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?

The Doctor is trapped in a twisted, towering building called Rhodes Island. Countless anomalies fill the building's crevices, squeezing and stripping away all common sense, banishing it from the world. He has tried to escape, but has failed repeatedly. His only companions are base fear, a helpless soul, and a disturbing woman. A rational person will witness the full extent of fear; only utter madness can prevent fear from overwhelming them. So, when facing fear, do you want to be a wise man or a madman? —Some settings are inspired by other works.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, was the Doctor really that terrifying back then?" Amiya asked, somewhat puzzled, watching one old fellow after another make new deals with the Doctor with expressions of fear and excitement. "Yes... but that was a long time ago." Kal'tsit wouldn't tell little Amiya the truth, but if you really wanted to know, you might as well turn the clock back twenty years. Back then, the Lich King of Letania had just fallen from the tower, and the various Electors were all restless—who helped the twin queens secure their thrones? Back then, the former Emperor of Ursus had been dead for four years, yet the Empire was still paying the price for his military gambles—who helped them emerge from the shadows? Back then, the conflict between the knights and merchants of Kazimierz reached its peak, and the two sides were just one step away from turning against each other—who helped them suppress their burgeoning anger? Forming alliances among the nations of Terra, exploiting people's ambitions to seize the greatest benefits for themselves—until that Tower of Babel pierced through the throne of the gods. "Actually, I really just wanted to save the world." —A certain sunny and warm-hearted Doctor said with a smile.

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.

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...

After the Fool's Mission failed and he witnessed the deaths of all his comrades, Zhang Zhiqing, the third bishop of the Deep Sea Church, chose to flee. In his panic, he stumbled upon the Ancient Relic System, whose settlement conditions were: "Summon players, three times, three times!" Helpless, pursued on the ground and caught in the underground system, Bishop Liberi became both the mastermind and the bird father, all to bring the Fourth Calamity, which had annihilated countless civilizations, to the Terra. But then... Sea Child player: Hehehe, the bishop has the Nascent Soul buff! All kin, let's go!! Felin player: Damn it, Sea Child is the version's chosen one! Strongly protest! Felin Pero has no human rights! Kuranta player: Agreed! It would be best to nerf the Sarkaz too! Not much to ask, just let them wield guns! Agor player: Damn it! Sleeping with a Primal Stone all night without getting infected! I want to use magic! I want to use magic!! Sarkaz player: Magic? Is it that hard? *Dulin players are crying in the bathroom: "Newbie here, is this game grindy?" "This game isn't grindy, and it doesn't force you to spend money. You're so beautiful because you love your work, and so cool because you voluntarily pick up trash. I'm not saying anything more, I'm going to go work for the Bishop. If we work hard for another year, the Bishop's wallet will double in size!!"

[Arknights][Travel] [Updated daily under normal circumstances]

The same clan killed each other, and even the closest relatives killed each other. The red dragon's flames burned the earth, and the fate of the red dragon never changed.

Until the young man Wang Ying who attempted suicide accidentally traveled to the Terra continent and became a red dragon. Although he had power, he did not know that he was already trapped in the vortex of fate. From then on, his fate was intertwined with the fate of the red dragon and could not be separated.

I'm a newbie writer, so my writing skills are not good, so please be gentle.

"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.”