Thousands of worlds, all heavens are vast!

While billions of players are struggling to survive within the rules of the game, you are standing above the dimension, overlooking the overall situation.

In 1990, when others were heading south to seek gold and becoming middlemen, you were the only one who set your sights overseas and used kvass to leverage Soviet aircraft orders.

The Qing Dynasty fell and the colonial war began. While other players were busy choosing sides and fighting for supremacy, you had already established a country in Borneo, expelled the Dutch, set foot on Java, and became the overlord of Southeast Asia.

The late Ming Dynasty was turbulent, and heroes emerged. Players became the mighty force that ravaged history. Only you raised the banner of "The Ming Dynasty may perish, but the world cannot" and rebuilt the Han Dynasty with iron and blood.

Water Margin, a world of turmoil and chaos. One hundred and eight tattoos, players scramble for top accounts, to overthrow this world. Only you choose to abandon martial arts and pursue literature, enter Tokyo, become the top scholar, kill the emperor, and rebuild the Song Dynasty.

From the Myth of the Three Kingdoms to the Journey to the West, from the Conferred Gods to... every start is an absolute subversion of the destiny copy.

The world is vast and the possibilities are endless.

Your choice is the legend!

[Invincible] [Refreshing read] [Omniscient and omnipotent] [Interstellar war] [Cutting-edge technology]

He Ming transmigrated and obtained a notebook that could answer any question.

This opens up an omniscient perspective, helping the Dragon Kingdom upgrade its civilization step by step from the new energy era, ushering in the era of interstellar supremacy, and only action is needed to become invincible.

........

Years later, he asked his last question.

In the vast universe, who is the ultimate ruler?

It is you, the great Lord of the Stars!

Goldshire Bankruptcy Lord's Survival Story

Upon waking up, Li Ang found himself the bankrupt viscount of Goldshire. Faced with a massive debt of 50 gold coins, an empty granary, and a watchful tax collector, his only hope was an unreliable "Multiverse Summoning System." However, the "saviors" the system sent were all increasingly disastrous: the dim-witted water goddess Aqua only knew how to cry and flood, the explosive witch Megumin was easily defeated with a single move a day, the rebellious knight Kai was always looking for a fight, and the craftsman elf specialized in creating junk... To make matters worse, he had also impulsively stolen the silver-haired witch's personal clothing and was now being relentlessly hunted down.

Food crisis, overwhelming debt, and surrounded by powerful enemies. In desperation, Li Ang frantically summons all sorts of oddballs and jinxes, only to be met with either good-for-nothings or disasters: the useless middle-aged man MADAO, a muscular burly man, a girl who loves instant noodles, and even a pink-haired demon who revels in killing! Stealing underwear, defecating at the door, blowing up fishponds… this group of freaks pushes his lordly career into an even deeper quagmire in all sorts of unbelievable ways. When Fat Cat Ban arrives and the silver-haired witch comes knocking, Li Ang realizes that his path to survival, aided by a terrible system and incompetent teammates, has already been a headlong rush towards hell… This is an absurd survival comedy that teeters between starvation, poverty, and reckless suicide!

[Farming] + [Isekai] + [Multiple Races] + [Multiple Heroines] + [Comedy]

When I opened my eyes, I found myself as the weakest lord in another world, facing a siege by monsters and on the verge of total annihilation.

The old steward, holding the ancestral "holy sword," knelt before me with a tragic air: "My lord, only you can draw it and awaken the power of our ancestors!"

I looked at the group of emaciated militiamen behind him, and then at the densely packed army of monsters below the city wall.

Then, I silently opened the "system shop" in my mind, skipped the Holy Sword icon, and clicked directly on the one next to it—

[Limited-time flash sale for 599,000 gold coins: Dongfeng-17 Hypersonic Missile (Otherworldly Magical Edition), with bonus precision strike service]

“Um…” I patted the butler on the shoulder and spoke up in his hopeful gaze.

Can our warehouse be used as collateral for a loan?

"Family", "Beast Taming", "Farming and Development"

Chu Mu, who died in bed, found himself parasitizing a stone book in the mountains when he opened his eyes again.

The bad news: He can't jump, can't move, can't speak; he's become a mere instrument.

Good news: He became the Source, the foundation upon which all the families depend for their development and survival.

After being taken in by a village boy, Chu Mu vowed to build a family of beast tamers that would last for eternity.

"Ancestor Chu, can my Origin Beast evolve into a form that has never been seen before?"

"Ancestor Chu, my source beast wants that skill."

"Ancestor Chu, I want that Heavenly Fire Immortal Melody Sparrow as my source beast."

All the wishes of the Chu family's sons were fulfilled.

"Family-centric," "Behind the Scenes," "Entire Group Portrait"

Ye Ming transmigrated to a magical era where everyone was a god.

Ye Ming originally planned to embark on a path of enthusiastic farming, cultivating followers, and eventually becoming a supreme god, but he discovered he had received an invitation to the Multiverse Chat Group.

Ye Ming: Thank you for the invitation. I am currently in the Divine Realm and have just become a god!

Yue Buqun: God? Are you kidding me?

Ye Fan: I am a staunch atheist.

Chen Nan: You didn't die in the Cemetery of Gods and Demons?

...

In Constantinople in 1272, an empire was fading into twilight. A soul from the future awoke in the body of Andronic II, the gravedigger of Rome. Distilled spirits, movable type printing, cannons, fleets… He wielded technology and reason as his sword, tearing a bloody path through the old world of theocracy and ignorance. From the first pot of gold in the royal workshops to the roar of the Anatolian industrial region; from the undercurrents of the Sicilian Vespers to the cannon fire of the battles on the Black Sea and the Mediterranean; from the iron hooves conquering the Turks to the white sails of the New World. —The old world was burning, and a new order was being born. This time, Byzantium was not the final chapter of history, but the beginning of civilization.

When Chu Fan woke up, he found himself transported to a fantasy world.

He discovered that he was not a so-called good-for-nothing, but rather a renowned prodigy in the entire Northern Territory.

Grandfather is the lord of the entire North, and father is the Grand Marshal of the entire North—a perfect start.

However, he soon realized something was wrong; he had survived thousands of assassination attempts, both large and small, since he was a child.

The emperor was still very wary of his grandfather and wished he could wipe out the entire Chu family as soon as possible.

Just when Chu Fan was planning to lay low and cultivate, his transmigration welfare system arrived.

[Congratulations, host, on successfully activating the system. You are rewarded with a newbie gift pack.]

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Innate Dao Body]

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Devouring Heaven Demon Art]

[Congratulations, host, on successfully summoning Zhao Gao, along with the accompanying organization, Luo Wang.]

Having obtained the system, Chu Fan embarked on a path of extraordinary abilities.

Clearing land, farming, leveling deserts, and adding a touch of miracle formula, one incredible miracle after another was created. Roland stumbled upon a stroke of luck, transmigrating into the body of the Duke's eighteenth son. Becoming a pioneering lord, he arrived in the endless desert. Looking at this barren, scorching, bitterly cold, sandstorm-ravaged, and water-scarce sea of ​​sand, Roland smiled. ...Years later, a desert caravan, arriving with camels to replenish their water supply. Good heavens! How did such a vast desert become a wheat oasis? How did these wheat plants grow taller than giants? Why is this hard ground called cement? It turns out it automatically sprays water for cleaning! Why are palm-sized bags called containers? They can hold so much cargo! They saw a volcano called a blast furnace, said to erupt with explosives every time...

(Starting with master-level swordsmanship, farming, and conquest) After retiring from the military, the meritorious sergeant major Rice returned to the barren "Griffin Frontier" with his life savings to live as a wealthy free man. He wanted to stay away from the empire's conflicts and live a quiet life.

However, his "already awakened" transmigrator soul, and the [Pathfinder Panel] that was only activated upon his retirement, destined him to be anything but ordinary.

When Rice finds a dying werewolf girl burdened with a blood feud at her doorstep during a severe blizzard—the gears of this once-silent frontier begin to turn.

Faced with greedy inferior nobles, rampant monsters, and the empire's corrupt order, Rice calmly wiped his standard longsword.

"There's no other way. In order to get a good night's sleep, I have no choice but to turn this land into my empire."