Becoming a God, Starting with a Dragon's Lair [Western Fantasy]

Dihua x Secret Identities x Leveling Up x Nation-Building Wanta blinked, and found herself transported to another world. With a pair of wings on her back and claws like fine gold, she had become a strong and beautiful feathered dragon. Hehe. She opened the System search and discovered that dragons were hated by everyone in this world, and magical creatures were on the brink of extinction. Not so hehe. By expanding her dragon’s lair and recruiting followers, she could raise her combat power. From then on, Wanta led an exhausting life: secretly rescuing mythical creatures and sheltering exiled witches so they could lie low and grow stronger in her lair, while constantly creating secret identities and stirring up trouble everywhere to build her own reputation. As for what those secret identities got up to... none of your business! A paladin, noble and pure by nature but stubborn to the core, refuses to be recruited no matter what? Just put on a secret identity, beat him up, then swoop down from above to save the day! Paladin: Thank you for saving me! ...By the way, who just beat me up? Wanta: None of your business! The Church keeps the city-states under tight control, and the people in the lower city live miserable lives. A direct assault would be too costly? Just have someone secretly burn down the bishop and the temple, then show up in a secret identity to put out the fire! People: You truly are the holy defender of the temple, a savior who came to put out the fire! But who started it... Wanta: None of your business! The Church’s holy son has been manipulated, so there’s no way to bring them all over to her side? Just use a secret identity to capture a weak, innocent holy son, coerce and tempt him into bearing a “demon’s mark,” then switch identities and appear with a saintly air to save him when he’s in despair! Holy Son: I can feel the presence of the gods in you. You truly are a benevolent... Wait, how did you know I was branded? Wanta: I told you, it’s none of your business! Many years later, the name of Wanta, Mother of the Earth, resounded across the continent. She was the founder of the witches’ gathering. She was the last master of the snow griffins. She was the sole god of the secret cults of the many deities. She was the protector of those who resisted and sought change. 【Until the sky sank into the sea.】 【Until sworn enemies sat together at one table.】 【The mistress of the dragon’s lair, mother of dragons, goddess of all peoples, Vanta.】 【Her name is still sung across the land.】 P.S. This is not a traditional Western fantasy novel. It does not use settings from tabletop games or related works, and features an original, independent world. P.P.S. This novel has a male lead, whose storyline appears relatively late. P.P.P.S. The female lead has many secret identities, all of them female, with no cross-dressing plotlines. The identities are all herself and will not come to life independently. Character design artists: Erji, Ali Cover artist: yosa Coming next: “Cut the Chatter. Take It Up with the Path of Slaughter” Chen Weiyao, a Nascent Soul cultivator of the Path of Slaughter, was on the verge of ascending beyond the void when she perished beneath thunder and fire. When she opened her eyes again, she had somehow ended up in another world, inside the body of a sickly young woman about to be sacrificed to an immortal sect and turned into alchemy material. Chen Weiyao: Why do all you fellow cultivators look like demonic cultivators, just like me? Die. Dark clouds hang over the mortal realm. All nine provinces bow before the celestial jade palace, and even ordinary small sects dare to abduct people at will, treating mortals like livestock. Chen Weiyao: Why aren’t you running away when you see me? I say you want to help me cultivate. Die. The Path of Slaughter is brutally difficult. Each step must be built upon the bones and blood of orthodox cultivators. Before coming to this world, Chen Weiyao had always thought that was common knowledge. After arriving in this world, she discovered that these arrogant cultivators were not only everywhere, running about in droves, but also didn’t even try to avoid the Path of Slaughter! What do you mean, “Fellow cultivator, please stop”? What do you mean, “Senior, please spare my life”? Cut the chatter. Go explain it to the Path of Slaughter! After reforging her heart aperture and returning to the Nascent Soul realm, Chen Weiyao looked back and thought, Huh? Why are you mortals calling me a sage? I’m a demonic cultivator! A novel about slaying immortals and crushing the Dao, pure power fantasy. There is a male lead, who appears within the first 20% of the story. The plot-to-romance ratio is 7:3. Theme: Make an effort to live well and work diligently.