Blacksmith of the Apocalypse - 1403. Not Fazed

On the server “Altar,” a high-class survival game was officially launched. Survival was the only logic in the human game of alliance, betrayal, and human-natured games of deceit and treachery. After the smoke of gunpowder ends, only the survivors can speak.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the amnesiac An Wujiu saw a person at his side killed. While in confusion, a floating green typeface appeared before him.

Variable Name: An Wujiu
Attributes: Male, 20 years old
Game Rounds: 5
Win Rate: 100/100
Danger Rank: SSS

No wonder they were afraid.

The first time he saw An Wujiu, Shen Ti felt curious. The kindness and fragility in those eyes were not fake, so how could he survive in the Altar? It was until he saw the man had a sudden personality change. He recklessly gambled regardless of the cost, casually estranged people, grew further excited on the verge of death, and even calculated against himself to win. Only then did Shen Ti realize that it was his own cognitive bias.

Fortunately, he wasn’t a normal person either.

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[Harem + Mature + Summoning + Diverse Races Harem + Upgrade]Negut has transmigrated, but this time, he never expected that his girlfriend would also come to this world.Not only that, his girlfriend has become one of the most terrifying existences in this post-Apocalypse world, where modern technology is combined with magic.Only having the F-99 rank class, Slime Summoner, the weakest of all classes?What is even more unfortunate is that because he had borne all of his girlfriend’s disabilities in their previous life, in this life, he is a cripple. One leg missing, one eye lost, and his lung function severely impaired.It is fine. Even if he is weak, as long as his harem is strong, that is enough.Blood Dragon - Lilith, Light Spirit - Tanila, The Thorned Seraph - Selviera, Technology Angel - Zariel...While everyone is envying him, he only wants to run away.Because a lemon is only squeezed once before being thrown away, while he is squeezed over and over again.

Emperor Gabela: Imperial legions are unstoppable on land.

Great Orc Chief: All the warriors of the tribe can count as ten.

Jade Realm Elf King: The forest ranger has never missed a shot.

Chairman of the Horn Bay Alliance: The alliance fleet is the undisputed ruler of the sea.

A mysterious organization: The prophesied era will finally come.

Paul Grayman: I am not targeting anyone. Everyone here is rubbish.

Start the journey of guns and cannons crushing the low-magic plane…

(This is an old-fashioned story about climbing a technological tree in another world to farm for hegemony. The author has limited knowledge and may make some mistakes in technical details. Criticism and corrections are welcome)

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Ercella lived a glorious life everyone envied, but died of an illness at a young age.

Before her death, she regretted not having become a proper mother to her son.

But somehow, she went back three years ago.

Ercella is living her second life.

I promise to be a loving mother this time.

However, is it too late?

“Now that you’re doing this, you’re just making me feel uncomfortable.”

The son only pushes her away and she realises that her relationship with the husband, who she thought was fine before her regression, wasn’t actually…