Legend has it that the body of the world-destroying dragon Mor Dukes could fill the entire sky, and its shadow could envelop the continent in an eternal night where the sun never shines.

With each flap of his wings, which stretch for thousands of miles, he could stir up a typhoon comparable to super-level magic, tearing apart clouds and snapping mountains.

Back then, a demigod-level expert, wielding a sacred artifact, led 100,000 elite troops to besiege the evil dragon.

However, they were all frozen into ice sculptures by the White Dragon's signature icy breath. Even the splattered blood droplets didn't have time to fall to the ground before they were embedded in the ice field, becoming monuments that would never melt.

But at this moment, Moore was scratching at the parchment scroll that recorded this "feat" with his paws, his amber eyes full of disdain.

What icy breath? I just had an itchy nose that day and couldn't help but sneeze.

(Pseudo-D&D worldview)

[Multiple female leads: Albedo + others] + [No system] + [Written by real people] + [Harvesting faith]

What do you mean by "the kingdom has been conquered by the Sorcerer King"? Who is the Sorcerer King?

What do you mean the Holy Kingdom has converted to the Holy Domain God?! And who is He anyway?!

What do you mean the Dragon Kingdom now has a Dragon King who has ascended the throne?! And where did this Dragon King even come from?!

The Platinum Dragon King gritted his teeth as he looked at the continent in complete disarray: "Damn it, which group is the Dragon Emperor's filth?!"

"What do you mean they're all in cahoots!"

Years later, the Platinum Dragon King gritted his teeth as he watched the Magic King stand beside the Holy Lord, while the Dragon King, on whom he had placed his hopes, respectfully called him "Father."

My new book is called "Hogwarts: The Fantastic Beasts in My Stomach." You can check it out if you're interested.

…………………………

The first fire was about to die out, but the king was nowhere to be seen.

This world is already on the edge of its darkest period...

The Last Ash, with the help of a great god, came to the world of Harry Potter, with the aim of seeking a great soul.

...

"Ash Embers, who exactly are you?"

Ash smiled slightly as he looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him.

"The apprentice of Pierheim... the one who couldn't die... the ashes that burned out... the madman who believed himself to be righteous... the hero who linked the fire... Lord Ashes... so many stories, which one are you curious about?"

May fire guide your journey.

The "Savior Training Manual," which details a life of leisure before encountering a ruthless killer, lists various activities from cooking, washing floors, and dishwashing to studying, running, and fighting. It emphasizes that persistence leads to proficiency, with occasional bursts of magical knowledge and even the acquisition of magical creature attributes upon leveling up. The manual then addresses the question: "Whose savior spends all day mopping and weeding?! Why is my skill still called 'Weeding' even though I can teleport?! Who wants the golden talent of the Exploding Tail Snail's fart?! Can't I just follow the storyline?!" The manual concludes with: "No! ...Four years later, in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, Dumbledore unearths long-sealed letters. The manual outlines a training schedule: 5:00-5:30 sprint 10 laps around the neighborhood (youthful energy is amazing!) 5:30-6:00 do a handstand on one finger (what does a handstand on one finger even mean!) 6:20-7:00 weeding...

[Relaxing] [Daily Life] [Management Bureau]

The sun burns in the deep sea, and roots spread across the sky.

Gears sprouted from people's bodies, and the upside-down city fell like a meteorite.

Fang Jiu once thought that these things, which only existed in his imagination, had nothing to do with him, an ordinary citizen, until the night his head was chopped off...

Lin Ye transmigrated to the world of cultivation, only wanting to live a life of quiet desperation until the end of time.

However, it unexpectedly became bound to a rusty bronze compass that could simulate the future, but each calculation consumed its lifespan and the result was filled with eerie and distorted whispers.

Others cultivate immortality through talent, but he cultivates immortality through "saving and loading saves".

While his fellow disciples were fighting in the secret realm, he hid in a corner and frantically simulated ways to die: "Being bewitched by a fairy? Dying from stepping on a poisonous mushroom? Even a sneeze could trigger an avalanche?"

Having barely avoided all the death flags, he turned around and discovered that the old man sweeping the floor of the library was a hidden boss, the junk he picked up was an ancient artifact, and even the passerby he casually saved was a future demon lord.

Even more terrifying, the emulator suddenly popped up a blood-red warning: [Warning: The world is being eroded by an "unspeakable" entity. Doomsday countdown:...]

Post-Apocalyptic Survival Notes, Page 1: Abandon morality and fantasy. Magical Girl Rule 1: Believe in bonds and hope. A crimson storm, devouring reason, tears through the sky; terrifying monsters, gnawing at everything, swarm the earth. Civilization crumbles in an instant; humanity loses its tomorrow. And you, little savior, your magical girl contract only extends to adulthood, yet you are already 17 years and 363 days old. If that single glimmer of light—is an opportunity for you, a wage slave, to also dabble in magic—then—let the torrent of elements burn away the twisted flesh, let the magnificent chapters of magic shatter the delirium of madness. Let solid barriers withstand the relentless onslaught, let boundless courage rebuild the embers of order. Let kindness be met with kindness, evil with evil, and let those who should not exist in this world be banished back to the endless abyss. This is the story of a hero...

In a world where evil gods and the bizarre are quietly resurfacing during the Industrial Revolution, the protagonist is a librarian in a mental hospital, regarded by everyone as a cowardly madman. He obtains a blank "Book of Madness," discovering that by writing settings into it, he can "anchor" powerful fictional beings to reality, making them his loyal servants. From a gun-wielding detective to a dream-controlling sorcerer, and then to an unspeakable Great Old One, he silently builds a "Containment Facility" to fight against the apocalypse, becoming the only order in the darkness.

[Online game, soul transmigration, unconventional plot, fantasy cultivation, dark universes, slow pace]

A mysterious game has arrived, bringing humanity the hope of ascending to immortality. Everyone is frantically vying for the opportunity to become an immortal, unaware that the game world is a petri dish!

The evil forces use the world as a sandbox, using games to raise all living beings as livestock, providing them with billions of sustenance!

The world groans, humanity must save itself! A mysterious force is orchestrating an eight-hundred-thousand-year-old plan…

Witness how Wang Fei, chosen by the rules and now living on a data-driven Earth, will break free from this predicament! End this dark reign, shatter the rules, and create a better world!

[Starting with a beat-up train, all the school beauties in the class beg me to take them!]

When they woke up, the whole class was transported to a post-apocalyptic train game.

Forty-two girls were crammed into the icy carriage, while I was the only boy in the driver's seat.

The system has determined that I should be the train conductor, and I've even awakened the SSS-level talent [Super God Modification]!

While others are trying to survive by gnawing on tree bark, I'm eating instant noodles in my car.

The school beauty and class monitor awaken a C-level talent and want to negotiate?

"Come in and kneel down to wipe the floor."

The rich girl is dissatisfied and wants to cause trouble?

"Open the door and throw them out to feed the monsters."

While other train conductors risked their lives for a sip of water—

My shower system has hot water 24 hours a day, and the school beauty knelt down and begged me to grant her a chance to take a shower.

When the enemy launches a night raid to steal the car and women—

I modified a steam cannon, and the 300-degree iron torrent scalded the invaders into cooked meat.

"Su Ming, there are so many monsters outside, we're scared..."

I pulled the accelerator and looked at the trembling girls behind me:

"What are you afraid of?"

"From this day forward, I am your end of the world."

"If you listen, you'll get meat. If you don't listen..."

I pressed the cannon button and smiled:

"Turn into fuel."

[Dark Apocalypse + Tyrant Development + Absolute Domination]

From a dilapidated train carriage to a steel behemoth sweeping across the apocalypse!