I was transported to another world and became a lord named Fanel.

I thought I could enjoy a wonderful life and embrace it.

But tell me, why are nobles so corrupt too? Not a single one of them is a traitor!

Saving the world and defeating the Demon King—aren't those tasks for heroes? Why don't you guys just sit idly by? What are you all doing?!

What does it mean that humans attacked the demons and casually burned down the elven forest? What does it mean that they slew the dragon and casually destroyed the dwarven kingdom?

What?! What did you say?! The external war is over, now it's a civil war?!

A fantasy farming adventure, a lord's journey! Transmigrating to a world of martial arts and magic, Monica inherits a meager fortune and becomes a small lord in a remote countryside. The land is barren, bandits roam freely, and the population is sparse. At first, Monica only wants to be a carefree, leisurely noblewoman at home…

He traveled through a game world set in a magical remake of World War I, becoming a hapless imprisoned man in London. Luckily, he knew the plot well and possessed a cheat code that allowed him to replicate other people's abilities. Since fate had already condemned him to a life sentence, he decided to set the mountain on fire. "Miss Witch, how can you govern a country with these insects?" "Madam, you don't want your general husband to discover you're a spy for the Six Nations, do you?" "Go ahead, Princess, what are you hesitating about? Failure is treason, success is revolution!" "You ask what's on board? Nothing, just a few thousand guns... Arms smuggling? Don't slander me! I'm clearly supporting a just cause!" ... and so on. By establishing a secret organization, operating an underground industry, weaving a spy network, and collecting hardcore...

[Farming and Development] [War and Plunder] [Interdimensional Invasion]

waaagh!

Traverse a world teeming with gods, wielding the war dragon banner, and grow stronger with every fight! Even the timid mushroom man can evolve into a gigantic orc!

Orc boy—Brutal Orc—Dark Orc—Big Orc—Orc Warlord, born and raised in the land, delighted by war!

More numerous than swarms of insects, stronger than dragons, and armed with weapons more powerful than dwarves, let the green tide engulf the world! waaagh!

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"

Transmigration is like entering hell mode. In the first year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign, a severe drought had begun in northern Shaanxi. For the next ten years, the land would be barren, and starving people would fill the fields! Li Wuyou had barely opened his eyes when trouble struck. Eating, drinking, and clothing were all luxuries. Fortunately, the [Druid Class Panel] was activated, allowing him to grow stronger by planting trees! No food? Plant chestnut trees, and the fruit would be plentiful. No water? Invent a water-absorbing tree, whose roots would connect directly to a sweet spring. No clothes? Cultivate a cotton-silk tree, with cotton threads hanging directly from its branches. When bandits, government troops, and even the Jurchen invaders trampled in, war treants rose from the ground, their roots as spears and their branches as shields! He had only one creed: plant trees. The Ming Dynasty could not stop them, the rebel army could not crush them, and the Eight Banners' scimitars could not cut them! Starting from northern Shaanxi, one green tree after another stubbornly spread until it covered the entire Loess Plateau. When the Yellow River, turbid for millennia, reflected a clear blue sky for the first time, and when the eyes of millions of desperate disaster victims rekindled with the flame of life, Li Wuyou knew that the history of the Ming Dynasty's demise had been completely rewritten by the green tide he had personally cultivated!

(Science fiction + space opera + civilization war, hardcore battlefield and philosophical questioning intertwined)

Warships roared, all races trembled, and humanity rose to prominence.

From the solar system to the core of the universe, from the brink of extinction to the throne of supremacy.

This is an epic of bloodshed, a hymn to rebellion, and the most insane gamble of civilization.

Conquer the stars or become dust in the universe.

When Hall woke up, he found himself transported to another world. Here lived humans, trolls, elves, dwarves, boar-men, five-colored dragons, and various humanoid creatures. To survive, Hall had to rely on his personal Mount & Blade system to build a lair, explore the unknown, resist attacks from other forces, conquer territories, and acquire various resources.

After the college entrance examination, Lin Xiao went online to find summer jobs in order to earn pocket money.

But when he accidentally clicked on an advertisement, he was dumbfounded. He found himself on an alien battlefield, becoming an interstellar mercenary.

Before me stretched an endless swarm of alien insects, along with space armor, spaceships, and robotic warriors.

Lin Xiao reluctantly joined the battle.

He soon discovered that although it was dangerous, the rewards were equally huge; by continuously completing missions, he could also earn a huge amount of money.

Two months later, on the interstellar battlefield.

Interstellar Commander: "Lin Xiao, in view of your numerous merits in the war,

The Legion has decided to promote you to Commander of the First Battle Group. Congratulations!

Lin Xiao: "I'm sorry, sir, I can't accept this."

The commander asked in confusion, "Why?"

"Because I have to go to school..."

What if the warships in our real world became ship girls? What changes would that bring to the world? The deep-sea creatures from another world gradually gain a foothold, plotting a war of annihilation against all of humanity. How should humanity and the ship girls break this deadlock? The Soviet Union's reorganization and Japan's unforeseen path will also impact the international situation. Changchun: "Although I once said that slacking off would get me caught digging potatoes, I've already retired! So, it's better to be a homebody playing games and watching anime~ However, if there's war, I, Changchun, will still be there whenever you call!" Anshan: "Sorry to keep you waiting, comrade. Now, please answer one question: Is this my final destination, or a new beginning?" This book blends different worldviews, featuring characters and settings from both Kantai Collection and Kantai Collection. This book strives to find a balance between anime-style cuteness and serious war history. Please read the pre-reading notice before reading. Pre-reading Notice: Nearly half a year ago, this book was first serialized on the Hedgehog Cat platform until yesterday. As a result, after updating just one chapter yesterday morning, the book exploded in popularity this afternoon. (The chapter was updated in the morning, and the book was shut down in the afternoon.) I just laughed. Writing a chapter praising the PLA's bravery and fearlessness in flood relief within my own country can lead to the entire book being shut down. Does your Hedgehog Cat platform mean you're siding with imperialism abroad and representing a bunch of bourgeois beggars at home? And that aloof editor, refusing to sign contracts or add staff, so unfriendly to newcomers—how are new authors supposed to stay in touch for consultations? Not allowing Chinese stories in a socialist country, you're really something. If word gets out, the US will laugh its head off. And that infuriating sensitive word mechanism, constantly locking up posts, acting like a coward and mourning its parents. With this distorted writing orientation, no wonder the books here are far inferior to the earlier ones. I couldn't stand this, so I came to Xirang to continue the story. I hope all my readers will understand and support me. "Farewell, Situ Shuke!" (Joyful Bookkeeper is the former name of Hedgehog Cat) Some settings [Friendly reminder: These settings were written in the early stages of this book, and some content has since been discarded by the author. Please refer to the settings presented in the main text of the novel.]