He transmigrated to a fantasy world and became Javin, the heir to the Downs family. Not only was he physically weak and unable to cultivate the family's breathing technique, but he also frequently had to fight various monsters in his dreams, expending enormous energy. Fortunately, he unintentionally consumed the Black Serpent Blood Crystal, unlocking a page in the "Magic Codex," allowing him to convert monster skills into spell models. Black Serpent (Tier 1): Basic Skill: Black Serpent Breathing Technique (Blood Crystal Unlocked) Racial Skills: Charge (Blood Crystal Unlocked), Poison Mist (Blood Crystal Unlocked) Years later, with the appearance of monster panels such as the Undead Lord, Soul-Eating Nightmare, and Six-Winged Angels, the cultivation methods and skills of these powerful monsters became new sorcery spells… On the monument of the sorcerer world, the powerful sang his praises: "The Eternal Wizard Javin is the strongest wizard in the current sorcerer world, the embodiment of truth, and the calamity of all evil alternate dimensions." "Don't just mention his power; Lord Javin's innovative magic potion from many years ago is now…" Now he's spread across the seven continents. He could have been the wealthiest potion merchant in the wizarding world. "Young Master Jawaharlal? I always thought he was a monster, a monster smarter than all other monsters."... When facing a group of genius wizards who had traversed countless thorns to finally see his back, Jawaharlal offered this humble statement—"The so-called supreme wizard is never a calamity from another dimension. He's merely a pitiful person who pursued truth, but inadvertently wove lies into his flesh, and is forever consumed by loneliness." Also known as: *Wizards: The Monsters' Skills are All Truth* and *The Calamity of Another Dimension*.

What are Joan of Arc's three good points? Kindness, ignorance, and easy to seduce. Whether it's Black Joan, White Joan, Young Joan, Blue Joan, Red Joan, or whatever Joan of Arc is, they're all mine! What? You say there's no Red Joan or Blue Joan? They just look the same, so it's fine.

I accidentally found a door to anywhere, amazing!

So he pushed it in, reckless!

Traveling through the Apocalypse and encountering zombies, scary!

Push the door again to avoid it!

When I go through it again, I see a door that leads to another world. Divination!

When my Japanese friends heard this, they burst into tears!

Yes, I am very happy!

Zheng Ge is awesome!

This is a story about Zheng Ge who accidentally got a fragment of Daluotian and brought Qin law to the world, restored order to the heavens, unified writing, unified wheels, and unified currency and weights and measures.

One day, I will plant the black water dragon flag of the Great Qin in every corner of the heavens and the worlds - Zulong·Shihuangdi·Lord of the Immortal Qin·Zheng, surnamed Ying and Zhao.

Your Majesty, your notoriety is known to everyone from the Kunlun Immortal Realm in the East to the Pantheon in the West - the Lord of the Main Temple.

According to Qin law, you will be stripped of your immortal bones, your soul will be scattered, and you will fall into reincarnation for generations - Li Si.

Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you - the soldiers of the Immortal Qin.

Wind, wind, strong wind!

[Refreshing story + invincible protagonist + extraordinary potion system + bizarre monsters + wilderness migration and survival + item fusion and evolution + decisive and ruthless + extreme survival]

In May, when the world was shrouded in eerie fog, some people drew their swords over half a moldy steamed bun by the campfire of the migrating team. Meanwhile, Ling Feng was chewing on a piece of wheat bread in his mobile fortress. The rotten, hard lumps mixed with morning dew and peach wood had somehow become a fluffy staple food, with a sweet aroma that also carried the scent of exorcising evil spirits.

This ability was forced out by the Shadowfiend. When the Shadowfiend was chasing him to the brink of death, three wrecked cars suddenly twisted into a campervan with runic iron netting, and the faint light repelled the ghost.

He hid himself extremely well: during the day, he covered the fortress with withered branches, hiding it at the back of the line as scrap metal; at night, he activated the oxygen supply system, cultivating soul-suppressing herbs and vegetables in the cultivation chamber. But if any tomb raiders dared to touch the fortress, he would use a binding rope made of ink line and ghostly fingernails to create bait, throwing it into the fog to lure away the Crying Bone.

While others sought exorcising talismans and water, he had already used the Shadow Demon Soul Core to create an extraordinary potion. A glimmer in his eyes allowed him to see through the truth: the Crying Bone harmed people with the Heart-Eating Curse, requiring the fusion of Soul-Suppressing Grass and a Copper Bell to make Tranquilizing Incense; the Painted Skin Ghost was hiding in the crowd, requiring the use of a fragment of the Demon-Revealing Mirror and a flashlight to create a Deception-Dispelling Lamp to expose him.

The migration was long and arduous, the rotting wood forest thick with black sap that clung to souls, old clothes piled high, hooking fingers with deadly intent; the human heart was more treacherous than ghosts. But Lingfeng's fortress was always brightly lit, and the tomatoes in the cultivation pods bore golden-edged fruit, imbued with the power of the potion. He turned the steering wheel, the iron mesh shattering the ghostly shadows, the tires crushing white bones, chewing on bread as he looked at the chaos in the rearview mirror, and let out a cold laugh.

In this world, the strongest source of confidence isn't prayer, but the ability to turn scrap metal into a demon-slaying sword and moldy steamed buns into hot meals. Ling Feng happens to excel at this.

Lin En woke up in severe pain, and before his eyes was a primeval forest that blocked out the sun.

A car accident? A body shrinking? No, that's not the worst!

At the brink of death, the Clow Cards awakened from the depths of his soul! The power of the rules turned into a natural disaster, and the forest instantly became a purgatory. He was not a magician, but merely the source and fuel of this disaster, and his own uncontrolled power almost drained his soul!

Fortunately, he was rescued by Makarov, the president of Fairy Tail, and Lin En thought he had found his home.

A body drained of magic power, its essence shattered. Even more fatal is the 52 Clow Cards, each possessing its own consciousness, scattered across another world, their whereabouts unknown!

There is no sealed book! There is no sealed key!

Every attempt to get close and reclaim it is a dance with death! The gentle "Tree Card" rejects him, only to protect his fragile body; the absolute silence of the "Silence Card" nearly annihilates his soul; the "Mirror Card" replicates malice, and the "Illusion Card" tears apart reality... Every card is a walking disaster!

"Why are you hiding from me? I need you!"

The plot gears begin to turn... Lucy joins, the ghosts attack, the gate of Hades opens! In this dangerous world full of S-class wizards, how can he protect himself?

The only way to survive is to find the scattered cards and re-establish ties with these "embodiments of rules"!

In his left hand is the Fairy Tail emblem, and in his right hand is the Out of Control World Destruction Card.

Lin En, dragging his broken body, embarked on the thorny road of recovering disaster-level cards in the magical world...

Han Ning awoke to find himself a palm-sized grass carp at the bottom of Misty Mountain Lake. Hungry water snakes and ferocious monsters roamed the area; the strong prey on the weak, and danger lurked everywhere. In this desperate situation, Han Ning unexpectedly activated the [Druid Panel]. Vines entwined, accelerating the growth of vegetation and healing wounds… his shapeshifting ability alone rivaled the Seventy-Two Transformations. He could transform into humans, plants, animals, and even inanimate objects. While cultivators on land fought tooth and nail for opportunities, he was already cultivating spiritual plants, constructing his own celestial realm, expanding his territory, and dominating the waters—taking his first step towards becoming a Waterborne Demon Saint.

Lu Xingchen is a transmigrator who has transmigrated twice. The first time, he directly transmigrated to the world of Lord of Mysteries, landing as a demigod. Unfortunately, unable to outmaneuver certain cunning old foxes, he could only play with witches instead. The second time he transmigrated, Lu Xingchen arrived in Douluo Continent, thinking he was just a casualty, but unexpectedly, the Chaos Sea transmigrated with him. Lu Xingchen: Things are getting interesting. Hypnosis series, start… oops, wrong. It should be… Brigitte, don't turn around, I am Di Tian. …However, there's one thing Lu Xingchen miscalculated. The people here don't seem to be much smarter than those in Lord of Mysteries. Ya Li: Be my son! Lu Xingchen: ? ? Where did you get that white beard?! I really need to control you properly now.

[Game influences reality] [Slightly distorted] [The system is not omnipotent and will continue to upgrade]

He nearly died a horrible death in the dungeon at the start, only to be bound to a game panel riddled with bugs. Left with no other choice, Zhou Yan embarked on a path of feigning genius, primarily relying on swindling food and drink.

The prodigy unleashed a full-force punch, yet he remained completely unmoved. Everyone was astonished: "Could he be a once-in-a-millennium innate holy body?"

Zhou Yan inwardly groaned, "Damn it, one punch took away 99% of my health! What kind of monster is this! Luckily, my health bar wasn't empty, so it's just a minor injury."

He easily saw through all pretense. The powerful being was astonished: "Does this child possess an unparalleled immortal eye that can see through all laws?"

Zhou Yan: "I just forgot to turn off the special effects of the eye costume... As for seeing through it? That's what it says on the minimap and panel."

The invisible wall traps monsters, a conceptual god-tier item, and everything can be upgraded. With continuous updates and Zhou Yan's development, the panel is becoming more and more powerful.

Years later, Zhou Yan stood atop the Immortal Realm, his face earnest: "Actually, I was just an ordinary person at the beginning, do you believe me?"

Thousands of cultivators, their eyes brimming with tears, cried out in unison, "Those who understand the heavens! The immortal's words contain the ultimate truth!"