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My name is Li Xiuwen, and I got an application called "Warcraft Factory". 　　These non-human beasts are more powerful than the other, and the products produced are also equipped with special effects. 　　Quality +5? 　　Efficiency +100%? 　　The short and sturdy dwarves and the infinite giants said in unison: See how we can make magical products one by one and sling foreign companies.

Westfall, a barren and desolate place. Home to Murlocs, Kobolds, and the Defias Brotherhood. It was also a fictional location, or at least, it was until Sean woke up one day to find himself in the world of Azeroth, not surprisingly in Westfall. Bearing a new surname; Feathermoon, Sean finds himself trying to survive the dangers of Azeroth as he sets his sight on living a comfortable and happy life. Of course, as with all transmigrators, Sean has a cheat ability—he could summon a Spatial Garrison. Granted the ability to travel to different timelines, he soon became a target of the gatekeepers of time, the Bronze Dragonflight. Will our hero be able to achieve his goal, or will Azeroth and its inhabitants consume him before that?

In a world full of dangers and opportunities, what would you do with a high-level artifact of the outer plane? Is it to be free and easy on the mainland, fighting swordsmanship, killing people in ten steps? Or silently farm and develop in the borderlands, and occasionally go out and pretend to be a pig? Or to revive the ancient arcane, to restore the glory of the arcanist? Or... become a great god and control the fate of mortals? This is the history of Donald's struggle in another world.

This fanfiction, inspired by various movies, anime, games, and comics-including but not limited to Warcraft , Tolkien written purely for entertainment and non-commercial purposes. I do not own the original intellectual properties. This work is also part of my journey to practice writing English novels before creating my own original story. A 40-year-old Warcraft gamer falls gravely ill and dies. His soul drifts through the void, lost and unaware of its place-until a bright light appears, drawing him in. He follows the light and meets Iluvatar, the Creator. They talk, and the soul shares stories of famous franchises from distant worlds. Iluvatar is delighted to learn that His creations are celebrated even beyond their own realm. As a gift, Iluvatar transforms the soul into a magnificent World Tree and plants it on the planet Azeroth, singing a creation song that expands the world itself. Now, Azeroth holds two continents: the original Azeroth and a new land called Valinor. Iluvatar grants the soul, now rooted in the World Tree, the power of His Song-limited only by the soul's own creativity. Thus, the soul becomes the living World Tree of Azeroth, standing tall before the arrival of the Burning Legion. Author’s Note This fanfiction is a personal writing exercise, inspired by the rich mythologies of Tolkien’s legendarium and the world of Warcraft. It is not intended for commercial use or distribution. My primary goal is to improve my English writing skills while exploring narrative techniques and thematic depth that will support the development of my original novel, Terra Aeterna. Terra Aeterna is a separate, self-contained universe—distinct from any existing franchise—and reflects my own philosophical and creative vision. This fanfiction is simply a space to experiment, learn, and grow as a writer. Thank you for reading.

I come from Gilneas, I am a werewolf and also a druid. I shuttle through the jungle, searching for the gods of the wilderness and feeling the call of nature. During this process, he witnessed the dragon soaring in the sky, felt the anger of the elements, and experienced the baptism of war, making us followers Alpha feel a different kind of Warcraft

In the mysterious otherworld, he reigns as a godlike warrior—one flick of his hand, and tens of thousands of formidable soldiers vanish into ashes. While others tremble before the relentless onslaught of the undead, he remains composed, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "Mere insects. My legion of the dead shall crush them in the blink of an eye!" Meanwhile, beauties of unparalleled grace and charm weave their own schemes, each seeking to ensnare him with temptation. Watch as he dominates this otherworldly realm, wielding the power of life and death, and carves a legend of his own!

Introduction: After accidentally obtaining a mysterious witch tower, Yang Ling stepped into the threshold of witchcraft practice and became a blood witch. Others can only summon one or two magic beasts, but he can tame thousands of magic beasts with mysterious witchcraft and form a huge magic beast army...

Ni Kalimdor. ni Northrend y ni siquiera los reinos del este, nadie estaba preparado para el nacimiento y ascenso de lo que se conoceria como la nueva horda arrasandolo todo con un ejercito interminable de bestias draconicas y bestias emplumadas, para algunos seran aliados invaluables, para otros seran enemigos jurados y para la legion ardiente, demostraran seran un adversario a la altura.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"