Transform into a demon, answer the call, devour the soul and take the body, and the heavens will answer your wish. (This is a finished novel with unlimited mythology and mythological original species. The character is guaranteed, so you can read it with confidence.) If you think "Summoning the Boss" is good, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends on QQ group and Weibo!

When he opened his eyes, he saw Xu Ping, a spiritual farmer from Dongwufang City.

Just awaken the proficiency panel, no pain, no gain.

All spells, techniques, and skills can be improved through continuous practice.

From the [Spirit Rain Technique] that aids the growth of spiritual rice, to the [Spirit Rain Technique] that accelerates the growth of immortal medicine;

From the [Genjin Finger] that kills insects to the [Star-Splitting Finger] that shatters mountains and rivers;

From the [Qi Yang Jue] for nourishing and replenishing qi, to the [Supreme Heaven-Suppressing Jue] for plucking stars and swallowing the moon

From the unparalleled swordsmanship of the [Liuyun Sword] to the sword that cuts through the sun and the moon, the [Miexian Sword]

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Others rely on talent to cultivate immortality, but Xu Ping relies on hard work.

From an ordinary spiritual farmer in Dongwu Market to the immortal who has ruled the world for eternity.

Xu Ping proved with his actions that there is nothing in the world of immortal cultivation...

Good news: Qiao Zhi successfully traveled to MC Minecraft and became Steve. Bad news: Starting on an empty island, there's only a grass block underfoot. Just as Qiao Zhi was enjoying his prison sentence, a space portal appeared before him. Giant: Erwin, survive, and I'll tell you the truth. Parasyte: Someone used their powers to gain the heart of a long-time crush, but I hope you'll dispose of the body properly. Demon Slayer: Muzan, don't be afraid, I'll heal you right away. Hunter x Hunter: Meruelu, for an ant, you're too arrogant. Bleach: Aizen, when did you start to think I didn't use Kyoka Suigetsu? Drawing swords, accelerating torches, better cutting boards, equal exchange, endless greed... God gradually regains his authority... In the anime, perhaps...

【Defection】【Capture the Tailed Beast】【Nuclear Shadow】【Slow Pace】【Multiple Female Protagonists】

The pace is a bit slow in the early stages of the story.

From just wanting to protect his family and survive the night of genocide, to later thinking about the right and wrong of the ninja world, and finally transforming the ninja world into what he wanted.

"If I fail, I'll be the worst sinner. If I succeed, I'll be the savior!"

Qin Chang, a modern college student, accidentally travels to Westeros. Armed with a comprehensive knowledge of the plot of "A Song of Ice and Fire," he encounters a turbulent era characterized by the White Walkers' invasion and the struggle for supremacy among kings. Leveraging his foresight, he befriends the Starks at Winterfell, glimpses the true nature of the White Walkers at the Wall, and witnesses the awakening of dragons alongside Daenerys. From exile to strategist, from chess piece to master, he navigates the interstices between ice and fire, confronting the Lannister plots, unraveling Littlefinger's schemes, and ultimately breaking the shackles of prophecy. Ultimately, he forges his own path in the chess game of power and becomes the final king to bring an end to the chaotic world.

[Protagonist: Not a time traveler but can be considered one + Information advantage + No cheats + Many flaws + Third-rate background + Unscrupulous + Mediocre intelligence + Focus on self]

I'm going to the battlefield tomorrow, and the only thing I can show off is the teleportation technique I practiced so hard to escape?

In the 36th year of Konoha, Fuusagi Touji was born into a third-rate family in Konoha. Due to forced graduation, he had no choice but to become a ninja...

Refer to the official Naruto information to the greatest extent possible.

Do not accommodate the private settings of other fan fictions.

Also known as the beginning of the Middle Ages, starting with survival in the wilderness.

A family inexplicably traveled back to the end of the Carolingian dynasty, from struggling to survive to continuing the family line, a long story.

When an ordinary soul is thrown into a fragile vessel forged by the power of millions of stars, he faces not only the battlefield of gods and evil beasts, but also the roaring void deep in his heart.

Lin En, an ordinary modern youth, unexpectedly travels through time and space, landing in the perilous Marvel Universe. Accompanying him is not a system or an old man, but a "gift" so heavy it could tear apart the stars—a cosmic energy derived from Robert Reynolds' "Sentinel" template, said to have the power of a million stars.

However, power isn't a gift, but a curse. Lin En, a newcomer to this land, felt his consciousness dwarfed by the devastating power. He constantly teetered on the brink of losing control of his energy, each wave of emotion threatening a catastrophic explosion. Even more terrifying, the whispers of the void, the ultimate shadow born of light and coexisting with power, echoed constantly within his consciousness, tempting him to fall into darkness and reduce everything to nothingness.

From the dark and damp alleys of New York to the neon-lit skyscrapers, from the secret laboratories of S.H.I.E.L.D. to the vast interstellar battlefields, Lynn was forced to embark on a thorny road of survival.

A viscous liquid, faintly sweet and reeking of chemical preservatives, enveloped him. Icy cold, bone-chilling cold, was the first and only sensation it brought. He was suspended within it, his vision blurred, his eyes only a hazy, faint green glow. The metal barrier, reflecting a faint, cold, hard sheen in the light, felt like the entrails of a great beast, gently yet cruelly imprisoning him.

A monotonous, regular ticking sound emanated from an invisible instrument, like some eternal metronome, marking the imaginary time. Occasionally, there was the gentle gurgling of slowly circulating liquid and the distant, muffled, indistinct hum of machinery, muffled by the thick walls.

He couldn't feel the concrete presence of his limbs, only a diffuse, dull numbness. Every time he tried to think, his consciousness felt like it was sinking into a quagmire, heavy and slow. Who am I? Where am I? These questions were like bubbles on the bottom of the water, bursting silently as soon as they surfaced, leaving no trace. There was only a primal, instinctive feeling—existence. And with that existence came a boundless coldness and a suffocating confinement.