DND background + a lot of self-settings, no DND foundation is required to ensure reading experience——————"So you mean, we just signed a contract, you are now my master, and I became a magic contract master?" "That's right." "But, just now, you accidentally killed me in the process of signing the contract?" "Not quite accurate, you see you are still alive now..." The first time Cui Lin accidentally came to this world made up of countless adventure stories, he learned two pieces of news: the good news is that he became a professional and a magic contract master; the bad news is that his master seems to be a little abnormal.

What are the basic qualities of a villain? Transmigrating into the body of a villainous lord destined to be killed by the hero, inheriting all the family's underground businesses: slave trade, potion smuggling, cult gatherings, forbidden rituals… In a dark, insane, twisted magical world, the only way to survive is to become one with it all…? He scoffed at the idea. "If you feel your territory is chaotic and unmanageable, and the people and nobles are all eyeing your position—then don't doubt it, you simply haven't had enough corpses hanging from your city gates."

The book is also known as: [Soldier Assault: Blue Army Whetstone], [I am the best at dealing with old A mentality! ]

It is said that the Blue Army is the whetstone of the Red Army, but among the thousands of Red Army soldiers, there is an exception.

It is the opposite of Tiangang.

From a company that was about to be reorganized and disappear, it counterattacked and became the whetstone of the Blue Army that made the Blue Army tremble in fear.

It is just--

The 7th Steel Company of the 702nd Mechanized Infantry Regiment of the 84th Group Army of the People's Liberation Army of China.

Mysterious resurrection, the world is like a prison.

This world needs a great emperor to lead humanity to victory. — Black Emperor Chen Shoushan.

[Mysterious Resurrection Fanfiction, the protagonist's ability comes from the lawyer path of the Lord of Mysteries. 】

He was transported to a fantasy adventure world of swords and magic. After reading the Fireball spell from the mage skill book given to him upon registering with the Adventurers' Guild, Allen aimed it at a training dummy and began chanting a meditation spell. "Magic skills require daily practice; even the best newcomers need months, even years, to master them..." Before the crippled dwarf could finish speaking, a blazing fireball with a smiling face flew from Allen's palm. Allen then went to the "Return to the Furnace," a place that specialized in recycling junk, and bought a broken staff. "So you're planning to use this broken staff as a flail to smash those monsters?" the dwarf couldn't help but complain, only to notice the broken staff, now wrapped in strips of cloth, shimmering with a dazzling purple light. Even after the two set off on their adventure, the dwarf teased Allen, who stubbornly insisted on heading in a certain direction. "This..."

"I was once the Grand Master of the Paladins, until I got carried away and seduced the Saint, earning divine punishment." "I was once the Cyber ​​Queen, until the gods envied my astonishing wisdom." "I was once a Buddhist cultivator, until I... killed too many cultivators and incurred the wrath of the gods." "I was once a cultivator, until I... offended a powerful Buddhist and incurred the wrath of the gods." "I was once a witch, until I accidentally told a monstrous lie to the gods." "What about you, Li Ye? What crime did you commit to be thrown here?" """"" Faced with the inmates' questioning, Li Ye reluctantly replied, "The gods said I destroyed the world, a heinous crime. Isn't that ridiculous?"... The exile, the garbage dump of the multiverse, is a place where monsters run rampant, karma abounds, natural disasters wreak havoc, and royal authority is shattered. Sinners abandoned by the gods struggle in vain, some like stray dogs by the roadside, others yearn to be kings...

Welcome to the world of "fairy tales," where a blood moon hangs high and a curse gnaws at the earth. The sugar coating of the fairy tale has long since peeled off, leaving only the stench of bones and burnt sulfur. You were once a traveler from another world, now a prisoner of nightmares. The thorns of the Silver Soul Church pierce the sky, the devil's ice mirror freezes the soul, and the witch's curse crushes innocence to dust. Here, a match ignites not hope, but a city-burning inferno; a magic lamp promises not a wish, but a pact of flesh and blood. Grip your demon-slaying sword tightly and load your six enchantment cartridges...

[Farming] + [Isekai] + [Multiple Races] + [Multiple Heroines] + [Comedy]

When I opened my eyes, I found myself as the weakest lord in another world, facing a siege by monsters and on the verge of total annihilation.

The old steward, holding the ancestral "holy sword," knelt before me with a tragic air: "My lord, only you can draw it and awaken the power of our ancestors!"

I looked at the group of emaciated militiamen behind him, and then at the densely packed army of monsters below the city wall.

Then, I silently opened the "system shop" in my mind, skipped the Holy Sword icon, and clicked directly on the one next to it—

[Limited-time flash sale for 599,000 gold coins: Dongfeng-17 Hypersonic Missile (Otherworldly Magical Edition), with bonus precision strike service]

“Um…” I patted the butler on the shoulder and spoke up in his hopeful gaze.

Can our warehouse be used as collateral for a loan?

The quiet and peaceful Monster Camp is where the goblins have lived for generations, happily breeding here, living in harmony with the world. Until one day, an adventurer, wielding the Dawn Glaive and with monster heads hanging from his waist, entered, pushing a wooden cartwheel. Sherlock, smiling, declared to the goblins, "Any goblin taller than the cartwheel must die." The goblins responded with a "Gugugugugugu!" (Haha, you fool! How could a goblin be taller than the cartwheel?) Sherlock replied, "If you're all right, let's begin now." With a gentle push, Sherlock leveled the cartwheel. The goblins responded with a "%...&￥%￥!!!" ... [A pseudo-D&N world, slow-paced adventure, featuring both magic and martial arts, and a collection of monster encyclopedias] This book is also known as "The Strongest Adventurer on Earth, a Ruthless Map Pusher," "This Rider..."

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.