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By sheer happenstance, Wang Hui's casual purchase of a blind box revealed an entire miniature world. A mere scattering of crumbs could sustain a tiny tribe through the harshest winter, while a single soda can was sufficient to fully arm thousands of diminutive soldiers. To these minute humans, he was nothing short of a deity descended from the heavens. Even more astonishingly, subsequent blind box acquisitions unveiled a second, a third, and numerous additional miniature worlds. He could even interlace these tiny realms, observing from on high the clashes of varied civilizations. "With countless small worlds within my command," he mused, "I am the sovereign of these boundless miniature beings."

My name is Chu Yan. After rejecting the unspoken rules imposed by my elders, I was compelled to venture into the lawless realm of trials to rectify the evils present therein. As the trials commenced, “Beware of these perilous women: the sinful knightesses, the fallen nuns of desire, the annihilator officers, and the smuggler merchantresses...” “Goodness, what a magnitude of wickedness!” At the conclusion of the trials, Chu Yan found herself ensconced in the voluptuous embrace of these wayward women, facing the deathly gaze of the examiner. “Please elucidate the nature of this situation!” “Beyond my bedroom, the security level in the entire area is remarkably high, with outstanding governance results!” “My lord, such is not the proper use of these wayward women!”

Did you know that the flesh of the little demon boasts a protein content six times that of beef, capable of providing an individual with their daily hydration needs? Its tender texture is infused with various vitamins, making it suitable for stewing, roasting, frying, or grilling, and it is renowned for its beautifying properties. This green and healthful delicacy has garnered fervent admiration from the aristocracy of Byronwell, with numerous demon hunters amassing wealth through the trade of little demon jerky, despite many of these offerings being fraudulent, comprised of the flesh of wretched fiends. However, Alan wishes to convey that he would rather consume a mouthful of weeds than swallow even a morsel of little demon meat. Because… the taste is reminiscent of excrement.

In the year 1038, known as the Year of the Gushing Springs, the mighty Titan, Ranasis, stole the artifact of the Arctic god, Uluthio—the enchanting Ice and Snow Necklace. Consequently, the vast glaciers dominating the north began to recede. The lands of Nafiel, Vasa, and Damara became increasingly habitable, heralding the commencement of a grand migration. In the same year, powerful legends received cryptic messages from the future. Though the incomplete magic only conveyed fleeting whispers, the people sensed that a formidable magical empire was emerging in the northern realms. Driven by motives of power, sorcery, riches, and justice, the strong began their journey northward. Yet, all of this seemed inconsequential to Lynn. The newly arrived traveler merely sought a better life, unconcerned with the missteps of deities or the grand maneuvers of legendary figures. However, on occasion, as he gazed upon the chaotic and backward state of Faerûn, he could not help but ponder: perhaps it was time to bestow a new order upon this world?

In another virtual world, a game gourmet changes everything. The chef's creations are legendary: fried rice made with phoenix eggs, rice from the Qin Dynasty, and dumplings filled with ice silkworm meat. But there are rules: if the chef doesn’t let you eat, you can’t. Even if you can, it depends on his mood—if he’s not feeling it, forget about it. Every day, chaos ensues as people scramble for a taste, with even starlets waiting eagerly, using flying swords and ships just for that exquisite culinary experience. —He is the devilish chef, loved and hated, wielding his iron wok.