A mysterious celestial curtain descends upon the world of gods, opening with a recap of the ten major powers in the universe! The Divine River Civilization: Though destroyed, it designed the orthodox technological system for this universe; all subsequent civilizations can be considered extensions of the Divine River Civilization. The Angel Civilization: Possessing two fourth-generation divine bodies, an angel squad boasts star-level combat power, and Keisha's knowledge repository is a powerful computer second only to the Divine River Civilization's Great Clock. The Blazing Sun Civilization: Possessing stellar drive technology and its culmination, the [Sun's Light] gene engine, capable of evaporating stars and triggering supernova-level catastrophes. ...Finally—one of the three great natural disasters of the universe—the Antimatter Legion: The birth of the universe is an error;

Hill Terry, Crown Prince of Timeline, possesses the blood of an ancient dragon capable of controlling time, yet his eyes harbor a cold, calculating sequence that trades emotion for omniscience. His world was meant to be a tapestry of knowledge, intrigue, and controlled adventure, until an awakened Titan ruin shatters it all.

The ancient steel civilization has never perished; it lurks in the shadows, regarding the Dragonborn as its most precious "forging material" and manipulating its allies into fanatical pawns. From a desperate escape to trials in the wastelands, from court intrigue to clashes in other realms, Hill matures rapidly amidst blood and fire. He exposes conspiracies, takes in the last surviving dragon, and confronts the chilling malice from beyond the stars, seeking to reshape all order.

As the family's king gradually relinquishes his power, as his sleeping brother awakens with bewildered eyes, and as his former classmates are transformed into twisted weapons by the Titans—Hill knows he stands at a crossroads in history. In his left hand lies the Reverse Scale, inherited from his ancestors, carrying both curse and hope; in his right hand is the Eye of Truth, capable of seeing through all things and weaving time and space.

This is the final glorious era of the Dragonborn, and the prelude to the Titans' return. Hill Terry will use his wisdom and sword to carve out a future for the Time Dragons, on the chessboard of power and the battlefield of flesh and blood, for his loved ones and for his world.

Having been transported to the DC Universe, Luo Ji, overcome by a guilty conscience, becomes a superhero. While somewhat unconventional, and bearing the bizarre title of "the only superhero in the city who kills," and even being wanted by the GCPD (Gotham City Police Department), Luo Ji feels aggrieved. Gotham has a notorious "no-kill policy." Everyone in the city embraces it wholeheartedly; Luo Ji simply has a different taste. After all, what era are we living in? Who still wants to be a traditional superhero?

In the misty sea fog, on the deck of the ghost ship, Hern Iheroa gazed into the distance, using a brass telescope inlaid with inhuman eyeballs, at a geometrically indefinable outline. He mechanically tore at the rotting fish flesh in his hands, stuffing it into the relatively neat slit in front of his skull, known as the "mouth." At that moment, only two questions occupied Hern's mind. First, when would he find a doctor? Second, what about the remaining 1,278 mouths on his body after he had eaten his fill—"So, doctor, is there... any hope for us?"

Inside the Temple of Bones, a young monk in grey robes prostrated himself before the great being enshrined on a twelve-tiered lotus platform. "In this world, ghosts and demons reign supreme, monsters roam freely. Does the Bodhisattva have a way to save the world?" He had only just returned home to visit his sister, and suddenly he was asked such a profound question. On the lotus platform, the little girl scratched her head in confusion, but finally decided to ask for him. "Wait for me to return!" Centuries had passed, and the mortals in the temple were now nothing but skeletons. But on this day, amidst the roars of dragons and tigers, the Bodhisattva of Bones finally returned. With two sharp taps, the little girl struck the skull on the ground with her wooden fish stick. Two points of ghostly fire flashed, and the eerie body shrouded in tattered grey robes slowly rose. "In the East, there is a country called [Great Tang]." He pulled out two boxes of blank scriptures, and summoned a violent ape, a pot-bellied man, a disobedient monk, and a centaur. "On this journey eastward, you must overcome eighty-one tribulations before you can greatly prosper our sect and save all living beings." "May I ask, Bodhisattva, what is the name of our sect?" the demons asked in unison. "..." "Let me think!"

In the final years of the Later Zhao dynasty, various warlords vied for supremacy, and the northern lands underwent an inevitable reshuffling. A new dynasty called "Qin" rose up in the fertile plains of the Qin region.

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[Dark Wizard + Genius + Undead Side + Decisive and Ruthless + Dimensional Warfare + Slow Start]

Lynn, who is terminally ill, does not understand why she was thrown into this cruel alien world.

Mother Earth generously granted him the ability to record and analyze (Xiao Kai doesn't count as Kai).

But facing a disastrous start—falling into the clutches of the mafia and about to be sold into the "Nightingale Pavilion"—[the situation is dire].

Lynn decisively chose "If you can't beat them, join them!"

From then on, the "Bloody Hands Gang" gained another notorious member, "Abacus Snake".

He originally thought he could accumulate start-up capital by leveraging the convenience provided by the gang.

But an unexpected turn of events disrupted his plans.

What? A wizard? Recruiting apprentices?

Great news! We can become noble mages too?

What the heck? A dark wizard?

...

Mona, possessing a magical canvas, became the deity of an island tribe. He could use various drawing tools on the canvas to graffiti the world, bestowing blessings and divine punishment upon civilization. The paintbrush imbued what it painted with divinity, the palette could capture the impressions of all things, abstracting them into conceptual blocks of color. The eraser could easily erase everything, punishing civilization. On the first day, the merciful god painted a giant tree, sheltering the tribe from the wind and rain, and the people all sang praises of His majesty. On the second day, the majestic god used the eraser to wipe away the heads of the tribe's sinners, and the people all prostrated themselves in fear, learning reverence. On the third day, He attempted to try a new painting with a new color. And so, a desolate...

Lu Xun's games are known for their "challenging" nature. But strangely, the more players are frustrated, the more addicted they become. While cursing him for being "inhuman," they simultaneously grind thousands of hours into the game. The gaming community is filled with "it's actually pretty good" guides. When a game can keep players playing for thousands of hours while simultaneously complaining, everyone realizes that he has redefined what "replayability" truly means.

System + Relaxing + Game + Designer + City + Parallel World

The End-of-Day Insect Master's Reader Group: 662382338 [Full Text Free] Terrifying and ferocious monsters, brutal and grotesque zombies, voluptuous and alluring enchantresses, superhumans with all sorts of strange abilities, wondrous and magical secret realms, colorful alternate dimensions, a bizarre and fantastical apocalypse! Wang Mang, who lived in the apocalypse for six years, discovered the true secret before his death, but could only die with regret. Fortunately...