After graduating from college, Luo Yang stayed in Shanghai to work.

But after returning to his hometown to attend a high school reunion, Luo Yang's mentality was unbalanced.

Most of the classmates who stayed in their hometown to develop have mixed into easy industries. Although they earn less than 10,000 yuan a month, they enjoy a life of nine to five and two days off a week.

They drive cars worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, go fishing, have parties, and take family self-driving tours from time to time...

Luo Yang couldn't help but sigh that if he was given another chance to choose, after graduating from college, he would also return to his hometown to develop and become a wealthy family nestled in a small county town.

This is a damn Victorian fantasy novel.

Add a spoonful of steam engines to get that damned tech tree moving! Add a spoonful of love and hate to give everyone a good reason to fight! Add a spoonful of madness to lighten up this gloomy world, and finally, add a spoonful of natural disasters as the main boss… Wait! Bloody hell, I poured too much!

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Year 931 of the Envirg Calendar.

The city I live in has been named the most advanced city in the West. The main reason? Steam technology, the source of both groundbreaking innovation and utter chaos, has turned the world upside down. It’s undeniable. Yet, despite this, people still flock here in droves. This city always offers a glimmer of hope, whether it’s a lie or an illusion. It’s so close, seemingly within reach, that people are willing to risk everything for it. A city of illusions.

And I am one of those dream chasers.

Jiang Han was reborn into a modern city invaded by the reincarnation space.

After entering the reincarnation world, the reincarnation space will issue a task. If the task is completed, all the reincarnations who died in the task will be resurrected. If it fails, everyone will be wiped out immediately.

He also discovered that these reincarnation worlds were all the worlds of novels, movies and animations that he had read in his previous life.

In this case, he obtained a system of infinite mana by sacrificing teammates, becoming more powerful by sacrificing teammates.

So, Jiang Han began to play the role of a so-called wise man in the reincarnation world.

"Don't worry, go ahead and fight. It's okay. I've spent ten minutes completely seeing through the enemy's weaknesses."

"You've been strengthened by me. Go and deliver... No, go and kill the opposing BOSS in Wanjunzhong."

"This bottle is the antidote. After taking it, go directly into the poisonous fog and search for that thing. Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you can't find it, because this is all within my expectations!"

Jiang Han looked at the last teammate who was shivering in the corner. "If I tell you that their deaths were meaningful, to activate a blood sacrifice formation, would you believe it? But this formation is still missing a sacrifice, you can understand that, right?"

After saying that, he cut his teammate in half with one knife, allowing him to pass away without any pain.

Then Jiang Shang used his strength to split Mount Hua in half, and he really did split Mount Hua in half.

Autumn of 1840.

The world is like a whale floating up, igniting a fire in the eyes of the boy.

A letter from more than ten miles away, a traveler from a foreign land, and several wonderful and fantastic stories.

Ritualists, strange objects, alien species, invisible techniques;

Cursed secret texts, pointy-eared cats and dragons, little people under the floor, castles walking in dreams;

Science and mystery, fantasy and reality.

The boy tapped his cane, staggered with the times, and his black hair flew and melted in the laughter behind him:

"Those who are against us are bad guys!"

The monsters said.

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This book is also known as: "The end of mysticism is probably afternoon tea", "My sect members are not quite right"

Keywords: Victorian fantasy, mysticism, esotericism, cat people's daily life

The filthy beasts dangled sweet baits to lure the docile souls into the abyss...

Under the indifference of the Old Ones, who carry the weight of faith, only the Law Enforcer is left to settle all matters...

"An alchemist who can't cook doesn't make a good cult leader."

Traveling through another world with the [Forge of Destiny], Horn discovered that this world was even crazier than he had imagined.

The high sun has been split, the gods who judged history have gone away, monsters breed in the shadows, and malice comes from beyond the world.

Esotericism, Apprentice, Strange Objects, Dream World, Secret History, Worms, Si Chen.

Eight principles, seven marks, invisible secrets, great knowledge, the path to ascension.

At first, Horn just wanted to save his life, until -

You burned [forbidden knowledge] and gained [multifaceted teachings]

You transformed the [Flesh and Blood Altar] and obtained the [Biological Energy Engine]

[You cooked [Piercing Toxin] and gained [Poison Immunity]]

You rebuilt the [Abandoned Castle],...

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?

Emperors and generals, world-shaking achievements;

Scholars and wanderers, writings eternal through the ages;

Luxurious carriages, peerless beauties, heroic spirit…

I ask only one thing: Can one attain immortality?

This is the story of a man who traversed into an ancient era of declining dharma, seeking the path to eternal life.

Time flies, years pass; through corpse liberation and transcendence, he strives to remain in the world—undying and everlasting.

The King of Hell sentences you to death by midnight, but I can ensure that you live past morning.

The young man, Qin Lang, received the inheritance of a poison school by chance. He uses poison to kill people, uses poison to save people and he uses poison to chase beauties. With body of ancient extinct poison and a body of a martial artist, he walks around the city, and wanders around in the underworld.

(Not a happy story, emotional)

"Can you heal me?"

Liang Ling looked at the haggard man in front of her with curiosity.

Because of some special reasons, she can be sure that this person is the male protagonist in a hot search nearly half a month ago - Yu Ying.

煁, a kind of movable stove in ancient times.

Chopping mulberry firewood, and roasting it in the smoke.

As a counselor, she has a keen eye for detail.

This person has been very reserved since he came in, and feels like he has been out of society for a long time.

Liang Ling looked at Yu Xuan and said with a smile: "Mr. Yu, you also know that psychotherapy is different from conventional treatment."

"You have to try it to know whether it is effective or not."

"Mr. Yu, could you please tell me the biggest reason that bothers you?"

Yu Xuan looked out the window and said, "The story started two and a half years ago..."

"No, it has to start from three years ago."