In the sixteenth year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign, the Ming dynasty was on the verge of collapse. Should the Ming surrender to the Qing or resist them?

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A humble scholar, with bones as thin as feathers, treads the foul wind; his blood, congealed into cinnabar, scorns the Daoist master.

Claws shatter cities and devour the sun and moon; a demonic heart refines the world and scorns the heavens.

The cauldron melts all laws to open a new realm; the sword shatters a thousand sects to reach the summit.

Do not concern yourself with the affairs of good and evil throughout the ages; only a single thought can govern the primordial chaos.

The plan is to write three sections. First, the Austro-Hungarian Empire: how did an empire with a first-rate geographical location, advanced industry, and profound culture, seemingly with extremely high potential, reach its peak, and where did that peak lie? Second, how did the Russian Empire reach its zenith? Third, the Ottoman Empire or Italy (not yet decided). Join the book's group (878578959) for discussion.

When you wake up from your sleep to find yourself in a damp, dark, muddy trench, surrounded by soldiers trembling and praying, clutching crosses. —"The Second Battle of Ypres? No problem, just put on your gas mask, you'll survive!" —"The Somme? We can only leave our fate to God." —"Is it the Verdun meat grinder? Oh well, God's useless now, dying is just a fresh start." —"Wait, what does it mean that Duke Constantine led the last of the New Antiochian Knights to resist the attack of the demonic army from hell? What the hell timeline did this put me in?"... In 1099, the Crusades conquered Jerusalem, inadvertently opening the gates of hell. From that moment on, the timeline changed, and human civilization entered a thousand-year dark age of fighting against the demonic army of hell. And Liston, who traveled to this timeline, was clearly a doctor saving lives, but...

Here you'll find the most dangerous missions and the most lucrative rewards.

The next second could be the end of life, an abyss of no return, or it could be the end of becoming a god, standing at the top of all living beings!

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I am an Ashen One who awakened in the Undead Asylum, on the continent of Loran, where the cycle of rekindling the Flame has begun. Now, the Flame is weakening, the world is crumbling, and the hope of rekindling the Flame is fading. I unexpectedly obtained the Eye of the Ashen One, which can recall soul memories, analyze energy, and trigger prophecies of the end. With this ability, I see the true nature of the First Flame and see through the conspiracies of all sides. While others are lost in the struggle to rekindle the Flame, I possess more truth. Ultimately, I will break the cycle of reincarnation, reshape the rules of the world, and become the true ruler.

I'm dying.

With three months and five days to go, I boarded a cruise ship.

My destination was a small island that wasn't even marked on a map.

As for why I know my death date so clearly, it's not because I can decide life and death on my own, but because three months from now is my 25th birthday.

In our small fishing village, none of the men live past twenty-five!

My name is Li Jinhuan, and this story begins twelve years ago.

The time travelers from the Skuri clan carried unknown panels—perhaps creations of Tzeentch or Slaanesh? However, even if they were indeed their creations, the engineer Eski Ivo wouldn't relinquish them as long as there was profit to be made. His glorious rat life would begin with defeating Nagash and saving the world.

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When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.

This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.

Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.

[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]

Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?

[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]

【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】

【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】

【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】