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SPACE LORD ARMADA

At 21 years old, Daniel Storm was not chosen because he was brave. He was chosen because he was stubborn about production ratios. A strategist. A systems thinker. A developer who believed wars were not won by heroes — but by logistics, infrastructure, and who ran out of resources first. After winning his own galactic simulation project — Space L.O.R.D. (Logistics, Operations, Research, and Dominion) — Daniel passed out at his desk. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his room. He was in front of a Supreme Being made of galaxies. Apparently, optimizing fleet efficiency at 3 a.m. is considered “cosmic talent.” Instead of granting him instant power or a legendary bloodline, the Being inserts Daniel into a sealed, invisible star system — a closed domain filled with ancient scrap, ruined warships, and dormant technology. No army. No empire. No cheat code. Just trash. And his project — now integrated into reality. With access to: • Production Ascension • Controlled Summon Authority • Multiplicative Scaling • Adaptive Technology Evolution • A personal AI assistant named Snow (who may or may not judge his decisions constantly) • And a unique personal skill: Adversity Engine — the greater the pressure, the faster he evolves. But outside his hidden domain, the galaxy is far from peaceful. Four major galactic superpowers dominate the stars. Corporate trade coalitions manipulate economies. Hive civilizations consume entire systems. Ancient alchemist unions hoard forbidden technologies. Pirate clans rule the hyperlanes. Political tensions simmer toward inevitable war. One day, Daniel Storm will have to face them. And when that day comes— He won’t rely on hero speeches. He’ll rely on production capacity. Because while the galaxy fights loudly… Daniel grows quietly. And nothing is more dangerous than a junkyard managed by a strategist with unlimited patience.
Wonder_Storm · 5.2k Views

Honkai Star Rail: Who Says You Can't Level Up While Lying Down!

Zeig unexpectedly traversed to the Honkai: Star Rail world, and right at the start, he was implanted with a Stellaron by Kafka. "Congratulations to the host for awakening the Slacking System. Slacking makes you stronger!" "There's such a good thing?" Zeig lay down on the spot, leaving Kafka and Silver Wolf dumbfounded. After slacking ended... "Congratulations to the host for obtaining Aeon Emanator-level strength, as well as the true legacy ultimate technique of the Phoenix Immortal!" "No way, it really gives it?!" That day, outside Herta Space Station, a sword tip that obscured the galaxy appeared, slowly descending toward the Doomsday Beast. March 7th stared in astonishment: "Oh my god, what is that?" Welt adjusted his glasses: "It's actually the Taixu Sword God. Who on earth is the one drawing the sword?" Asta's pupils shrank sharply: "How much money would it take for him to stay at the space station? I'll pay double, no problem!" Herta: "Heh, in this laboratory today, once you come, you won't be able to leave. It's not up to you!" Only Zeig remained calm as still water. "Everyone, small scene, no biggie." "By the way." Zeig turned his head, "Did you capture my handsome heroic figure just now? Remember to photoshop it more." Everyone: "......" In order to protect his companions well under the threat of the Aeon of Destruction, Zeig entered ultimate slacking mode. "What's the point of Trailblazing? I haven't finished my happy water yet." "For the inn, I want the most expensive and highest-grade one." "March, where are your snacks? No way, it's only been a few days and I've eaten them all? So little, go buy more." March 7th gritted her teeth and said to everyone on the train: "How about we kick him off the train?" ——
Ferasam · 94k Views

Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor
Yurnero_ · 519.9k Views