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My name is Li Xiuwen, and I got an application called "Warcraft Factory". 　　These non-human beasts are more powerful than the other, and the products produced are also equipped with special effects. 　　Quality +5? 　　Efficiency +100%? 　　The short and sturdy dwarves and the infinite giants said in unison: See how we can make magical products one by one and sling foreign companies.

Westfall, a barren and desolate place. Home to Murlocs, Kobolds, and the Defias Brotherhood. It was also a fictional location, or at least, it was until Sean woke up one day to find himself in the world of Azeroth, not surprisingly in Westfall. Bearing a new surname; Feathermoon, Sean finds himself trying to survive the dangers of Azeroth as he sets his sight on living a comfortable and happy life. Of course, as with all transmigrators, Sean has a cheat ability—he could summon a Spatial Garrison. Granted the ability to travel to different timelines, he soon became a target of the gatekeepers of time, the Bronze Dragonflight. Will our hero be able to achieve his goal, or will Azeroth and its inhabitants consume him before that?

In a world full of dangers and opportunities, what would you do with a high-level artifact of the outer plane? Is it to be free and easy on the mainland, fighting swordsmanship, killing people in ten steps? Or silently farm and develop in the borderlands, and occasionally go out and pretend to be a pig? Or to revive the ancient arcane, to restore the glory of the arcanist? Or... become a great god and control the fate of mortals? This is the history of Donald's struggle in another world.

This fanfiction, inspired by various movies, anime, games, and comics-including but not limited to Warcraft , Tolkien written purely for entertainment and non-commercial purposes. I do not own the original intellectual properties. This work is also part of my journey to practice writing English novels before creating my own original story. A 40-year-old Warcraft gamer falls gravely ill and dies. His soul drifts through the void, lost and unaware of its place-until a bright light appears, drawing him in. He follows the light and meets Iluvatar, the Creator. They talk, and the soul shares stories of famous franchises from distant worlds. Iluvatar is delighted to learn that His creations are celebrated even beyond their own realm. As a gift, Iluvatar transforms the soul into a magnificent World Tree and plants it on the planet Azeroth, singing a creation song that expands the world itself. Now, Azeroth holds two continents: the original Azeroth and a new land called Valinor. Iluvatar grants the soul, now rooted in the World Tree, the power of His Song-limited only by the soul's own creativity. Thus, the soul becomes the living World Tree of Azeroth, standing tall before the arrival of the Burning Legion. Author’s Note This fanfiction is a personal writing exercise, inspired by the rich mythologies of Tolkien’s legendarium and the world of Warcraft. It is not intended for commercial use or distribution. My primary goal is to improve my English writing skills while exploring narrative techniques and thematic depth that will support the development of my original novel, Terra Aeterna. Terra Aeterna is a separate, self-contained universe—distinct from any existing franchise—and reflects my own philosophical and creative vision. This fanfiction is simply a space to experiment, learn, and grow as a writer. Thank you for reading.

I come from Gilneas, I am a werewolf and also a druid. I shuttle through the jungle, searching for the gods of the wilderness and feeling the call of nature. During this process, he witnessed the dragon soaring in the sky, felt the anger of the elements, and experienced the baptism of war, making us followers Alpha feel a different kind of Warcraft

In the mysterious otherworld, he reigns as a godlike warrior—one flick of his hand, and tens of thousands of formidable soldiers vanish into ashes. While others tremble before the relentless onslaught of the undead, he remains composed, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "Mere insects. My legion of the dead shall crush them in the blink of an eye!" Meanwhile, beauties of unparalleled grace and charm weave their own schemes, each seeking to ensnare him with temptation. Watch as he dominates this otherworldly realm, wielding the power of life and death, and carves a legend of his own!

Introduction: After accidentally obtaining a mysterious witch tower, Yang Ling stepped into the threshold of witchcraft practice and became a blood witch. Others can only summon one or two magic beasts, but he can tame thousands of magic beasts with mysterious witchcraft and form a huge magic beast army...

Ni Kalimdor. ni Northrend y ni siquiera los reinos del este, nadie estaba preparado para el nacimiento y ascenso de lo que se conoceria como la nueva horda arrasandolo todo con un ejercito interminable de bestias draconicas y bestias emplumadas, para algunos seran aliados invaluables, para otros seran enemigos jurados y para la legion ardiente, demostraran seran un adversario a la altura.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Fu Shinian, an extra character in the original book, awakens to find that her whole family are the vicious villains in the story. Her father, unable to establish relations with the Marquis Changping's residence, is demoted and exiled by the male lead. Her mother is beaten to death on the road to exile, and Aunt Cheng is humiliated to death protecting her chastity. Her elder brother opposes the male lead to win over the female lead and dies saving her. Her elder sister makes life difficult for the female lead, and after their father is exiled, she is divorced by the male lead and sent to a pleasure house. To protect her family and change their tragic fate, isn’t it fair for her to absorb all the male and female leads' fortunes? * [Ding! Male and female leads' fortune -1000, Fu Mansion's fortune +1000] Mr. Fu: "I attended the morning court session, why did His Majesty promote me again!" Madam Fu: "I went to the temple to offer incense, and the master said I was surrounded by a powerful purple aura!" Aunt Cheng: "How did the Cheng Family suddenly become the imperial merchants!" Elder Brother: "It seems like I suddenly have gained intelligence, I know all the exam questions!" Elder Sister: "How come right after I broke off the engagement, Little General Gu came to propose?" * The Marquis Changping can only live to 25, in two years the title will belong to the male lead? She frantically absorbs the fortunes of the male and female leads to boost the Marquis Changping's fortune! During the plague lockdown, Fu Shinian brings medicine and travels long distances into the city to safeguard his health. He understands the girl's intentions, but he only has two years left to live, how can he drag her down. However, why does his heart ache so much watching her with someone else? Finally, the Marquis Changping forces Fu Shinian into the corner of the study, lowering his head to seek her lips: "Niannian, I was wrong."