异世大陆 Novels

While playing a game, He Ting unexpectedly transmigrates into a primitive beast world—a place with a crude society and ferocious wild beasts.He Ting remains perfectly calm. “I have max-level Beast Taming.”There’s just one strange thing: that beautiful white giant tiger is so docile. So why does it show as Untamable?

A Chinese person transmigrated to another world—a place with magic, battle aura, and a wondrous power called fulu (talisman script). It was a kind of writing that, once written, could produce tremendous power. This script was extremely difficult to learn, and it was incomplete: only a few hundred fulu characters had been confirmed worldwide.And our protagonist discovered… that this script…was Chinese.These talismans weren’t the Maoshan Taoist kind you paste up to exorcise demons and vanquish evil. They were more like the story of Ma Liang and the Magic Brush from childhood. With the Magic Brush, whatever you painted appeared. Here, whatever you wrote appeared.

Xing Yuan was just an ordinary Chinese literature major at university. After transmigrating to another world, he became a street doctor. Recently, as his patients grew fewer and fewer, he could barely make a living. By chance, he began translating Chinese mythology stories in the other world as a way to learn its language—but his otherworldly friends’ reactions were getting stranger and stranger.

At the Nine Heavens of Fire, the God of Light enjoys the faith of a prosperous age.At the Nine Hells of Evil, the God of Darkness alone commands the source of chaos.Fuxi transmigrated into the black sheep destined to become the Demon God.The Nine Heavens of Fire wait for him to turn into a calamity and harvest faith, while the God of Darkness tempts him to indulge every hatred and arrogance.He is destined to answer the call of the abyss, and ultimately, stepping over heaps of fresh blood and billions of bones, become the most evil Demon God and bring down the death of the apocalypse.He is a troublemaker not tolerated by the world.He is a lamb destined to be sacrificed to the next era.He...Fuxi: Baa?You stupid piece of trash, did you get my species wrong???Fuxi touched his woolly sheep horns and, with a blank expression, tore the letter of fate to pieces.Fuxi: Thanks for asking, I have never feared a fight.#I am a black sheep, not a black goat##I’m going to beat the hell out of you brainless idiots right now!#My way, my win novel; the CP is already set, baa-top and snake-bottom.Probably can be considered a fragmented-identity bottom.Welcome to bookmark it!

This is the prosperous era of Kaiser VII, where steam roars, industrial chimneys rise, and machinery collides with magic in dazzling sparks. Law and major orthodox religions maintain the surface peace of society. Yet beneath the tides of the new era lie endless shadows—endless cults of eldritch gods, unpredictable heresies, and ancient forbidden devilish rites… None of this had anything to do with Ollovice, originally. He was just a minor vicar-deacon in a remote village—until he raised an abyssal fiend…

Xiwei inherited a rundown farm from his unreliable parents, located at the edge of a monster-infested forest, with neighbors like dwarves, goblins, and a witch. Occasionally, adventuring parties would drop by to stay. The farm was too big, the work too much—after half a month of backbreaking labor, he’d only managed to plow two acres. This couldn’t go on. Xiwei decided to hire help. After posting countless flyers and job ads, the first applicant to show up was… a dragon?! Clutching the two silver coins in his pocket, Xiwei wondered if he could even afford to hire a silver dragon. The dragon tentatively offered: “My daily wage is two blueberry pies, a plate of butter-fried steak, mushroom-stewed quail, and a basket of crispy bread rolls to dip in cream soup.” Xiwei let go of the coins: That… didn’t sound too bad? Both sides secretly thought they’d gotten the better deal. The dragon ate a lot but worked even more—plowing ten acres in three days, stacking firewood high in the yard, keeping the stables spotless, doing everything single-handedly. As Xiwei kneaded dough for crispy bread in the kitchen, he thought: Having a dragon around is amazing! With the dragon’s help, he finally had time to deliver raspberry pies to the Holy Maiden in the city, commission goblins to gather mushrooms, and join the village’s harvest festival… His farm thrived, suppliers sought out his produce, adventurers shared their stories, and his non-human neighbors visited often. But the silver dragon sulked: “Xiwei’s blueberry pies aren’t just for me anymore.” Xiwei gently stroked his forehead: “Austin, are you… pouting?” The dragon’s face turned beet-red, and he resolved to ignore his bold human lover for the next ten minutes.

Wen Liu was told he would marry a demon dragon and become its bride. After the wedding, he could inherit the dragon’s wealth, subjects, and land. Wen Liu was delighted: "Such a good deal?" On the wedding day, dressed elegantly, he stepped into the lavish chapel and gazed affectionately at his future spouse— A dragon egg. The demon dragon... was still an egg. His wealth? A drafty, dilapidated castle. His subjects? Three hundred emaciated slaves who looked on the verge of starvation. His land? A desolate wasteland spanning ten thousand square kilometers centered around Dragon Valley. Wen Liu felt swindled, but the knights who escorted him had already vanished on their horses. An elderly, frail steward hobbled forward, awaiting the new lord’s orders. "My lord..." Holding his "spouse," Wen Liu’s last shred of composure snapped. "With subjects and land, how could I possibly starve?" Rolling up his sleeves, he embarked on the path of farming and prosperity. Years later, A previously unknown town emerged on the continent, producing exquisite textiles, pristine porcelain, and dazzling ornaments... Every visitor praised its prosperity in the most lavish terms, and bards sang ballads of its glory. A greedy king amassed an army, intent on seizing the town for himself— Then they witnessed a colossal dragon descending from the sky. [The dragon hatches as an adult; romantic developments occur only after maturity.]