[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!"

He was transported to Japan in 1912, only to discover that this bizarre world was inhabited by yokai (supernatural beings), and that as a samurai, he had an obligation to slay them? Fortunately, despite this hellish start, Taira no Harunobu awakened a system that allowed him to draw unique sword techniques and items from various works by training disciples! Under his careful tutelage, the older sister next door learned Thunder Breathing and Lightning Return, becoming the Inari Soul Sword Saint; the little girl who used to roam the streets mastered Laurent's Mind's Eye Blade, becoming a peerless swordswoman with every strike finding its opening; and the noblewoman lawyer was inspired by the Ashina style, mastering the profound principle that everything can be a sword… Huh? Why are there only girls in the dojo? Nonsense! Isn't he a man?! — So said Taira no Harunobu, the Swift Wind Swordsman, the Eternal Sword Saint, and the Guardian of the Samurai Clan.

Billions of years later, humanity experienced a technological explosion, inventing a miraculous real-world game editor. This editor could create realistic, material game worlds, allowing players to experience vibrant and diverse environments as if traveling through time. Players could bring real-world items into the game world and also bring various magical items or abilities from the game into reality. But what would happen if this amazing real-world game editor were accidentally obtained by a modern person billions of years in the future? [This story takes place on a parallel Earth. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.]

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Bai Luo traveled through time and space in the game, cultivating his own civilization from scratch. Explore, develop, expand, conquer. "My civilization is a farming civilization. We love peace and have been like this for thousands of years." "If you don't believe me, go ask the civilizations around us. They always have 0 negative reviews." "Really, we always convince people with reason. If you really don't understand reason, then I can also explain it myself."

After traveling to another world, Su Wen found himself transformed into a skeleton. Being a skeleton was pretty good. He could patrol his territory, mine, play with slimes, and even piece together his own foes after being torn apart by heroes. Then one day, Su Wen encountered the dying Goddess of Light and accidentally caught a tiny bit of the power of light. Faced with the goddess' tearful pleas, Su Wen reluctantly agreed. Restoring the glory of light is our duty! … “You’re a skeleton, why do you glow at night?” “Why is your necromancy so blinding?” “Help! What did I see? A necromancer using holy light?” Research has revealed that death ray is an extremely rare offshoot of holy light. And holy light belongs to light!

Lu Tao, who was originally a top player in the game, suddenly found himself transported to another world with his level, equipment, and supplies from eight dimensional pockets.

In a world where even gods only reach level 99, Lu Tao's level is a despair-inducing 100...

The fox queen who rules the mountains is his pet; the bloodthirsty and brutal wolf chieftain is his loyal servant; even the Storm Dragon King, who looks down on all living beings and stands at the top of the world, can only grovel at his feet and be a docile little dog.

Lu Tao looked up at the sky and sighed, "This other world is too easy!"

[Non-Human Protagonist + Behind-the-Scenes Flow + Church Cultivation] The wheels of the industrial age roll over the earth, sparks of steam and gears composing a melody. The extraordinary tides rise and fall, and an ancient and powerful power is about to return with the times. "Why have people been drowning in this sea lately..." "I almost couldn't save them, but luckily I have so many tentacles." "What did you say? A sacrifice for me?" "How many times do I need to say it, I'm not Cthulhu!" Dense tentacles in the deep sea waved continuously in response to the sound, stirring up a huge wave on the surface. Those on the steamship marveled at the power of the resurrected ancient gods, kneeling on the deck and trembling slightly. Only Ivan himself knew that he was not some mysterious old god, but a jellyfish trying to survive in another world...

In a distant and mysterious continent, there is an Internet cafe called Origin!

As soon as the store opened, the Internet cafe trend swept across the entire continent!

Countless strong and powerful people gathered in the Internet cafe!

A certain powerful man cried and begged: "Boss Ye, please let me play for one more hour!"

Boss Ye smiled faintly: "It's impossible to change the rules, not in this lifetime!"

Gods raise pious lambs, while wizards reap the fruits called "Gods." This is a world dominated by extraordinary wizards, and Roland unexpectedly transmigrates here, becoming one of many wizarding apprentices. Carrying his own player panel, Roland embarks on his wizarding journey. Researching potions, modifying bloodlines, altering spells, conquering the astral planes, hunting gods, pursuing truth—his shadow is present in everything. Many star ages later, a figure appears on the Throne of Truth, researching the birth and destruction of planes. "Knowledge is the source that moves everything; those who only know how to fight and kill are merely slaves to power." —Shadow of the Mortal World, Seeker of Truth, Ring of Truth, Crown of the Sun—Roland.