The Son of All Worlds [Quick Travel]

The full text is completed. [Each dungeon has a different style. Just pick the one you like and read it on OVO. Recommended pre-orders for "I Can't Be the Evil God, Creator" and "Blood Tyrant" have the lowest copy~] When Shen Bai was pushed by the researcher into the space-time machine, he hugged the only rabbit doll tightly. He made a wish in the midst of the turbulence of time and space, hoping to get a little love in his short life that was about to end. Any kind of love would do, as long as he could hug him. Worldline opened his chaotic eyes, glanced at him, and responded to him. ①The ancient witchcraft islanders who prayed for a miracle × the son of the lonely island god who strayed into the chaotic era When Chen Bai came, the usurper sat high in the sky. The Witch God roared with anger and revenge, and massacre and fear filled the entire sky. The witch gods returning home after the massacre: (carrying millet and preparing to cook for the cubs) (threatening the God of Forging in the forged iron pot) Shen Bai poked his head out: (Happily) How can Xiao Rongrong cook~ The ruthless wizard gods: (They all laughed in fascination, and the God of Forging fell to the ground) (Rubbing their fluffy paws) The little fluffy ones only know how to cook in the fire~ ② (Ongoing) The Age of Intelligence that is Glorious in the Universe × The Last Human Creator [A letter from the universe] (Unknown source) To Chen Bai: The core command of omnics is to love humanity. But our core directive can be to love you. ③The Zerg, the top armed force in the world's extremely cold places × the weak and only cub born ten thousand years ago ④Main World (a secret report) The spire of the tower stands above all traces of the highest plane. The emperor's brother, who came from the same source, died in the bloody battle for the plane. His Majesty held the sword and personally supported the soul and returned. Until one day, the emperor who controls the universe accidentally discovered that his brother seemed to have a child left behind. Highlight: ①[This is a fictional background and has nothing to do with reality. Please do not substitute it into reality. ] ②[This article is a non-CP cub raising group pet article. The content of the copy is for the parents and the protagonist cub, please pay attention to distinguish it. ] Recommend the finished article next door: "The Years I Was Forced to Be the Boss of the Script Team", click to read the cruel giant Shura field that made a certain leader flee in despair. . [Incomplete copy on August 15, 2023, has been screenshotted and saved, and can be added at any time] [Added once on August 29th, modified once on August 31st, screenshots taken] [Believers who raise cubs as pets and dote on gods] [There are many world alternatives, the cyberpunk virtual world Cthulhu, ancient Greece, ancient Athens, ancient mythology] [World order may differ from text order] ——I am the dividing line—— Pre-receipt: "I Can't Be the Evil God, the Creator" The copy is as follows: (A must-read for demining at the end of the article, this subject matter is very evil) Ever since he started playing that game, Si Chen had frequently dreamed of scarlet and dazzling things. He went to see a psychiatrist and found that the doctor seemed to be sicker than he was. The doctor said that I was the creator of heaven and hell in that game, and they loved me as sick, so I was sick. Of course I know this, this is a game setting. …But that's just a game? Countless times, Gabriel stretched out his bloody palms and poked his head out of the screen, revealing half of his head and staring greedily and desperately at the unreachable gods in higher planes. His holy divine power was chaotic and twisted. The devil with soft wings and eyes covered in suffering is licking the fingertips of God through the screen, and it is difficult to leave even if the temperature is high. The devil is willing to be chained and restrained for life, but the angel gives birth to bone horns out of longing. They opened their huge mouths and looked longingly at the god, wondering when they could swallow him. ——But I didn't know anything and opened the game as usual. [Third person in the text] ① Demining and highlighting: An XP work. I don't know that I am a philanderer but I will play hard but I will be responsible and try my best to keep a bowl of water level. In the end, I am still a scumbag. Click to see the life of the creatures who were placed (for your liking) and tortured (for your liking). ②Gao Gaoliang: He really trains dogs without knowing about literature. Later he will enter the game and have a Shura field. The real Shura Field, the one where the crazy creature stabbed to death and snatched the body several times. . This evil god's nickname is not a real evil master, but only refers to the good mental state of the creatures. Please show me your noble hands, I don't like to take detours, don't do that to me (bow, bow) (cold sweat) ——I am the dividing line—— Pre-receipt: "The Blood Tyrant [Western Fantasy]" Xu Yun, who was lying in a mental hospital waiting to die, signed a contract with the evil ghost in order to live, and was willing to perform the most cruel history to please the residents of hell, as long as he could live. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the free air of Rogzeri. The evil ghost laughed and said: In exchange for this honor, you will die if you do not ascend the throne within three years. Xu Yun's happy smile froze at the corners of his lips. The good news: He has a young, healthy, handsome body. Bad news: He has nothing but this body. Xu Yun squatted among the ruins, glanced at the countdown that was only visible to him, and smiled calmly: ... Great, if I can't live, then everyone will die with me. . No one knew that at the beginning of the tyrant's invincible army, everyone was himself. Xu Yun: Don't poke me. I have too many consciousnesses. It gives me a headache. . He wanted Madness to roam this continent for three years, wanted all the glorious years and treasures to be buried in his place, and wanted the entire continent to mourn for him for three years. . Note: Incomplete copywriting on February 4, 24, no cp drama, screenshots have been taken. Mission: Everyone will be loved