What?! Transmigrated into a tiny little bird? And even had its nest usurped at the start? Wait! Why is there a white-clad figure flying in the sky on a sword? What the heck is that divine bird whose wings cast a shadow large enough to cover the earth? An Yu was dumbfounded to find himself transmigrated into a newly hatched myna in a cultivation world… But thankfully, he started with a template from the Classic of Mountains and Seas Devouring Game. Through slaughter and devouring, An Yu can obtain endless talent skills and bloodlines! Years later, an existence far beyond gigantic spreads its wings in the sky… (A demon cultivation novel, read at your own risk if you dislike this) [A fish that can only spit water]

Dreaming of returning to Chang'an, the Xuanwu Gate was stained with blood, and the depths of the Taiji Palace were filled with endless sorrow. The resounding words "The people are the water, the ruler is the boat" still echoed across the land of Chang'an, but the iron hooves of foreign tribes once again trampled through the Jade Gate Pass. How can this hatred be satisfied?

What kind of fury must Li Shimin, lying in his tomb, have uttered upon witnessing the suffering of his people? He pounded on the railings, only to see the land sinking into ruin!

My heart was filled with frustration, and I wished I could cross the river of history, pluck stars from the sky, grasp the sun and moon, and turn the world upside down.

So be it. I hear ghostly cries and the autumn rain pattering outside the window. I'll cut a worn-out pen and continue the story of the glorious Tang Dynasty, removing the dark parts. My Tang Dynasty has no sorrow, only the heroic spirit of war, emperors with the ambition to swallow the sun and moon, fierce generals who have fought countless battles, scholars in high hats and wide belts, gentle and virtuous empresses, loving fathers and filial sons, and a prosperous era that continues. This is my Tang Dynasty, my "Tang Brick".

...

A Chinese man, a typical nerdy guy, tragically died while sailing through the Bermuda Triangle, but his journey transported him to pre-World War II Europe. Thereafter, history took a dramatic turn. Messerschmitt aircraft filled the skies above the British Isles, and the Iron Cross flag flew over the walls of Moscow. Zhang Chengtian stood before a crowd of reporters, a broad smile on his face: "We will bring justice to the world."

This is a world where everyone can awaken their own divine realm and become a god. Sun Junmu transmigrated here. As a descendant of the dragon, Sun Junmu manages his divine realm, cultivates his followers, ignites the divine fire, and conquers various planes and universes, step by step ascending to the position of supreme god-king.

[Semi-comedic, please refrain from criticism if you dislike it][Fate fanfiction + JOJO Stand][New author's work][Don't try to think too much, the author is clumsy][No female lead]

Good news: I've been transported to Fate and become a Heroic Spirit.

Bad news: The Master is Ryunosuke

There's no other way, I'll have to find Saber and form an alliance first.

Time: Saber, you're next. Let's form an alliance.

Saber: But I refuse.

As she spoke, Saber walked toward the hour.

Shichen: It's actually walking towards me? It didn't choose to run away, but instead walked towards me?

Saber: How can I beat you up if I don't get closer? Caster.

Time: Roar↗Roar↘ Let's get a little closer.

[Fishman's New Book] Assassin King Chu Nan returns to the capital to annul his engagement, only to be dragged off the train and forced to impersonate the boyfriend of a domineering female CEO! I came here to annul the engagement, why are you clinging to me like this? [Fishman's Book Club Group 1: 333702438 (Full), Fishman's Book Club Group 2: 417723151]

[The Demonic Path] + [Ruthless and Merciless] + [Anti-Simp] + [Revenge and Slapping Faces Without Hesitation] + [Bronze Sparrow Terrace]!

Su Mo transmigrates to a fantasy world and begins as a Demon Emperor, the only son of the Void Demon Emperor.

Su Mo discovered that, despite being the son of the Demon Emperor, he had previously been a sycophant.

That's outrageous.

Su Mo: "What an idiot! With such an awesome father, why would he even bother licking my boots? If it were me, I would have already struck hard!"

Just then, the Supreme Demon Child System was bound, assisting the protagonist in becoming the strongest and most evil demon in this world!

Just as Su Mo was researching the system.

The first one looking for trouble has come knocking.

Nalan Qingzhu, the beloved daughter of the Nalan family, comes to break off her engagement.

Su Mo looked at the arrogant Nalan Qingzhu, who was one of the goddesses he had previously fawned over.

However, Su Mo is not going to put up with this nonsense right now.

Su Mo: You want to annul the engagement, huh? You dare to annul the engagement of the Demon Emperor's son? Fine!

A notification sounded in my ear: "Ding! Detected that the host has been jilted. The Demonic Path Proof of the Heart quest has been issued. Annihilate Nalan Qingzhu's entire family and drag the coffin to her house with nine dragons! Upon completion, you will receive: [Flawless Demonic Heart], [Devouring Heaven Demonic Art], and [Reversing the Ages]!"

On the surface, Su Mo and Nalan Qingzhu were getting along well, but this changed after Nalan Qingzhu broke off the engagement and left.

The Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin rushed out of the Demon Realm and headed straight for the Nalan family.

The Ten Elders of the Void Demon Realm:

"Please! Nalan family patriarch, place him in his coffin!!!"

Opening the newspaper—"The Terrifying Clown of Bull Street Appears on Kos Street," "The Man-Eating Witch Caesar Flees Towards the Queen's Quarter," "The Casanova Sylvie Wins Over the Princess," "A Dragon-Winged Young Girl Appears Above the Monastery Outside the City," "The Great Saintess Saint Cyl Arrives Today in Her Faithful Suramar!" "Ahem..." Saint Cyl, somewhat embarrassed, put down the newspaper in the carriage. Damn it... Opening the newspaper, it's all me... ———————————— This book is also known as "Stop Shouting, I'm All Around You [The Unfading Wind]"

Sun Busong (fourth tone) time-traveled.

He became a warrior on the continent of Azeroth.

Here lies a vast and boundless land, and an unfathomable ocean.

Furthermore, there are endless enemies and monsters to kill.

He brought with him his character from the single-player Warcraft game and two passive skills of Sion from League of Legends: Death's Glory and Soul Forge.

A blacksmith shop, and a dwarf old man with a big beard.

"Kid, do a good job. Remember, you are a great and brave dwarf. Don't be like those cowardly humans and try to cheat and be cunning. That won't do you any good."

The old dwarf held up an iron hammer as big as half his own body and shouted at Sun Busong.

"But I'm clearly human!" Sun Busong could only silently argue in his heart.

"From now on, this place will be my domain, hahaha!" Sun Busong laughed again when he thought of the two divine artifacts he brought with him when he transmigrated. He had paid a high price to have a master on the Youai Warcraft Forum customize them for him.

The backpack has 38 slots, and each slot can hold up to 999 items.

Another artifact is the necklace he's wearing around his neck now: Slaughter!

Slaughter! The artifact is sealed. One special effect will be unlocked every 20 levels, for a total of six special effects.

The first special effect is already enabled.

The effect is that for every 100 enemies of the same level killed, one free attribute point will be added, with no upper limit!

Upon opening his skill panel and seeing the six professional skills he had mastered to the maximum level, Sun Busong's smile turned cold.

"It's just a matter of spending some money! Why not learn all the professional skills you need!"

Man's first requirement is to live, the second is still to live, and the third is still to live… In certain circumstances, living becomes a luxury. In hell, we look up at heaven, reaching out our hands. Though we cannot touch heaven, we can at least get closer to it. We sing in hell, we give thanks in hell, we love in hell, we kill in hell. We embrace each other with tears in our eyes, then plunge daggers into each other's chests, not for anything else, but for that faint, almost imperceptible gratitude. The world of the Song Dynasty is my bondage, and also my sky. Only birds that soar in flight understand the meaning of the sky. The Emperor said—"Lend me a corner of the royal mansion, so you and your child may find refuge." Tie Xinyuan said—"I will repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude, but you cannot ask for anything. Whatever reward I give you, you must accept it." I may be smarter than all of you. In a sense, I am a prophet, I am a philosopher, I am a god!