Why does Rhodes retain his history as the Terra womanizer? You all don't know, this story has been embellished... He sold his body in Kazdel; my ancestors were from the Banshee Royal Court, the real Queen Ramaren, selling a royal covenant for each transaction. Otherwise, how could a Drak, exiled from Victoria, have become the King of Kazdel...?

Who is holding the piece?

Is this a dream...

Falin opened his eyes. This was like a dream, but not a dream. He could not feel the collision or the temperature. This place was very mysterious.

A firefly, a sofa, a fireplace, a small room, a red carpet, a spirit, a door...

Farin left the sofa. He had never been to this place before. Where was this? Occasionally, there was a clicking sound outside the door, not like footsteps, but more like pieces falling on a chessboard.

Falin looked at the decoration of the room. It was small and dark, but warm. The stove contributed a flickering light to the room. Not far from the sofa was a dark red desk and an old wooden chair. There was a small window, and the moonlight was faintly shining through the window.

At some point, the sound of chess pieces dropping outside stopped, and Farin nervously glanced at the door. After a moment, there was indeed no sound outside. Farin shifted his gaze elsewhere. The fireflies seemed to have frozen, suspended in the air, and the occasional flicker of fire in the stove had also stopped... It was as if time had stood still...

Only Farin was able to move. Farin pushed open the door and saw a large hall outside. In the center of the hall was a long table... There were many mist-like figures sitting beside the table.

He looked around and saw many doors on the wall. But he gradually realized something was wrong. The wall couldn't hold so many doors, yet there were so many doors. Blood was flowing from under some of the doors, and some were broken. Falin saw a sofa inside, and a woman was lying on the sofa. Her throat was cut, and she was lying there quietly. Behind each door was the same...

Lowe: "Um, Surtr, how do you use this 'Leivatin'?" "Lowe, watch carefully, I'll only teach you once." "The power of fire, it's used like this." A tall demon appeared behind Surtr, its arms outstretched, grasping the two-meter-long greatsword. "Leivatin!" Talulah: "Don't you Rhodes Island people have your own Originium Arts?"

Group number—930819953 (please find the removed chapters in the group), answer: [Rhodes Island] Skadi, favored by calamity, Specter, torn between madness and reality, her unchanging, suffocating "daily life"—finally disrupted by an abrupt visitor. "You...flow with blood similar to ours, no, even more 'abnormal' than ours," the visitor from the deep sea said to Olsen. Natural disasters, marine heirs, the deep sea, Oripathy, and... a flush toilet. Olsen, realizing he'd been inexplicably dragged into the events again, could only... [squid fried]

[This is my first work. Because I felt deeply disappointed by the plot of the original story, I tried to write my own fantasy. It's a story I wrote step-by-step, so there might be logical inconsistencies.]

The content is largely a heavily modified version of Arknights' main storyline. Characters may deviate from their original designs, but they definitely won't be severely altered (probably?).

[The character is reborn as an old Ursus Eagle Bannerman of Terra with his memories intact, emmm…]

The suffering of this land has never changed. Rather than compromising and indulging in the sugar-coated luxury of so-called nobility and pursuing unrealistic stability, it is better to break free from a decadent life, join hands with idealists in the struggle, build a future with the weapons in our hands, and open up the way forward with the sword of truth.

However, the road ahead is long and arduous, and the journey is fraught with difficulties…

Who? Whom will be saved?

Ye Qiming's team was caught in a time-space storm and could not escape. At the critical moment, Ye Qiming burst out his potential to send his team members away, but he himself was swept into the Ark of Tomorrow and became an infected person.

Su Xing came to Terra to become a doctor. In this land, hunger, disease, exploitation, oppression, war, death are like a shadow. Most people live better than death. Looking at these scenes, Su Xing realized that the world was already sick to the extreme. What he needed was a vigorous revolution. Terra, are you ready to face the fourth natural disaster?

You probably don't know what it's like to join Rhodes Island with a hastily cobbled-together resume. I can only describe it in two words: broke. But after joining, I can tell you, everyone at Rhodes Island is incredibly kind and talented. Mmm... I love it here! This book is also known as [A Young Man Arrives in the World of Terra].

"Commanding an army group and taking charge of the overall situation? Me?" Victor Kalashnikov put down his wine glass, pushed away the elegantly dressed bunny girl, and pointed to himself incredulously. “Yes, young master.” The blood-soaked officer nodded, his voice filled with sorrow: “The general was assassinated on his way back from meeting the emperor, and… he has been confirmed to be beyond saving. If you don’t step forward, I’m afraid…” “I’m afraid the Sixth Army will be leaderless, in turmoil, and may even completely disintegrate?” The young man scoffed, picking up the girl from Cartes, whose eyes were filled with affection, again: “Even if it really disintegrates, so what? It’s just a bunch of opportunistic hyenas. Only my cheap old man would care about the so-called general’s title. Listen to me, let them make a scene.” Upon hearing this, the officer, already hunched over, bent even lower: “But… His Majesty has already decreed that Duke Koschche will take over all affairs of the Sixth Army. Once he arrives, I’m afraid this city will no longer be under your control.” “Koschche? A mere Black Serpent. If he dares to invade, I will make him suffer a crushing defeat.”