed demon with an innate thief's body—what the heck? Did the little minotaur next door have Nigger demon blood in his ancestors, so his father triggered a passive escape before he was born? This leveling-up method also seemed a bit off; leveling up with drugs, electrotherapy for strengthening the body—what kind of setting was that? Okay, okay, so that's how it is, then I can only let you demons and monsters experience what…

Tags: D&D, Western Fantasy, Fantasy Synopsis: Xing Ze, a tabletop RPG enthusiast, transmigrates into the body of a farmer in Faerûn, initially believing he'll lead a mundane life. However, he discovers something strange about Faerûn. "How do you know this top-secret information?" the villainous leader asks, puzzled. "Because I'm sick of using this module," Xing Ze replies casually. My new book, *The Unofficial Believer's Cultivation Manual*, is released; please support it!

Before release, 10,000 words of updates daily; after release, 10,000+ words of updates daily. "Master Victor, as the undisputed strongest mage in Faerûn, what is your secret to casting spells?" Facing the reporter's question, Victor adjusted his sunglasses, behind him piled high with dragon food and dismantled golems. "Secret? It's simple. When your Intelligence reaches 50, you can calculate the optimal landing point of your punch; when your Strength reaches 50, any magic resistance is paper-thin before your 'physical spells'." D&D Faerûn background: From Neverwinter to the Underdark, from Sword Coast to the Endless Sea, a perfect blend of role-playing and invincibility. Modified spellcasting: High-temperature, high-pressure steam pot (Fireball + Waterball), fully automatic litter box (teleportation), localized shrinking spell (no explanation needed)... Protagonist's current situation...

[Creation Origin + Epochal Changes + Gods and Races + Epic + Struggle for Faith + Multifaceted Characters]

Ling Hao is reborn and intends to use his knowledge of the game to gain an advantage, but his helmet explodes, causing him to travel through time.

Trapped at the starting point of creation due to a time-related issue, the system tells him that he must wait until the Dawn War when the Nine-Faced Dragon God is split apart before he can officially register his Platinum Dragon God identity...