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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...

Julian Navarro knows every frame of Lydia Vale’s forgotten filmography. He knows which stair collapses, which ray gun jams, and exactly when the fragile heroine is supposed to faint into a handsome man’s arms. He also knows Lydia vanished in 1967 without leaving a body. During an unauthorized midnight screening, Lydia looks through the television, calls Julian by name, and dies in a scene that never existed. A battered remote pulls him after her. Inside The Bride of Blackwater House, Julian is dressed as a dashing stranger, Lydia is forced into the role of a helpless heiress, and a cold interface gives him three seconds of Pause to change the ending. Saving her once is only the beginning. Lydia remembers every death. The films reset around her, the roles push against her body, and the thing she calls the Auteur keeps inventing worse finales. Each completed rescue unlocks another remote command Julian can use both on screen and at home. Each command also builds Static, drawing the attention of a secret media-containment office and letting the Auteur edit the real world in return. Between classes, shifts, archive thefts, and increasingly brutal pulp adventures, Julian must investigate the actress he thought he knew. Lydia must decide whether a fan who controls the exit can ever see her as a person. Before a Halloween broadcast puts her final death before millions of viewers, they have to recover her stolen identity, expose the conspiracy that made her films, and take the last cut away from the monster behind the camera.

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.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"