The silver sword slays demons, the meteorite iron breaks the shackles, and although the crow feathers are soaked in blood, they will eventually reflect the morning sun.

Closely adhering to the original Witcher universe, the game takes place after the main events of Geralt's story, with the Northern War drawing to a close and the world in a fragile state of reconstruction. Witchers are increasingly rare, their fear and hatred undiminished, but the potential for "monsters" persists. The protagonist, Leon, calls himself "Shadow Raven." He is not from any known school of thought, but an unexpectedly surviving experiment. A secret organization seeks to harness the mutant technology of witchers and combine it with other powers to create more powerful and controllable super soldiers/assassins. Leon is one of the few surviving subjects, but his control has deteriorated. In his quest to understand his origins and the meaning of his existence, Leon becomes embroiled in a new conspiracy orchestrated by his "creators." He must choose between saving the world and saving himself—to avoid becoming a complete monster or a tool.

Why are the evil spirits outside the village lying dead in the woods? Why do the water ghosts along the river die in the Pontar River? Who performed the head transplant on Ileris? And who brought Dijkstra to his senses? Who caused the unruly villagers' houses to catch fire late at night? Why does the hard-hearted Radovid suffer from frequent diarrhea? Why does Deanshil, who dances on graves, wet his bed every night? Behind all this, is it a warped humanity or a decline in morality? Watch the documentary "A Bite of Temeria" to witness the legendary life of the outlaw chef Zhang Xun!

My name is Sigmund, and this is the 27th day and the first day after my crossing.

Snowstorm, mountain village.

27 days is just the same day of reincarnation.

Cold and hungry, and a faint growl in the wind and snow.

In 27 days, I had 11 broken arms and 3 legs.

Don’t be surprised, I also buried 7 of myself.

Until the 28th day, in the diffuse snow, a dark ghost carriage broke the time cycle and appeared in front of my eyes.

The door opened, and the ancient parchment rolled slowly

Another world gold finger, or a novice reward for signing in for 28 days?

Between on and off, Sigmund was lost in thought.

…………

Traveling through time and space and nightmares, every time the carriage arrives, Sigmon gets rewards and becomes stronger, but even so, he still stubbornly believes that this car… is not serious.

Only because that day the carriage brought him two silver-haired women, one large and one small.

“My name is Ciri, and I’m from Kyle Morhan.”

“My name is Maria, from the Star Clock Tower.”

Are your horses pulling carts or pulling skins?

joke! I am a decent person, what can I do?

Ha ha……

The soul who traveled to the world of the Witcher wrote his own legend; (It has an intersection with Geralt and others, and was originally set in 1250. It is created based on the original novel and the world view of the game. Friends who like the Witcher can read it. The writing style may not be so delicate, please understand the shortcomings, thank you)

Kamal looked at the black body of the person in front of him, and the heart was so black that water could flow out. "Open it up." "Uh, Lord Kamal, I just have the flu, isn't that bad?" "No, your heart is broken and needs a new one." Looking at Kamal with a serious face, Coric silently apologized for the patient lying on the operating table, then cut open his chest with a knife. Poof, blood splattered all over the two of them... "Look at you, you have been interning for a month, why haven't you learned the skills of opening up the chest yet?" Coric: "..." This is the story of a man with mediocre magical talent who opened up an alternative wizard upgrade path. Doctor Kamal's skills are really getting more and more bizarre... (with gold fingers but no system, fictional steam background)

[Behind the Scenes + Curiosity + Not a Mother Teresa + Pseudo-ensemble Cast]

Execution in thirty days? No, that's the countdown for the nobles.

Geneticist Mo Chen was thrown into the Black Gate Prison, where he activated the [Gene Domination System] on his very first day.

Devouring, stitching together, evolving—every second is pushing the boundaries of what constitutes "humanity."

He first upgraded the prison boss to a "human centipede king," and then transformed the entire prison into a private breeding shed.

The family that framed him in the past has begun receiving "live deliveries":

The eldest son is missing, the collateral branches are fragmented like a jigsaw puzzle, and the ancestor's coffin has been gnawed down to just the genetic code.

The Imperial Inquisition deployed a massive force of steel, but before they could even touch the enemy's DNA, they were swallowed up by a tsunami of flesh and blood and turned into "battle-damaged specimens."

The nobleman's private chamber was dimly lit, and he was still mocking the "cage rat."

The next second, the third young master, with a human face and a rat's body, climbed onto the long table and smiled sweetly:

"Dad, I'm here to inherit the estate."

—Don't blink, the zombie brother just recognized his relatives, and you're next.

(In the abyss of darkness, no fallen leaf is innocent; humanity is twisted into beasts tearing each other apart. Kindness has long since become relics on the altar, while only evil thrives in the cycle—not because they reject the light, but because the first believers of the light have already turned to dust. Worldview)

Awakening from a coma, he finds himself no longer "human." This is a body stitched together, a defective product of a failed experiment. He was experimental material who "should have died." Yet he did not die. From experimental subject to wizard apprentice. From a Frankenstein's monster to a seeker of mystery. In this world ruled by wizards, where truth is the blade, every wizard pursues knowledge, deciphers the rules, and their ultimate goal is singular: to become an immortal being, to become the omniscient and omnipotent "Lord of Truth."

(The rating just came out; it will increase later.)

It's a bit slow to warm up; please point out any mistakes.

A bombing caused Luo Kunlun, who had traveled to the Blue Planet, to travel through time once again.

A medieval-style fantasy world, and... extraordinary powers!

The only thing we can rely on is the nanoneedles stored in the brain, which contain trillions of nanomachines.

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Wizards are supreme beings.

Mysterious and wise, a seeker of truth.

"But in essence, they are nothing more than a pack of beasts in human skin, exquisitely selfish, cruel, and hypocritical."

“You should dedicate yourselves to my path of truth, just as you have asked others to ‘dedicate themselves’.”

Countless years later, on the Mother River, Luo Kunlun spoke.

(In the early and middle stages, you will be in the Alliance, with two identities, and a semi-dark style. In the later stages, when you have strength, you will become a pure dark style.)

Zhao Feng, who was thrown into another world by a dump truck on a rainy night, became the most humble ant in the Pokémon world - a sixteen-year-old orphan. His only asset was a shabby house that even caterpillars were unwilling to live in.

While his peers were basking in the spotlight at the gym, he clutched an expired sandwich from the convenience store, peeking at the dazzling world at the junction of neon lights and shadows.

Until the blood words appeared on the retina: [Elf Hunter System Activated]

The first mission made his pupils tremble - stealing the elves from Dr. Li Xiang's research institute.

A ghost hunter at the top of the Dark Web's bounty list, a faceless VIP at the black market auction house, a forever blurred silhouette on the Alliance's wanted list... Zhao Feng danced on the tightrope. A Charizard burned through half the black market, carving a bloody path for him, a giant black Beedrill piercing the Stalker's throat...

Under the bloody dawn, the boy and his "stolen" elves tear apart the hypocritical utopia.

But the hunter will eventually understand that all the gifts of fate have already been marked with a price tag the moment the Poké Ball is snapped.

Upon waking up, Zhao Guangli's ordinary world has changed. In the era of destruction after the historical fault, the human alliance has been subjected to increasingly fierce demonic invasions. Mages with gunfire, energy and stone monsters flying together, knights armed to the point of godliness fill the world, and two morning stars illuminate the system known as the profession. The lake sirens in the stable zone, dark puppets, death knells, and ghosts in the paintings are wailing behind the curtain... The sacred tree of disaster is in constant fire, the slaughterhouse dismembers everything, the nightmare city devours dreams, and the rebellious soldiers of the kingdom are gnawing at the last line of defense of mankind... The dark cult is wreaking havoc within, and pain dances with the prosperity of the nobles. Zhao Guangli, who has no talent at all, embarked on the path of becoming a hunter one day. "Everyone says that the world is in chaos, but I want to turn the tide."