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A game where everyone travels through time. Yang Yi, as a player, is forced to join the game of survival.

Some lucky people have special ships.

For example, the Iron Ambition, which is armed to the teeth.

For example, the Wind, which rides the wind and waves and cannot be seen at all.

For example, the Iron Head, which has a huge ram and moves forward without hesitation.

But Yang Yi, his ship is called the Nightmare, which is a ghost ship...

Contains Cthulhu elements, the protagonist will not live a comfortable life, it is not a light text

Good news, I've traveled through time. Bad news, it's Greek mythology. Good news, I traveled through time very early, before the gods were born, and I was the first creature of Chaos Chaos. The souls from another world changed the trajectory of fate, and Tarun discovered that by pushing fate forward, he could become stronger, and so... an invisible force was added to the torrent of history. "The so-called fate is destined, and as for what fate is, I have the final say." Said Tarun, the god of fate. This book is also known as [I am a God in Greece], [The God King is Changing, the Prophet is Iron] - there are already "Lord of Mysteries", "This Game is Too Real", "Super God Mechanic", "This Dungeon is Growing Mushrooms", "Why Become an Immortal Without Money?" and other high-quality reading experiences with tens of thousands of subscriptions, please feel free to read!

Years later, when Nabokov was lecturing on Russian literature in the United States, he proceeded in this way.

In the pitch-black room, he first turned on a corner lamp and declared, "Pushkin is the first shining light of Russian literature."

He then flicked on a central lamp and declared, "This is Gogol." He then turned

on another lamp and declared, "This is Chekhov."

Then, striding to the window, he forcefully ripped open the curtains, letting in the bright sunlight, and exclaimed, "This is Tolstoy!"

After calming down for a moment, a student raised their hand and asked, "Professor, what about the sky outside?"

"You know it without me telling you." Nabokov opened the window and gazed at the boundless sky:

"The source of the modern world! Both spiritually and physically!"

The immortal Mikhail Romanovich Raskolnikov! "

Simplified version: Back to the winter of 1843 in Russia, Mikhail gradually became a Russian literary giant and even the spiritual leader of the entire European continent.

This book is also known as: "The Years I Diagnosed Diseases in Russia", "You Don't Even Dare to Diagnose Diseases? Then You Are Not a Literary Giant!"

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Victor Hugo: "You all call me the 'Conscience of France,' but right now it beats in Lionel's breast!" Émile Zola: "'Naturalism' or 'Realism'? No, only Lionel's 'Modernism' belongs to the 20th century!" Gustave Flaubert: "Maupassant was my best student, Lionel my confidant." Guy de Maupassant: "Lionel's only shortcoming was that he had not contracted the noble, majestic syphilis." Anton Chekhov: "What else do we need in this world besides sunshine, air, water, and a smile? Lionel's works, of course!" Leo Tolstoy: "Are you suggesting that I go to Sweden to accept the Nobel Prize that Lionel Sorel refused?" Arthur Conan Doyle: "To be Sherlock Holmes's assistant, to be accepted by Lionel...

"So you're saying that the world is going to end, so you want to steal a rocket?"

"That's really interesting. I've caught people who robbed gold shops, banks, and even trains, but I've never caught people who robbed rockets."

"What do you think? Even if you really managed to steal a rocket, would you be able to drive it?"

Lin Xu, who was sitting opposite the man, nodded slowly.

"Yes."

"Really, I've driven it countless times."

"Also, you guys really need to hurry up, I don't have time."

"No time?"

The man laughed.

"Are you busy?"

"Very busy."

Lin Xu nodded.

"I have to go destroy the next world."

"Hey, picking a bard for a roleplay? Are you sure? Isn't that just a mascot who plays the piano, buffs things, and flirts with girls?" "Well, it depends on who you're playing as. Ordinary bards are like that." "What else?" "What if my roleplay is Li Bai?" "...poetry, wine, swordsmanship, and chivalry?" "That's right! You need his talent, his swordsmanship, and even more so, that heroic and unrestrained spirit of 'I was born to be useful, and even if I lose all my money, I'll get it back!'" Upon waking, roleplay player Rorschach discovered he had traveled to a world of swords and sorcery with his newly created [Bard Li Bai] character card. Dragons roared, elves whispered, dwarves forged swords, and arcane magic flashed. And he, a bard supposedly at the bottom of the adventurer's contempt hierarchy, discovered that his poetry could be transformed into magic, and drinking could restore...