"My name is Roach. I'm not a horse, nor am I a carrot. I

'm currently in pieces (literally), but since I've been put back together, I can be considered alive.

I don't have any special hobbies, nor do I have any special interpersonal relationships. By local standards, even if I'm not illiterate, I can be considered illiterate.

My main daily tasks are fishing, making soup, chopping wood, and feeding horses.

I haven't traveled around the world. You asked me what my main job is? Probably pets.

What are I good at? It seems that I'm not particularly good at anything. If I have to say, it's probably courting death.

If I have to say, I'm quite confident in my appearance because the witch praised me for being cute."

The man, with scars left by healed wounds on his face, smiled like a child as if he had just emerged from a hellish battlefield, and raised the axe in front of him.

The Outland God Anaric has many names. It is the evil god recognized by the secular world, the polluter of the world, the corrupter of souls, the invisible and intangible darkness and the end, leading everything to the end of collapse and extinction. The last time Anaric came to reality, all babies born within eleven years had no self-awareness, and only deformed bodies continued to devour and excrete endlessly.

However, believers who worship it claim that Anaric is the true god, the only god who has no origin and is not created, and has always existed. The gods that are widely worshipped today are nothing more than demons born from the breath of the true gods. To believe in them is to destroy the freedom of one's own soul.

Cesar doesn't know which is true and which is false, but Anaric's path has been like a bone-eating poison, filling his soul with madness. It is forcing him to step into the fate of the shadow of the evil god step by step.

Corruption is spreading, madness is spreading in people's hearts, religious disputes have set off wars of unprecedented intensity and scale, and various races are slaughtering each other with fanatical emotions, causing war, looting, plague, famine and death all over the world, and giving birth to more and more twisted evil things.

Who can be the savior? Anyone can, but he definitely can't.

Lin Rui traveled through time and space, and as a savior, he came to a forest full of elves.

The complexity of this world was far beyond his imagination. Human civilization had long been extinct, men no longer existed, and women were barely surviving... and now, the orcs were ruling the continent.

Due to the destruction of the "Black Beast Group", the elves, who were all female, lost the sacred tree on which they depended for survival, and also lost their only means of reproduction.

Extinction is only a matter of time.

"For the survival of our elves, please become our king and give us your supreme and noble bloodline..."

The noble and graceful dark elf queen Olga knelt in front of Lin Rui and begged bitterly.

...Ah?

Steel is my scales, flames cast my bones.

The blood of the red dragon and the iron dragon interweaves and fuses in my body, creating a dazzling new life. Flames and steel are my innate talents, and adaptation and evolution are my power to prove eternity.

The weak are full of concerns, but the king has no taboos.

Anyone who can't kill me will make me stronger.

In front of me, those who kneel live, and those who stand die. All things live and die under my control, and I can decide life and death at will.

If the whole world is against me, I will burn this world with the power of a dragon, and then rule its ashes.

My name is Garros, the world respects me and fears me, and respects me as the eternal and immortal dragon!

The scarlet flower of corruption blooms in the borderland, and the most holy and pure White Witch becomes the new king of corruption. The blue blood that has been passed down since ancient times flows under the dark tide, and the great and brilliant Duke intends to subvert the music of order. The unknown secret history disappears into nothingness, and the wizard who travels through time and space longs to see through the delirium of the world. As for me? I don't care. I will set up four pillars, guide four philosophers, and lead an absurd and ridiculous drama of salvation. Then, it’s time for me to go to the table and enjoy it! ps: This book does not follow the traditional wizard writing routine. There are no chips, no wizard academy, and no knights before wizards. The wizard supernatural system in this book is in its primitive and ignorant stage. There is no clear and rigid level of power, and it is generally fuzzily classified according to knowledge. So you don't see first-level wizards, second-level wizards,...