【Death Rewind + Predict the Future + Kill the Virgin First + Dark Style + Weird Revival】

Accidentally traveling to a world invaded by a weird, Fang Xiu awakened the ability to rewind after death, also known as time travel. Every time he died, time would flow back to before his death.

In this weird world full of dangers, he could have survived, but he chose to announce to the world, yes, I am a prophet, I can predict the future!

When the prophecies were confirmed again and again, the name of the prophet resounded throughout the world, and his words were the truth, the future.

The phrase "I have seen the future" attracted people all over the world.

Fang Xiu's followers even said bluntly that if one day the prophet asked you to die, don't hesitate, don't question, please die immediately, because there must be a more terrifying way of death waiting for you later.

B-level weird event, [Warning]

Teammate: The weirdness is hidden among these villagers, and must be carefully explored.

Fang Xiu: "The one in the last row wearing white is you, come out!"

A-level strange event, [Human Head Lantern]

Teammate 1: There are thousands of lanterns with human heads in this area. Once the light shines on them, their heads will fall to the ground. The most terrifying thing is that the lanterns with human heads are floating irregularly, and it is impossible for anyone to walk past them. Hey! Where is Fang Xiu?

Teammate 2: He, he...he is on the opposite side!

Teammate 1: What! ? How did he get there?

Teammate 2: Let’s go...walk over.

In an era where humanity is facing its end, the world is a dangerous game of gods, miracles, and the supernatural. It's a place of extraordinary creatures, forbidden knowledge from books, and cyclical paradises—where every gift of fate comes with a hidden, heavy price.

The story follows the protagonist, Jiang Qing, who finds himself trapped in this reality. He introduces himself with a grim outlook: "My name is Jiang Qing. It's a pity that after tonight, I will disappear forever." He is on a predetermined path with no option for retreat; from the moment he opens the door in front of him, his past is erased, leaving only a single, long, and seemingly endless road forward. The narrative follows his journey as he navigates this world of scripts and survival, where every step is a struggle against a foretold doom.

Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...

This story begins in 2013. Mobile internet was booming, and everything familiar was undergoing rapid change. New trends emerged, challenging the traditional values of an ancient nation. It was a year of turmoil and prosperity. Some said it was a time of declining moral principles and a decline in moral values, perhaps the worst of times. Others said it was a year of vibrant energy, simplified government, and clean laws, perhaps the best of times...

When the unpredictable Old Ones awakened, bringing their black mist and crimson moon, the world plunged into an eternal night of decadence. Less than 10% of humanity remained, huddled in the steam-belching Brass City. They exploited the Destiny Dimension to enter horrific dungeons and acquire extraordinary powers, yet they lingered on, on the brink of extinction. Then, the writer stepped forward. "Only the Old Ones can defeat the Old Ones!" Li En, a pink, oval-shaped cell cluster, consulted his diary, his two tiny tentacles alternating in front as he pondered deeply. "So, this is why I was summoned here?"