(Interstellar farming and leveling up + alchemist + more men than women + 1vn + fierce competition)

While training in a secret realm, Ning Xuan was accidentally sucked into a spatial rift. Protected by the spirit plant Ghost Face Red Vine, her soul escaped the spatial rift and arrived in a strange world, possessing the body of a girl who had no spiritual power and had been murdered.

During the process of obtaining the original owner's identity information, Ning Xuan was detected to have awakened her spiritual power. According to federal law, all spirit controllers who have awakened their spiritual power must have their genetic information collected and undergo genetic compatibility matching. Because the compatibility was too high, Ning Xuan subsequently received five messages for forced contract formation. However, her contractors disliked her low level of spiritual power and chose to hide their information.

In this world, there are aristocratic clans, warlord factions, and foreign tribes eyeing the land like hungry wolves!

Ye Mingsheng, who transmigrated into a military officer of the Imperial Guard in the Great Zhou Dynasty, didn’t even have time to enjoy the privileges of power before he had to clean up the mess left by the original host—who got entangled in political factionalism and committed suicide out of guilt…

Though at first, he only wanted a life of wealth and prestige, in the unstoppable tide of the times, amid the curses of corrupt officials, treacherous ministers, and ambitious schemers, he could only play the game with calculated pretense—seeking survival in the face of death, navigating between life and peril!

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Yunshu, a modern food blogger, worked hard for several years and finally bought a house in a big city. However, on the first day of moving into the new house, he inexplicably traveled to a dynasty called Dayan.

The food here is simple, and people only know how to boil and steam dishes. It can be called a food desert.

Yun Shu, who had been influenced by Chinese food culture, had to work on his own to make ends meet. To survive, he found a way to join the army's fireman battalion. Starting as a handyman, he became the fireman's master chef, and met the war god general of Dayan...

Yuan Tan woke up to find that he had been reborn to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and brought a department store with him.

“Smoke… can you smoke?” Cao Cao was shocked.

Liu Bei was very angry: “My third brother, what do you want?”

Lu Bu is eager: “My son-in-law, I want to learn to drive.”

Zhuge Liang is looking forward to: “My lord, working overtime is too hard, that instant noodle… can you give me a bucket?”

“The emperor, this yoga is too difficult, the concubines can’t do it.” Xiao Qiao.

“Tai Zong Ben Ji”: Although Tai Zong Yuan Tan started at the end of the day, his steadfastness cannot rob his ambitions…The power of victory, the world, swallow the heroes, swept the Liuhe, swept the eight wastes, returned to one country, and lost three generations… .

Zhou Yan, a workshop technician, transmigrated into a clone of the Third Legion's Primarch, Vorgrim. "Damn it, Vorgrim, you've betrayed the working class!" "The Imperium is a corrupt empire, and the new humans are still humans... who's in favor, who's opposed!" "Some guy named Caul created a Legion of Primarch Space Marines for Guilliman... Byr, what do you think?" "Our overall strategy is to defend the Imperium's holy frontier, develop into the Imperium's dark side... sweep away the defeated Tyranid tentacles, and avoid the Necropolis of the Space Necropolis before we grow stronger... and most importantly, gather 18 Tyranid War Maidens!" After the Great Rift that tore the galaxy open, Zhou Yan led his newly formed legion to develop and grow, and the second human regime (warning: not the second Imperium) rose from the Galactic Far East!

With just a blink of an eye, Lin Shangzhou arrived in Germany in 1930 in the KX world. What he could not have imagined was that due to family reasons, he became the driver of the German Emperor... However, this German Emperor was not the same as the one he remembered. William II was gone, and he was replaced by his granddaughter, Empress Alexandrine.

Although this KX world was somewhat different from the KX world in his memory, Lin Shangzhou felt very relaxed in the prosperous German Empire in 1930, because he knew what would happen in the future and he had plenty of time to prepare. However, he didn't know how he would face World War II nine years later.

Soon, on an unfortunate day, seeing the queen trying to save herself from the hands of those who framed her, Lin Shangzhou resolutely embarked on the path of helping her, that is, helping Germany.

This is a world of elves, magic, machines, and gods. This is the world of Warhammer 40,000. As a lucky transmigrator, he is the heir to a kingdom, but at the same time, he is the expensive currency of the Old Man, a Primarch with the essence of the Warp.

Now his old man Huang has arrived.

Autumn of 1840.

The world is like a whale floating up, igniting a fire in the eyes of the boy.

A letter from more than ten miles away, a traveler from a foreign land, and several wonderful and fantastic stories.

Ritualists, strange objects, alien species, invisible techniques;

Cursed secret texts, pointy-eared cats and dragons, little people under the floor, castles walking in dreams;

Science and mystery, fantasy and reality.

The boy tapped his cane, staggered with the times, and his black hair flew and melted in the laughter behind him:

"Those who are against us are bad guys!"

The monsters said.

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This book is also known as: "The end of mysticism is probably afternoon tea", "My sect members are not quite right"

Keywords: Victorian fantasy, mysticism, esotericism, cat people's daily life

In the distant 41st millennium, countless races clashed within the galaxy. The ravenous Devourer had extended its tentacles here, the former galactic overlords were gradually awakening, and the whispers from the warp grew ever stronger. Lin Yuan, by accident, arrived in this cesspool-like universe. Watching the heroes and warriors battling it out in the galaxy, he was filled with despair. "I was just joking, I really didn't intend to serve the Emperor." Good news: Lin Yuan acquired a system. Bad news: He resurrected in the Undercity, and the first thing the system summoned was the Zerg from StarCraft II... Lin Yuan looked at the Zerglings and cockroaches hopping around him, and the Xenomorphs circling above his head, his despair deepening. "Damn it, is this really not Tzeentch's blessing?!"

Party A's project requirements: A drone with long flight time and high payload, preferably able to drop the express delivery over the customer's head.

Chen Chen took out a drone with a range of 2000 kilometers and a load capacity of 2.8 tons, and named it the Double-Tailed Scorpion.

Project delivery on the day.

Party A looked at the military officer standing next to the plane with a paint bucket and asked in confusion: "This is my courier plane."

"Oh yeah, we want to use it for delivery too. Take your money and stay away from my plane!"

Seeing Party A crying, Chen Chen couldn't bear it and decided to get them a better one and redeem the Twin-tailed Scorpion.

Party A thought it made sense: "They can't take it all, right?"

Before the test flight.

The military held up the project plan with Reuters: “They can’t have them all, right?”

So he went there again with the paint bucket.

“They really have them all!”

Party A: “They really took it all!”

……

Seeing that Party A had nothing in his hands, Chen Chen's head started buzzing.

"As a company dedicated to protecting people's livelihood, I will definitely help you drop the express delivery on your customers' heads!"

Seeing the bee swarm delivery plan proposed by Chen Chen, Party A also regained its confidence.

"How can a child cry every day, how can a gambler lose every day, I bet he can leave one for us!"

Upon hearing this, the military appeared with paint buckets: "Gamblers don't deserve sympathy."

Party A cried: "Don't you have your own designer?