【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.)

He Xi journeys into a magical world and begins his game with the [Item Control System]—not only does it give him a blast, but it also lets his friends enjoy it all! Give your homely dog ​​Bruce the [Fire Master], and the loyal canine instantly transforms into a magical god, using Pyroblast as a basic attack! Give the much-despised, useless otaku the [Mosquito Leader], and he'll soar from the ground into a summoner, summoning a swarm of insects with a wave of his hand! And give the silent, taciturn elf girl with a tragic past... Wait! I'm only giving away items, not myself! Don't attack me straight away! A world filled with villains and endless conspiracies? He Xi is fearless, wholesale powerful items, and assembles a uniquely stylish "cheat" team. "Reason? Rules? Listen carefully—" "Bruce, stop yelling at him, Pyroblast!" "Woof! (Roger that!)" "—Target right in front, fire!" [This is a fantasy adventure story where the protagonist is busy giving cheats to the whole team, and as a result, his teammates gradually become inhumane.] [Keywords: system flow, Dihua flow, lighthearted and funny, passionate adventure]

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.

People cannot live without faith.

But here, faith became a tool for the nobles to exploit the common people.

Corleone came into this world, accompanied only by a ball of light that could give birth to the commandments.

His enemies say he is a demon who harvests souls in the name of faith.

His followers say he is the Father who brings truth and liberates souls.

At first, Corleone just wanted to have a safe and free home in this turbulent and dangerous world.

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!

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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...