The giant structure roars in the nameless depths of the earth. It has been awakened since ten thousand years ago. When it opens its eyes, it sees the footprints of civilization and the afterglow of the dead.

The tenacious and ill-fated civilization showed him the brilliance of humanity, which made him determined to help the civilization above Terra and assist them in building an ark to escape the "flood".

He extracted the electronic soul from the grave and placed it in an artificial body

He took out the funeral objects left in the coffin and handed them to the walker on earth.

Every country has their traces, and every person may be a ghost of a previous civilization.

People from the future and the past, the past and the future, meet the traveler on a road where they were not originally there, and they may love or hate, live or die.

This land is always full of suffering, but hope is everlasting. This land is always full of sorrow, but struggle is eternal.

The King of Reunion, the Tyrant's Maid; the Knight of Casimir, the Pegasus's Squire; the Warrior of the Tower of Babel, the Demon King's Guardian; the Gunslinger of the Holy City, the Angel of the Blood Ring

Everywhere there are always their figures, everywhere there are always traces of love

The gifts left by civilization have given the present infinite possibilities, and the past from the future has appeared one after another, saving the regrets and sorrows that have never existed.

The helper will watch, he will wait, waiting for the day when civilization grows, waiting for the day when civilization comes to him

Civilizations will confront their creators

Civilization will survive

Updates will be slow

Contains a lot of author's private settings

Non-linear narrative

There is no one protagonist. Every person in the story is their own protagonist.

First time writing, sorry

The protagonist doesn't appear often, is there a protagonist?

I try not to ooc

Black Snake: I provoke a war between the old nobles and the emperor. No matter who wins, Ursus will be reborn from the ashes!

Young demon king, if you really want to put your foolish actions into practice and prevent Ursus from being reborn, then try to stop me, the incarnation of Ursus, the thousand-year-old god of Ursus!

Xia Yu: Wait, you said... you are a god? (Silently takes out the Heaven's Chain)

(This idea has filled my mind since I finished the eighth chapter. Guan Gong's battle with Qin Qiong has always been a topic I am passionate about. It's a pity that I have always been entangled in many things. Now I can publish the book. The setting is that the protagonist occupies the position of Kingu in the Absolute Warcraft Front, and then drifts to Terra.)

PS: Regarding the problem of the protagonist's combat power, I have already revised it. Really, I don't think that the combat power of the mercenary leader who was born in the dark and wanted to kill W is still weak. Regarding the problems in the early stage, I just want to show the protagonist's uneasiness when he first arrived in a strange world, so I always feel that my firepower is insufficient. Maybe the description is too deliberate, which makes everyone misunderstand.

The end of a civilization...destruction? Or rebirth?

Originium, the origin of all development, a gift or a curse?

A 'stowaway' soul descended upon this land in a different form.

But is it really that simple?

Why did the purebloods of the former civilization walk the earth as the Sakota? Where are his former companions now missing? What he saw and heard, and the painful separation he felt, were beyond his control?

Is this a gift from God or a curse?

For God, probability is the least important thing.

but...

The birth of every new life means the end of another life.

Li Moxin: Yes, I did control their fate, but they still have me. I can definitely become the cornerstone of their future path~

Shapeshifter: Yes, this is the child I pushed. How is it? Does it feel tempting?

Chad Hill: If the future is too far to peek into, I won't avoid tomorrow anymore. Walking forward with everyone will be a whole new story.

Ideals and reality? Fiction?

Rhodes Island, Reunion Movement, Sarkaz.

This is a future that shows a different development.

The prophet, the priestess, the blood demon lord, the demon brother and sister, the patriot...

The Doctor, Precious, Ducare, Tracy and Theresa, Bozhukasti...

There are many people out there. What choices will they make for a different future?

"So, the end of every life also means the birth of a new life."

[Slow-burning], [Multiple female protagonists], [Pseudo-group portrait]

The author is a novice, please point out any shortcomings.

Containing elements of Undertale, yandere, and female doctor—a story where a girl chooses to be transported to another world because she wants to see others achieve their goals. Her abilities are almost entirely rule-based, and she even possesses a time-traveling artifact, which allows her to build relationships with many important figures. Isn't this pure wish-fulfillment fiction? "Then why are you locked up by these women like a prisoner of war? How did you manage that?" "Well, I wanted to see them achieve their goals, so I helped them." She counsels them with psychological problems, helps them solve their hardships, and gives them whatever they want. Then… "Did I do something wrong?" "…Serves you right, stay locked up." —Currently: Chernobog and the Doctor → Lungmen

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...

Equipped with the cheat code for Dark Dungeon, Doc Otter arrives on Terra, the land of the beast-eared girls. By equipping accessories, Otter can establish a mental link with the heroes, enabling micromanipulations like sniper operators moving five centimeters to the left... or forcibly breaking through mental barriers and taking over anyone's body! He's the protagonist, yet he's become the villainous boss... Wait? The cheat code is Dark Dungeon? No "1" suffix? That's fine. Is the protagonist and the boss the same person? Unusual? Not at all. Traces resembling an Iron Crown have been imprinted across Terra, following the footsteps of the Rhodes Island land carrier. Looking back, Otto couldn't help but sigh... There was a shark who had mistaken him for the "Lord of All Things" and who pretended to be sick from time to time to take advantage of him after waking up; a killer whale who seemed cold but was actually stupid and sold herself to him without knowing why; a self-redeeming dragon girl; a hypocritical bomb maniac; a premature bread maker; a Hippogriff female teacher with a collar and tied up all over her body... and Kal'tsit made a handgrip dynamometer gesture from a distance: A bread maker, right?

"If the Earth were shrunk to the size of a glass marble with a diameter of 1 cm, then the Sun would be about 117 meters away from the marble, a sphere with a diameter of about 1.09 meters. Coincidentally, it fits perfectly in my living room." A solar system model, a very common type of popular science textbook. Chen Ran was sure he had simply turned his head, but how did this solar system model suddenly come alive? "Terra? This planet model says Terra?" Which Terra? "Planet native detected: Skadi..." Oh, this Terra, Arknights, right? And Skadi, the killer whale. "Skadi is leading the Sea Si herd in an attempt to break through the star pod." The translucent bullet box flashed for a few seconds, completing the following paragraph. Chen Ran: "?" Wait a minute? Which Skadi is this? Which world line's Terra is this from?

[Day 1: I, Lu Shang, male, 24 years old, am a time traveler.] [Good news, I've traveled to Arknights.] [Bad news, everyone except me is just an NPC.] [Everyone only mechanically repeats the same sentence, doing the same thing every day.] [I suspect they're playing me.] [So I went to find the all-knowing Kal'tsit.] [Day 2: Kal'tsit is very smooth.] [It's confirmed, they are indeed all NPCs, not playing me.] [So what should I do next?] [Am I the only living person in the world? Will I die alone?] [Day 4: Angelica unexpectedly looks thin in her clothes.] [Day 5: Cintrea is really plain.] [Day 6: Lu Shang, Lu Shang, how could you be so depraved?] [Day 7: Skadi warms people's hearts.] [... ...] [Day 30: Wait, Kal'tsit seems to be alive?]

"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.”

【First Life: Born as the son of a marquis, you were labeled a remnant of the Witch King. Your parents were brutally killed, and you were cast into the streets.】

【That day, having lost everything, you made a vow—to use blood as your ink and the nation as your canvas, and let your shadow consume the rule of the Twin Empresses!】

【Second Life: You grew up in a bizarre little country called Xelagar. One day, you overheard the Elders’ Council conspiring with political rivals to frame your parents and wipe out your family.】

【To save yourself, you secretly trained deathsworn assassins and scattered them across the world. You bore infamy, usurped the nation, and became the tyrant king of Xelagar.】

【Third Life: You and Goletia became Deep Sea Hunters, but you discovered that the Hai’zi weren’t born cruel. It was Argor’s arrogance and hubris that had made them enemies.】

【Yet Argor remained rotten to the core—corrupt, stagnant, and plagued by infighting.】

【This is no longer a normal government. It’s time for drastic measures.】

【How can Argor ever be fixed with those parasites running it?】

【You decided to form the “Heart Unity Society,” centered around yourself, secretly plotting a takeover. You believe you alone can restore Argor to its former glory!】

Chen Qi: “Essence of Yan Nation culture, your system clearly needs some love—why are all the scenarios straight-up hell-mode?!”

But before Chen Qi could even launch his “Love System TV,” the girls from the N timelines he’d simulated—each having witnessed his tragic pasts—had already surrounded him.

“I’m just here to simulate the future and save Terra. What… what do you all want?”