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"She was a demon to begin with, how could she possibly be corrupted by encountering me, a human? Critics always talk about ludicrous things." In 1798, during an interview with the press, Cardinal Bishop Lanci was asked about his past with the exiled last princess of the Demon Race, as well as recent signs of the resurrection of the demons. He stated: "I have made too many efforts to defend world peace, I am quite sure, there is absolutely no possibility for the Demon Race to revive under her leadership." ...... In the winter of 1802, the revival of the Demon Race succeeded. [Based on the above information, please indicate who is the main culprit leading to the revival of the Demon Race, and explain why it is Lanci. (10 points)] —— excerpt from "Classic Examination Questions in Empire History."

Shen Long held a Myriad Beasts Tower, and the Spirit Beasts he reared became increasingly formidable— The Fire Rock Beast transformed into the Fire Qilin The Gold-Winged Windroc into the Thunder Roc The Green-Eyed Spirit Fox into the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox … Years later. Do you know what Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race is?!

Good news! The game is up and running! Bad news, while other players play the game, I get played by the game. Bai E had reserved "Galaxy Online" only to find himself turned into cannon fodder artificial human within the game world. High-dimensional demons, endless swarms of insects, the crisis of intelligent machinery... Universal pests running rampant, and Bai E even has to face a fourth catastrophe—players. Confronted with these things, even the soul won't find peace after death. Finding a place to bury oneself first seems like the most prudent way to die. Wait, what's this? 【Lucky Strike: Tenfold critical hit, maxed drop rate, a single strike for 999! Current charge: 100/100 (Note: Equipment depends entirely on drops, free trade for all.)】 Bai E: "Initially, I refused to struggle for survival in this crisis-filled Galaxy World, but then I gave it a try, wow! The drop rate is really high!" (PS: Players who have been cut by the leek can also have a process they are passionate about. Come play a game, protagonists, players, us...) ```

Crossing into another world, Shen Yuan unexpectedly picks up a mysterious Turtle Shell in the river, activating the [Daily Hexagram] system bound to his family. [Today's Hexagram · Auspicious]: You pass by the Black Water Pool and unexpectedly encounter a Centennial Blood Toad shedding its skin. The shed skin has extremely high medicinal value and can be sold for two hundred Patterned Silver taels. [Today's Hexagram · Great Ominous]: A Barbarian Race scout team sneaks into Hidden Dragon Mountain. If you go into the mountain to chop wood, you will encounter bloodshed. [Today's Hexagram · Auspicious]: You take your son to hunt in Hidden Dragon Mountain and will have a good opportunity. [Today's Hexagram · Great Auspicious]: You spend a fortune to purchase a piece of land from the County Government, which hides a Lower Grade Spirit Stone Ore Vein.

Gute Neuigkeiten! Das Spiel läuft! Schlechte Neuigkeiten, während andere Spieler das Spiel spielen, werde ich vom Spiel gespielt. Bai E hatte "Galaxy Online" reserviert, nur um festzustellen, dass er in Kanonenfutter, einen künstlichen Menschen innerhalb der Spielwelt, verwandelt wurde. Hochdimensionale Dämonen, endlose Schwärme von Insekten, die Krise intelligenter Maschinen... Universelle Schädlinge, die außer Kontrolle geraten, und Bai E muss sogar einer vierten Katastrophe gegenüberstehen—Spielern. Angesichts dieser Dinge findet nicht einmal die Seele nach dem Tod Frieden. Einen Platz zum Begraben zu finden scheint zunächst die klügste Art zu sterben. Warte, was ist das? 【Glücksschlag: Zehnfacher kritischer Treffer, maximierte Droprate, ein einzelner Schlag für 999! Aktuelle Ladung: 100/100 (Hinweis: Ausrüstung hängt vollständig von Drops ab, freier Handel für alle.)】 Bai E: "Anfangs habe ich mich geweigert, in dieser krisenreichen Galaxie-Welt ums Überleben zu kämpfen, aber dann habe ich es versucht, wow! Die Droprate ist wirklich hoch!" (PS: Spieler, die betrogen wurden, können auch einen Prozess haben, für den sie sich begeistern. Kommt, spielt ein Spiel, Protagonisten, Spieler, wir...)

Synopsis: "so, there is really life after death huh?" "HAHAHHAAAAA" - - - "MC" is killed by his own gang members, he thought that he is dead for good but NO... His soul is sent inside the youngest child of the emperor, in another world Now, what to do? One more time he is young but his greed for power is still the same as ever Let's see what he will do in this new world, will he live a decent life or just go straight towards the throne and one more time become the apex predator of the food chain Or, will he be chained down by his own relatives for political gains? - - - Note- Mc goes into an old china settings world, he didn't really time traveled back to old china but sent into another world but that world has the same old china type look.

--Warning: This story contains graphic scenes of violence and bloodshed. No one under 18 is allowed-- -To not get confused by the end chapters, read Fallen Chronicles first- ---0--- Have you ever pondered the mechanisms behind the Demon King's power system? Wondered how they attain such strength at the game's outset, or why they seem to advance in levels more swiftly and efficiently than the heroes? Well... this is what our MC will discover very soon. ---0--- All names, places, deities, and mythological references in this work are entirely fictional. They are not intended to represent or reference any real-world religion, culture, spiritual belief, or existing mythos. Any resemblance to actual events, names, people (living or deceased), or religious figures—past or present—is purely coincidental. This is a work of imagination, and all elements within it exist solely for the purpose of fictional storytelling.

Tout le monde a entendu cette histoire clichée. Une race pacifique au bord de l'anéantissement. Une prière désespérée. Un héros invoqué d'un autre monde pour les sauver de l'extinction après une guerre longue et brutale. C'était exactement ce à quoi le continent des demi-humains s'attendait. Elfes, vampires, peuple bestial, lamia, centaures, fées – chaque race née de la mana – tombait, acculée par l'empire humain en progression. Leur magie avait disparu. La révolution humaine était inarrêtable. L'extinction se profilait. Alors, comme le dictaient les légendes, ils ont effectué l'ancienne invocation, pensant qu'un héros apparaîtrait. Il les mènerait à la victoire après des années de difficultés, d'innombrables batailles et de sacrifices dramatiques. Une longue et épique lutte. Ou du moins, c'est ce qu'ils pensaient. Au lieu de cela, le héros qu'ils ont invoqué – Luca – a regardé autour de lui, a fait craquer ses jointures et a mis fin à toute la guerre en deux jours. Deux jours. Pas de grande campagne. Pas de dernier combat. Pas de saga glorieuse et prolongée. Les armées humaines se sont repliées d'elles-mêmes, terrifiées par le monstre que les demi-humains avaient invoqué. Et les demi-humains ne pouvaient que regarder fixement. Leur sauveur. Leur conquérant. Leur mal de tête. Parce qu'une fois la paix revenue... Luca a commencé à faire ce qu'il voulait. Il a formé les elfes à tirer avec des AK-47 avec une précision mécanique et a forcé ces végétariens à manger de la viande grillée. Il a fabriqué des fauteuils roulants pour les sirènes afin qu'elles puissent rouler sur la terre comme d'arrogantes impératrices aquatiques. Il a donné de la dynamite aux nains 'pour mieux exploiter les mines' et a immédiatement réalisé qu'il avait créé un danger mondial. Il utilisait les salamandres comme barbecues vivants, insistant sur le fait que c'était 'une utilisation écologique efficace de la chaleur'. Et si ce n'était pas déjà assez désastreux, il y avait plus. La déesse qui avait envoyé Luca lui avait confié une seconde mission : Agir comme l'étalon ultime du continent et repeupler chaque race de demi-humains. Quand il a annoncé cela avec désinvolture, tout le continent est resté silencieux. Les elfes se sont figés, les vampires ont paniqué, les sirènes ont essayé de s'éloigner en roulant, et les filles de slime ont fondu de choc. À ce moment-là, chaque tribu a réalisé une chose — Ils regrettaient absolument d'avoir invoqué ce Héros.

Everyone has heard the cliché tale. A peaceful race on the brink of annihilation. A desperate prayer. A hero summoned from another world to save them from extinction after a long, brutal war. That was exactly what the demi-human continent expected. Elves, vampires, beastkin, lamia, centaurs, fairies—every race born from mana—were falling, cornered by the advancing human empire. Their magic was gone. Human revolution was unstoppable. Extinction loomed. So, as legends dictated, they performed the ancient summoning, thinking hero would appear. He would lead them to victory after years of hardship, countless battles, and dramatic sacrifices. A long, epic struggle. Or so they thought. Instead, the hero they summoned—Luca—looked around, cracked his knuckles, and ended the entire war in two days. Two Days. No grand campaign. No final stand. No glorious, drawn-out saga. The human armies retreated on their own, terrified of whatever monster the demi-humans had summoned. And the demi-humans could only stare. Their savior. Their conqueror. Their headache. Because once peace returned… Luca started doing whatever he wanted. He trained elves to fire AK-47s with machine-perfect precision and forced vegetarians like them to eat grilled meat. He crafted wheel-chairs for mermaids so they could roll across land like smug aquatic empresses. He gave dwarves dynamite 'for better mining' and immediately realized he had created a worldwide hazard. He used salamanders as living barbecues, insisting it was 'efficient ecological heat usage.' And if that wasn’t already disastrous enough, there was more. The goddess who sent Luca down had given him a second mission: To act as the continent’s ultimate breeding bull and repopulate every demi-human race. When he casually announced this, the entire continent went silent. Elves froze, vampires panicked, mermaids tried to roll away, and slime girls melted in shock. At that moment, every tribe realized one thing— They absolutely regretted summoning this Hero. — discord.gg/Fb3hY3Nfbj

Sometimes dreams come true, even the impossible ones. Martin never expected to get a summer job as a mechanic at GP2 one day. As if that was not enough, he will work on his idol's car! The racing driver, however, turns out to be different than what the media shows him, as if he had something dark inside him ... With the smell of grease, gasoline and car oil, Martin learns more about life than he could ever expect. All events, characters and organizations are fictional. The resemblance to any real person, organization, or event is purely coincidental. Cover made using AI and my own work.