A black crescent giant that blocks out the sun

A starry sky filled with frost, snow and death A cold

black sun that reflects shadows

A sad, wailing, incomplete monster

...

"Is this really a puppet?" Seeing this scene, people's pupils trembled.

"Of course," a figure with a happy smile gently pushed up the small round glasses on the bridge of his nose in response to everyone's disbelief, "After all, their puppeteer is much more outrageous than them."

(Really invincible, slow to warm up, a lot of foreshadowing, trying to fill the pit)

【High-level martial arts + cosmic backdrop + system panel + no romance + ruthless + non-cliché power fantasy】

“Li Qingshan, Mizong Step usually takes at least two years to master... What? You achieved mastery in a month?”

“Nine Heavens Thunderwind Blade is an A-rank martial art. It’s extremely difficult to even begin—it requires both Thunderclap Blade and Shadowwind Blade to be fully mastered as prerequisites... Wait, you've already started practicing it?”

“Body Tempering Stage Ten only allows movement speed of 50 m/s and maximum punching force of 10 tons. Li Qingshan, how do you dare fight a mech one-on-one? …You’ve already won?”

“Li Qingshan, your talent is unparalleled—but your cultivation time is far too short. There’s no need to go head-to-head with those ancient eldritch gods!”

“Talent? You’re wrong. I never had talent. Every bit of my strength comes from relentless cultivation, one step at a time.”

Li Qingshan sat cross-legged beneath the starry sky, gazing calmly at the swarm of ancient evil gods sweeping in from beyond the galaxy.

“You come from time immemorial... but can you withstand my cultivation of millions of years?”

He closed his eyes.

Within the Martial Dao Space, he devoted millions of years to training, untouched by fatigue.

When he opened them again, his cold gaze cut across the stars...

In an era of interstellar expansion, alien beasts rampage and ancient evil gods loom.

Martial arts has sparked a new evolutionary craze. Mechs and battleships dominate the cosmos, but individual power and collective intellect shine side by side.

Li Qingshan traversed into this world, bringing with him a system panel:

Any technique or skill can be recorded.

No comprehension needed.

No talent required.

No bottlenecks.

As long as he works hard, he gets stronger. Once proven, always proven.

He also possesses a Martial Dao Space, where:

Time is accelerated

Stamina is unlimited

Cultivation never stops

A knight in a fantasy world accidentally inherits the legacy of an immortal cultivator. What kind of story will he experience in the abyss, the lair of demons? ------------------------------------- (This article does not strictly follow the relevant settings of DnD or Pathfinder)

While browsing a forum post titled "Newbie Monk Character Setup Tips," Li Yi was transported to a fantasy world. He arrived in a desolate wasteland, equipped with a Monk character panel. He would see: ancient ruins, dark dungeons; stubborn dwarves, elegant elves. And above, in the sky, a colossal dragon with outstretched wings, breathing fire. A fantastical world would slowly unfold before his eyes. (Pseudo-D&D, primarily 3R, but includes secondary settings.)

In the misty sea fog, on the deck of the ghost ship, Hern Iheroa gazed into the distance, using a brass telescope inlaid with inhuman eyeballs, at a geometrically indefinable outline. He mechanically tore at the rotting fish flesh in his hands, stuffing it into the relatively neat slit in front of his skull, known as the "mouth." At that moment, only two questions occupied Hern's mind. First, when would he find a doctor? Second, what about the remaining 1,278 mouths on his body after he had eaten his fill—"So, doctor, is there... any hope for us?"

A world full of magic and wonders, where dragons stand for metals, sprites stand for farming, knights cultivate qi, mysterious wizards dwell. In this world, a man who had transmigrated into the body of a baron, follows the prompts of mysterious symbols to change his destiny.

Eric, the son of a blacksmith, refuses to be ordinary. Armed with his hand-forged dagger, he forms the Spark Mercenaries and embarks on a perilous adventure. From a small border town to the turmoil of four continents, he forges a path through time, forging his own path into a legendary warrior. Amidst the flames and smoke, he writes his own epic and heartfelt story.

Ma Ran, playing the role of an ability user.

In order to save the earth, he gradually became a master of acting, with countless aliases, each with its own unique style.

The sword cleaves the Demon Mountain, the Seven-Spinning Sword Sect, and the sword master Lin Qiubai!

Tearing apart mechs with bare hands, the Blood Lotus Demon Sect, the arrogant Demon Prince!

Thunder shatters the heavens, wondrous magic of the immortal realm, Zhao Guanlan!

The game's main god, Xuan!

He manifests his divine abilities in public, leading the trend of the times; he lends his support behind the scenes, steering the course of civilization!

QQ group: 858112973

"Welcome to the infinite disaster survival game."

Here, you can get all kinds of wonderful items.

However——

You have to survive first.

In order to save his grandfather, Wen Zheng made up his mind and embarked on this infinite survival journey.

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[Survival at Sea]

The storm is just the beginning, and the unknown sea beast has already opened its bloody fangs. But all this cannot overcome the human heart that begins to ferment in desperate situations...

[Survival on a Deserted Island]

If civilization is heading for extinction, tiny islands are scattered across the vast ocean...

[Survival in Famine]

To survive or die, all species are facing a cruel test, and humans have fallen from the top of the food chain...

To be continued in the world...

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In between levels, Wen Zheng cherishes his peaceful real life more and more, but his own world also begins to show uncertain omens

If you think "Infinite Disaster Survival" is good, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends in your QQ group and Weibo!

Years later, as Rodel Koleps, the Lord of Star Law, sat on his supreme throne, facing the Round Table Hall and the core members of the mysterious society he had unwittingly founded, he would always recall that distant afternoon, shortly after arriving in this classic fantasy world, when he successfully used a pitchfork to perform the [Combat Skill: Thrust] in the fields. Oh, and, by the way, that golden tree that only he could see back then...