[Fantasy world, slow-paced adventure, wizard, monster encyclopedia collection]

Coming to a fantasy world, Gauss got an adventurer's handbook that said the more monsters you kill and collect, the stronger you will be. He originally thought that he would start an orthodox adventure of defeating dragons, killing demons, and saving the kingdom. However, as he watched the goblins multiplying like pests and being inexorable, as well as the rapidly increasing number of kills and rewards in the monster encyclopedia, his face became more and more helpless...

"You have killed a total of 1,000 goblins! Intelligence +1, Strength +1, Constitution +1."

"The title "Goblin Slayer" has been upgraded to "Goblin Expert". You are an expert on goblins, and few people know how to kill goblins better than you."

"..."

"The title "Goblin Expert" has been upgraded to "Goblin Nemesis". You are the most severe ruler of the goblin race in history, and a deep shadow of terror engraved in the goblin blood."

"Current effect:

Effect 1: Nemesis. When fighting against Goblin creatures, the damage caused by attacks is increased by an additional 50%.

Effect 2: Bloodthirst. Killing a Goblin has a chance to randomly restore 10% of your physical strength.

Effect 3: Deterrence. You have absolute pressure on Goblins and related advanced races, and the enemy's status will be greatly reduced when facing you.

Looking at the titles that are still being upgraded on the panel,

Gao Si really wants to know if there is any way to prevent people from putting the title of "Goblin Slayer" before the famous titles such as Dungeon Conqueror, Red Scale Slayer, Phase Hunter, Pale Lord, and Tiamat's Woe.

The fjord lay still, its surface undisturbed, reflecting the leaden gray storm clouds overhead. Flocks of ravens circled and swooped, heralding the arrival of an icy northern wind. This was the first sight the protagonist beheld after traversing time to ninth-century Scandinavia. He found himself an ordinary self-sustaining farmer, possessing nothing more than a barren, desolate wheat field. For centuries, the glory of the Roman Empire had crumbled into dust, and the world lay fractured. Kings warred incessantly, and in this turbulent, grim medieval era, his foremost task was survival—then, to find a way to end the chaos.

Here, you can see the past and present of the Universe Swarm, the origin of the warmongering witch clan, the rise of Haisi, the birth of the behemoth...

and...

the development of the World Tree from scratch?

………………

On his 18th birthday, Bai Yi suddenly learned that his family was super rich.

After finally accepting the reality and preparing to embrace a new life, something unexpected happened again.

The world is destroyed, doomsday is coming, and humans are given the qualifications to be a lord and thrown into millions of worlds.

Good news, my golden finger has finally arrived, and it is a genetic weaving that looks very powerful.

The bad news is, others have it too, and they seem stronger.

What else can I do?

He can only live as a logistics player and rely on the golden finger to farm.

...

"So, Xiao Ke, how did you join the company?"

"Me? I think I'm a refiner."

Zhang Chulan looked at Liu Ke who was hammering iron sheets and making a red mecha, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"What kind of refinement is this? Do you think I haven't watched Marvel?"

Good morning, Night City! I am everyone's favorite host Stan!

Some people say that Night City will always be so corrupt, and hidden under the bright lights and wine are the corpses of the lower class people. Some people say that the truth of cyberpunk is the eternal tragedy, death and loss.

But a big man doesn't think so. He saved the Mann team, sent David and Lucy to the moon, and built a super-large ecosystem on the moon to fight against the new orbital airline.

And Jack finally made a name for himself. Not only did he become a big man in Night City, but he also became the mayor of Night City. The lark tied to the new America also got rid of the cage because of him and returned to the real "nature".

As for V, it depends on whether you are asking about Valerie, who vacationed with Judy in the newly built seaside resort in Heywood, or Vincent, who accompanied Panam to run the [Badland Ecological Park].

"All this comes from our greatest "Anti-Entropy", from our greatest company founder, Mr. Jiang Bing, who is known as the "Creator"!

Punch "Arasaka", kick "Military Technology", and slap "Biotechnology" a few times, so that they all crawl out of Night City in a hurry.

Thanks to "Anti-Entropy", thanks to our "Creator" Mr. Jiang Bing, we have such a wonderful day. Let us start a new day together with the cheers of thanks to Mr. Jiang Bing!

The world of Cyberpunk 2077 is the main focus.

Keywords: Zhutian, Cyberpunk, subverting the world, technology, cyborg doctor, company, middleman, Monster Hunter, The Witcher 3, Resident Evil, Dead Space, Warhammer, and a little love.

In her third year living in this steampunk world, Ciel gained the ability to simulate both the past and the future.

These simulations turned into a game where she could act without restraint, and after countless trials, real life became a replica she could navigate as though speedrunning it.

Churches, potions, mutations, the Old Gods, witches, sealed artifacts… none of these have anything to do with Ciel. She’s just an ordinary girl who wishes for a peaceful life.

She just happens to be particularly skilled at snuffing out danger before it even begins.

This is a daily routine after traveling to the world of cultivation and then to the world of My Little Pony.

Or maybe someone who wants to try to change the ending,

"No, no, the author is overthinking. I'm just a pony trying to take advantage of the situation. How can I have so many thoughts?"

"I was just wondering, Twilight Sparkle is called the Princess of Friendship, what should Pinkie Pie be called, Princess of Joy? Princess of Party? What about Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy?"

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to turn them into princesses, nothing else, really."

"After all, we are all ordinary ponies. It's normal to have ideals, right?"

A certain protagonist "naively" thought,

"Isn't that right, author?" a certain protagonist smiled at the author "peacefully".

Traveling through Tianlong, becoming Murong Fu, ambitious and unwilling to lie down.

This emperor, the Zhao family can do it, why can't I?

No way!

Beiming, Douzhuan, Jianglong, Yijinjing...

Song Dynasty, Dali, Liao Dynasty, Xixia...

The country is so beautiful that countless heroes compete for it!

Divine skills, beauties, and the country, all must be grasped, all must be strong!

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”

“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”

“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”

“You must think I’m mad.”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“It has already seen you.”

***

Oil is Its blood.

Thick smoke is Its breath.

Ore and steel are Its food.

The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.

The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.

They claim they are mere mortals.

Child, you’d best not argue.

You must understand:

Their technology is beyond comprehension.

Their production capacity is unimaginable.

A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.

Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.

How will you stop them?

With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?

You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.

***

“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”

“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”

[MC + Western Fantasy + Lord]

(Alternate Title: The Growth Diary of a God and His Church)

In the third year of the Light Calendar on the Rodri Continent, Ian addressed his people:

"I've said this countless times—defeating the Abyss and the Demon King doesn’t automatically make me the God of Light! And my MC world is not the Kingdom of Light!"

"Dragons—my Ender Dragon is not your Dragon God! Tell those dragonesses to stop coming here asking for offspring!"

"Dwarves—quit obsessing over Iron Golems and start researching Redstone technology! Golems don’t reproduce, no matter how much you tinker with them!"

"Elves—stop using bone meal to force the World Tree to grow! The Winged Clan has filed multiple complaints—your trees are shooting up like rockets and invading their territory!"

"At this rate, I might as well relocate all of you to the Twilight Forest!"

"And finally! Call me..."