Without might, one cannot vanquish bandits; without force, one cannot rule the world. Llane Rivers, having traveled across Westeros and become the sole male heir to the Rivers family of Harrenhal, chooses the path of Prime Minister in the face of the impending War of the Five Kings. "Joffrey, this is freshly made chicken soup." "Joffrey, why are you rebelling?" "Joffrey, I told you not to call me deadaddy. Call me the King's Father, the Regent."

Arthur Thorne rose from his throne of brass, corpses, and pipes, donning a crown forged from alchemy, steam, and blood, and taking up the scythe entwined with fate. He looked up. The twinkling stars in the sky were all enemies. But before that... Arthur Thorne, newly transported, faced a grave problem: how to hollow out his body and survive when alchemy, medicine, and conventional supernatural powers proved ineffective.

[Arknights x Project Moon]

After transmigrating into the world of Arknights, Lin Yi finds himself turned into a mobile city.

But when he spots Sweepers patrolling the alleys and streets, he realizes something is very wrong.

Buhao! This is Project Moon "The City"! You're telling me this thing counts as a mobile city?!

So let me get this straight—you're asking a city with zero Singularity tech to take on an entire district by itself?

Luckily, Lin Yi still has a well. With this single well, he can draw forth tools, artifacts—even identities—from across the multiverse. And so, a brand-new path begins to unfold.

“Hey, friend—interested in becoming a Fixer? First-time sign-up gets a free identity, no strings attached!”

...

Years later, Lin Yi stands at the heart of his bustling, human-centered city—gazing at the many people before him, each overlaid with personas drawn from countless realities—and recalls the afternoon he first became a mobile city.

Talulah · Fixer Identity : "Speak. I will protect all that belongs to Ursus."

Skadi · Ishmael Identity : "My mistake? I’d say it’s all thanks to me!"

Ch’en Hui-chieh · Dayan Emperor Identity : "I came to this city and saw vitality—life in full bloom, thriving in every corner."

W · Red Mist Identity : "Tell me—what does 'power' really mean?"

Lin Yi : “So... who’s next to tell their story?”

Transmigrating, I, Lin Feng, have become Fusu, the eldest son of Qin Shi Huang. From the outset, I'm banished to Shangjun, with a death warrant imminent. Surrounded by nothing but 300,000 disloyal Qin soldiers, I have nothing! [Ding! The Myriad Worlds Military Summoning System has been successfully bound!] Instantly, five thousand fully armed and absolutely loyal "Fire Seed" special forces parachuted in. They are instructors, engineers, and even the disseminators of ideological integrity!

Who says Confucian scholars are powerless? I, Fusu, wield a Type 95 rifle in my left hand and a Katyusha rocket launcher in my right. Under night vision goggles, any assassin is a sitting duck! Meng Tian was astonished. This wasn't just some gimmick, it was a divine technique! Starting with training a modern special forces unit, I transformed the 3,000 Qin troops into a torrent of steel. The Xiongnu cavalry were annihilated by the rockets, and the remnants of the six kingdoms trembled and wailed under the tank tracks!

I will use modern technology to crush this decadent old world: blast furnaces for steel, concrete for roads, airplanes, tanks, aircraft carriers, and even star-struck warships! Zhao Gao and Hu Hai? Mere clowns! Xiang Yu and Zhang Liang? Personal force is a joke before my iron torrent! My goal is to lead Chinese civilization from Earth to the stars, and to tear the heads off those so-called "celestial beings" and kick them around like a ball! This world will ultimately be a world of civilization. Who dares to disobey?

"Mr. Hachiman, you're not even 20 yet, but you've already published so many mystery novels, each of which sells over a million copies. You're hailed as a once-in-a-century mystery novel genius. Where does this endless supply of ideas come from?" "I don't think I'm a genius. I simply write by using the time others would spend partying or dating," Hikigaya Hachiman replied. "But Mr. Hachiman, there are always rumors that you're always surrounded by girls." "Well, those aren't really rumors, but I don't think they affect my writing." A new author and new book, please give me your feedback.

Mona, possessing a magical canvas, became the deity of an island tribe. He could use various drawing tools on the canvas to graffiti the world, bestowing blessings and divine punishment upon civilization. The paintbrush imbued what it painted with divinity, the palette could capture the impressions of all things, abstracting them into conceptual blocks of color. The eraser could easily erase everything, punishing civilization. On the first day, the merciful god painted a giant tree, sheltering the tribe from the wind and rain, and the people all sang praises of His majesty. On the second day, the majestic god used the eraser to wipe away the heads of the tribe's sinners, and the people all prostrated themselves in fear, learning reverence. On the third day, He attempted to try a new painting with a new color. And so, a desolate...

An accident gave Lin Mo the ability to "dream together"——

He could communicate with other people's dreams without even realizing it.

For several nights in a row, he dreamed of the beautiful counselor Su Wan.

In the dream, they talked about poetry and songs, philosophy of life, and the ambiguity and indescribable...

Until one day, Su Wan told him in her dream with a blushing face: "I'm pregnant."

Lin Mo suddenly woke up, breaking out in a cold sweat.

At the same time, in the staff dormitory, Su Wan also woke up from the same dream, her heart beating like a drum.

She bit her lip in embarrassment and said, "They say that whatever you think about during the day you will dream about at night... Could it be that in my subconscious, I am so greedy for that brat?!"

Just then, a sudden feeling of nausea came over me.

Su Wan rushed into the bathroom and vomited continuously.

I bought a pregnancy test stick and saw two red bars on it - the pregnancy in my dream had become a reality!

"Lin Mo!" Su Wan clenched the pregnancy test stick tightly, her eyes determined, "This child must have a father... Come with me to get the certificate!"

"Tell me, when faced with an opportunity to rise to the top in one step, can those who consider themselves noble still uphold their principles?" Having accomplished the feat of conquering the world, Caesar, feeling no joy, decided to embark on a mad game. "Really? I can get ten thousand gold just by killing my wife?" "Isn't it just indulging in lust with that dragon? Watch me!" "Summon... what is a plague? Summon one!" Add a little desire, add two spoonfuls of reward, sow the seeds of madness, and reap the fruits of chaos. As the world crumbled, Caesar finally kissed the lips of pleasure. Those who still retained their reason resolved to rebel, but before that absolutely overwhelming emperor, they clearly needed a savior! ...Lancelot: "You mean, my enemy is someone with super strength..."

Terror is coming.

The unknown white fog turned ninety-nine percent of humans into bloodthirsty zombies.

The protagonist was sitting in the playground watching short videos the previous second.

The system was bound in the next second.

In addition to the routine gift package, the system also gave him a grand task.

Humans kneel before corpses, gods rot and whisper, and wizards frantically search for secrets of decay. Loki opens his eyes to find himself an apprentice wizard in the dark world. However, his low spiritual aptitude makes his life precarious, like a candle flickering in the night. Fortunately, he gains a stroke of luck by acquiring an ancient artifact that displays information in data form. He then transplants the various spells he has learned onto his monstrous servants: [Wild Dog] -> [Ghost Hound] -> [Soul-Binding Wolf] -> [Abyssal Wolf] -> [Cerberus]! Centuries later, a twisted, fleshy god scoffs at Loki: "Tremble, humans! Before you lies the great being who created hundreds of chimeras!" "Very well, what about yesterday?" "???"