[Time travel + Multiple female leads + No system + Angel fruit]

Crossing a deserted island in the East China Sea, Ling Tian consumes the Angel Fruit, a mythical beast species. The light heals and redeems him from suffering, while the power of faith reshapes order!

Starting with rescuing Nami, he founded the Celestial Cult, destroyed Enies Lobby with his sword, suppressed Enel on Skypiea, and fought against the Four Emperors' conspiracy in the New World.

When the darkness of Im shrouds the world, Ling Tian, ​​aboard the Seraphim and accompanied by the prayers of millions, launches the ultimate holy war—

"My light will usher in a new era for this sea!"

“Father, my wife has been acting strangely lately, always saying that someone is calling her.”

“Here you go, the Lord says this works.”

"This is?"

“M1911 Divine Inscription, hold it like this, aim it at your wife, and then pull this trigger.”

...

Serious version:

The whispers of the ancient gods could not drown out the crisp sound of a bullet being chambered.

The roar of the demon god could not drown out the booming of the ship's cannons.

The roar of the evil god was far less pleasant than the sound of a laser cannon charging.

A mercenary, summoned by the Buddha of Fire and reborn in another world, is to be hired by the gods as a priest to bring a little firepower shock to those unclean things that have been lingering in the material world for so long!

Don't worry, here you go, the Lord said this works! (Draws gun/rocket launcher/sniper cannon/matrix cannon/space-based cannon)

Having been transported to another world, starting as a child, don't panic. First, let's see if I have any cheat codes.

The system is missing.

There is no chat group.

No cheat codes.

Very well, then I'll have to rely on myself.

Rowling muttered to himself, "If I have nothing, then I'll be my own cheat code."

【Um... could I please give you a five-star review? (fingers fingers)】 【Thank you for your support! My completed novel, "The Social Anxiety's Inner Voice Revealed and I'm Pampered by the Big Shots," and my upcoming novels, "Cannon Fodder in a Historical Novel Gets Rich by Eating Gossip [Transmigration]" and "The Cold and Aloof Shou and the Silly Dog Gong Get Married," are available for collection. The synopsis is at the bottom.】 This novel: *Jiang Yiqing inherited a temple, but... the temple is dilapidated and needs repair, and it has no followers, so he needs to develop it. Helpless, he started live streaming. However, the content of his live streams is a bit special; he streams fortune telling. — At first, everyone treated this newly created live stream room as a joke. Until... the platform's big brother came to provoke him, and Jiang Yiqing was shocked: "The serial killer from Huangshan Town twenty-six years ago is actually doing live streaming, and you even came to me for fortune telling? You're really bold." That same day, the police issued a public notice and presented Jiang Yiqing with a banner. A woman, unable to conceive for years, was desperate and seeking any remedy. Jiang Yiqing, after a quick calculation, said, "Sister, I can only say you're fine. Did your husband discuss adopting a child with you? That child is from his affair with his mistress. Run!" Everyone: Wait, if this woman is fine, then her husband is the problem…wow, that's a lot of information! The comments section took a dramatic turn… "The streamer sang a song yesterday, and I slept like a log. My mom almost thought I was dead…" "Thank you, streamer, for saving my life!" "…" Because of a collaboration with the Underworld, and finding their efficiency too low, Jiang Yiqing also took time out of his busy schedule to help the Underworld develop its technology. "Holy crap, I was born with the ability to see ghosts, and I just watched my grandma pass away, and then she was scrolling through nearby ghosts on her phone, saying thank you Master Jiang, now there's a ghost community in the underworld. I almost cried, what did you do, streamer?!" "My grandpa appeared in my dream asking for Master Jiang's autograph, saying it's hard currency in the underworld..." -- The big shot became Jiang Yiqing's top fan, listening to Jiang Yiqing's off-key singing every day. Later, the big shot's gaze towards him became more and more different. Jiang Yiqing: "..." No, you can even hear emotion in my singing, your taste is really strange. But looking at the big shot's face... well, it's not impossible! However, he discovered that the big shot doesn't seem to be human... -- Mini-drama: One day, Wen Xiuyan discovered that Jiang Yiqing went out late at night instead of sleeping, and curiously followed him, only to find that he had come to the ancestral temple with its flourishing incense. The Ancestral Temple was bustling even at midnight, with a line of ghosts queuing up. Jiang Yiqing sat beside them, legs crossed, and leisurely said, "Take your time, one by one. No ghost money accepted." "Want to reincarnate quickly? Register here, work in the underworld for a hundred years and you'll get VIP access." Wasn't it supposed to be a million believers? Why aren't ghosts considered believers? — Synopsis for the upcoming novel, *Cannon Fodder in a Historical Novel Gets Rich by Eating Gossip [Transmigration]*: Jiang Le, just entering university and at the peak of his intelligence, accidentally transmigrated into a pathetic cannon fodder character in a melodramatic historical novel, bound to a useless gossip-eating system. Set in the resource-scarce 1970s, Jiang Le looked at his family, emaciated and on the verge of death, and felt utterly devastated. Until… Aunt Zhang from next door came to bully them again, and the useless system instantly got excited: “Host, Aunt Zhang’s husband is infertile!” Jiang Le glanced at Aunt Zhang’s five sons and three daughters: “!!!” System: “Beep beep! Let Aunt Zhang’s husband know the truth, and you can get 100 melon coins!” The secretary used his position to steal Jiang Le’s sister’s teaching job, and the system got excited again: “Host, this secretary is a spy! Expose him, and you can get 500 melon coins!” The educated youth who liked the female lead spread rumors about Jiang Le, and the system got excited again: “Host…” Jiang Le looked at the malted milk powder in the system’s shop, which cost only five melon coins, and a white steamed bun for one melon coin, and felt like he had struck it rich… From then on, while the original male and female leads were struggling to make ends meet, Jiang Le relied on the White Rabbit milk candy, rare milk powder, and beautiful clothes that couldn’t be bought in department stores that he got by eating melons to make his sallow and thin family members glow with health. The original story features a tumultuous relationship between the male and female protagonists, filled with breakups and reconciliations, filled with scheming and backstabbing. When they finally come to their senses, they discover that Jiang Le, the seemingly insignificant cannon fodder they looked down upon, has become the provincial top scorer! But Jiang Le has no time to care about them, because he's still preoccupied with the motivation that kept him reading this bizarre and morally questionable book. Even someone as brilliant as him couldn't survive this winter. Jiang Le clenched his fists: he would never let the other person repeat his mistakes! However, as he protected him, why was the other person's gaze towards him becoming increasingly strange? — The synopsis for the upcoming novel, "After the Cold and Aloof Shou and the Silly Gong's Marriage," is as follows: Chu Yuecheng learns from his father that he must fulfill the marriage agreement arranged by his grandfather. Enraged and unable to resist, he storms out. On the way, he encounters a deaf-mute beggar on the street. Chu Yuecheng has no wallet; he searches all his pockets and only manages to pull out a few hundred yuan. Just as Chu Yuecheng, looking apologetic, was about to place the money into the broken bowl in the deaf-mute's hand, a slender, beautiful hand offered him twenty yuan, accompanied by a melodious voice like the clinking of jade: "Hello, is the money in the bowl?" Chu Yuecheng subconsciously nodded, as did the beggar…the deaf-mute. Chu Yuecheng was completely bewildered. When he came to his senses, the hand had already taken the money back. He immediately turned his head and saw the cool, handsome young man lower his eyes and put the money into his bag. Chu Yuecheng stood there dumbfounded, his face gradually turning red. — Ever since meeting Qi Muyi, Chu Yuecheng had been relentlessly pursuing him while firmly telling his father that he would not accept this arranged marriage of feudal society. Finally, Chu's father relented, saying the engagement could be annulled, but Chu Yuecheng had to personally go and apologize to Qi Muyi. Chu Yuecheng agreed; he was willing to do anything to annul the engagement. He arrived at the agreed-upon location refreshed, only to find Qi Muyi there. Qi Muyi's cold face remained expressionless: "I already know. It was just a verbal agreement; no need to take it to heart." Chu Yuecheng: "..." Was it too late for him to regret it? — After the marriage, because Chu Yuecheng was always overflowing with sympathy, he was frequently swindled out of money. All his money was taken and kept by Qi Muyi, who gave him five hundred yuan a month. Five hundred yuan wasn't even enough for one meal for the young master Chu. But he dared not say anything… His cronies gave him advice: "Want more pocket money? It's easy! Threaten to divorce him…" Before they could finish, Chu Yuecheng instantly exploded: "Divorce! Why would I divorce such a good wife? Are you just jealous that I have a good wife and want to take advantage of me!" His cronies: "…" "Oh, this is just a threat, to make him feel threatened. Don't you want him to love you even more?" Hearing the last sentence, Chu Yuecheng shamefully felt a stirring in his heart. However, things didn't go as he expected... Qi Muyi: "Divorce? Fine, should your lawyer handle the agreement, or should I?" Qi Muyi's beautiful fingers quickly typed a few lines on the keyboard: "I'll do it, it'll be quick." Chu Yuecheng burst into tears of anger. That night, Chu Yuecheng looked at the person beneath him: "You really want a divorce? Tell me, do you love me or not?" Qi Muyi's fingers gripped the sheets tightly, a faint blush spreading across his usually cool face. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the sound that was about to escape his throat, and said in shame and anger, "Shut...up!"

She was transported to another world in Japan and transformed into a shrine maiden.

Rin Hoshino wanted to live a leisurely life, but she discovered that the world was not so simple.

The mysterious has never gone away; the supernatural is all around us.

You need to spend money to become stronger.

Under the ever-approaching eeriness and the oppressive influence of the system, Hoshino Rin is forced to embark on the path of spending money to become stronger.

Steam had just ignited the flame of civilization, and the world was still in the imperial era of feudal aristocrats. The Mechanicus, the Holy See, the Order of the Night, the Library, the Garden, the Cult of the Celestials, the Cult of the Radiant Moon… the changing of eras of unknown duration brought forth a flourishing of various religious sects.

This is the fortieth millennium.

The gods are silent, the demons roar. The human empire slowly sinks into decay amidst endless war and corruption.

Ang Lee, one of the millions of slave laborers in the Nest City, discovered a glimmer of light from ancient Terra in the eternal darkness—an ancient movement called the Way of Peace, and an unfinished prophecy: "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise."

He never imagined that this glimmer of light would eventually ignite a prairie fire.

Talismanic water and alchemy countered Nurgle's benevolence, a tightly organized force shattered Tzeentch's conspiracy, and the beliefs of mortals surged in the Warp, giving birth to an unprecedented being—the Yellow God who governs "order and revolution."

However, Ang Lee gradually discovered that the greatest enemy was neither the Empire's expeditionary force nor the ever-watchful Chaos God.

Rather, it is a reflection of his own ideal—that which is trying to devour him, dragging everything he pursues into a cold, absolute abyss of order…the embodiment of divinity.

When the bells of destiny toll, he will embark on a long expedition to confront the painful and immense will atop the golden throne.

This is not a war to kill gods.

This is proof of humanity, an ultimate defense of free will, a testament to this despairing galaxy...

The final expedition to rediscover "humanity".

"First, I beseech Holy King Guilliman! Second, I beseech Les to possess me! Third, I beseech Grand Marshal Leon! May the Emperor manifest and sweep away the evil spirits! May my left shoulder be benevolent and righteous! May my right shoulder be righteous and benevolent! May the treacherous and horrible aid me! May the false emperor, the great villain, be annihilated!" Looking at the weak human before him, babbling incoherently before the two armies, his eyes rolling back and his body convulsing, an aura of unspeakable loyalty emanated from this human and spread throughout the battlefield. The onlookers, from powerful demon lords to imperial auxiliary soldiers and accompanying priests, all involuntarily took three steps back, their faces showing simultaneous terror. "I told you! These warlock cultists are pathetic!" Li Lian, who himself didn't know what had possessed him this time, gave a smug smile to the restless archbishop not far away. "See that? This is the mysterious power from the East!" "Alas! Your Excellency the Archbishop, and that incredibly strong Governor possessed by the Demon Prince! Don't run away!"

O soul with three faces, please listen to my question:

If the power and wealth of the strong can cover up crimes, who can judge them?

If the weak are willing to pay any price to survive, who can guarantee their survival?

If even the purest and kindest souls make mistakes, who can offer them solace?

If the strong help the weak, then it is truly the foundation of paradise. But who is it that leaves them to wail in the midst of suffering?

Are day and night equal? ​​Are the righteous and the sinner equal? ​​If man is born weak, from which god shall the weak find peace?

On Sunday, he embarked on his destined path, a permanent martyrdom that belonged to him personally.

This time he had no robin, and his paradise was impeccable, but the absence of his companion soul left him bewildered. He would fly high into the sky and become the sun in the heavens, where all people would grow passionately in his light, and all evil would have nowhere to hide!

The ideal system of society is a seven-day weekend, where the day after Sunday is the second, third, and even forever Sunday, a day of eternal peace and inaction.

When the ideal is truly realized, the real test for the martyrs will begin.

Sunday, the counterpart, has the ability to break iron, but lacks the storyline of breaking iron and other characters. She is a native of the Cursed Return who borrowed Sunday's character design.

Write down what might happen if the ideal Sunday return to the world were truly appropriate and actually came true.

P.S.: The author has low educational level, update time is irregular, and I haven't read any books on religion or philosophy. I'm just doing Marxist philosophy for credits, so please don't scold me. Much of the synopsis is taken from the game's Sunday storyline; apologies for any out-of-character moments. I hope you enjoy reading it.

A soul from another world arrives in the world of the Lord of Mysteries, but he's transported to the wrong place—the moon… PS: Two male protagonists [Klein and the main character], no female lead, the protagonist's mother is a fallen goddess, he arrives via a portal to the moon, he has built-in cheat codes, is in a state of chaotic neutrality, suffers from schizophrenia, and is a hypocrite. The main character's personality is similar to early versions of Nvidia, treating the world as a virtual game and characters as NPCs, perceiving the world's good and bad qualities from his own perspective.