[Supernatural Revival] + [No Female Lead] + [Decisive and Ruthless] + [No Saint-like Compassion] + [Not a Lapdog] + [No System]

A summer camping trip turned into a one-way path to hell.

Lin Yi became entangled with an unspeakable "thing." It defied all logic, and with every heartbeat, the resounding bell of death tolled.

In a frantic escape, he stumbled into a decaying ancient temple, where the cold was bone-piercing.

In the darkness, a rusty ghost chain glowed with an ominous light.

Amid the despair of life and death, a brutal, cold power was forcefully injected into Lin Yi, and he became a ghost rider!

He was a living corpse, a cage for a vengeful spirit, and the price was clear and cruel: his life was being consumed little by little by the parasitic ghost.

The ghost's murderous intent was upon him, the temple doors were buckling, and with his life hanging by a thread, the instinct for survival overpowered everything else!

With his eyes bloodshot, Lin Yi shed all hesitation and boldly activated the non-human power within his body!

The eerie light erupted, and a pitch-black ghost domain instantly tore open space under his will.

Lin Yi narrowly escaped, but this was no liberation. The terrifying iceberg of the supernatural revival had merely revealed its tip.

This thorny path of controlling a vicious ghost was one where every step was soaked in the blood of his kind and the curses of the ghosts.

Power is poison; mercy is a grave.

As the world began its descent into the abyss, Lin Yi clutched the cold chain in his hand, understanding a brutal truth:

On this desperate chessboard, to survive, he had to be more ruthless than a ghost and more merciless than a man.

The heavy, bloody chapter had just turned its first page.

Lin Yi: "Welcome to... Purgatory!

Nie Weiyang, male, half-vampire, never-hidden number one on the battle power rankings, former assassin now Paladin, defender of Zhongzhou, player, world boss... To be honest, I don't have much personal work, mainly responsible for rescuing people, killing people, leaping and slashing evil gods, and saving the world. "...They say you have a moral level beyond the current era, and will even save obedient enemies from danger. Is that true?" "It's just a win-win situation." "So how do those dangers come about?" "It's just a matter of time." "Then... what if the enemy refuses to repent?" "Refuse to repent?" Nie Weiyang smiled kindly, his sharp fangs flashing with a cold light. "—Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

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?"

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...

Dr. Dalton Wyatt, a renowned scientist and inventor, is reincarnated into the body of a high school student named Dalton Wyatt. Due to unfortunate circumstances and a complicated life, Dalton Wyatt chooses suicide. The new world is completely different from Earth, yet similar in some ways. Unlike the peaceful Earth, humanity in this new world fights monsters and struggles for survival. Mortals are no match for these mythical and legendary creatures; some blessed humans can actively control their souls, manifesting soul power and becoming Card Apprentices, fighting for humanity's chance at survival. Card Apprentices are those who make contracts with grimoires and use various powerful and useful cards to fight monsters and conquer dungeons. Grimoires grant Card Apprentices the ability to create and fuse cards, and most importantly, allow them to unleash their full potential in card duels. Although this world has scientific concepts, it doesn't focus on electronics and industrialization like on Earth. Here, cards are used for everything, eliminating the need for electronic devices. This new world highly values ​​grimoire abilities, card creation, and card fusion. Arriving in a world where money truly buys power, Dr. Dalton must earn a living. Fortunately, thanks to his information and knowledge from another world, card creation is much easier for him than for other card apprentices. Dr. Dalton creates and sells various perfect, powerful, and useful cards, gradually becoming stronger in this monster-filled world in order to survive.

The Barov family, a vast and mysterious clan of Arathor descent, possessed fiefdoms stretching from Brill in the north to Southshore in the west, from Tarren Mill in the south to Caer Darrow in the east. Reborn into such a family, Carlos was happy and content. In spring, he enjoyed the service of three thousand maids at Lakehold in Caer Darrow. Summers were spent escaping the heat in the apple orchards of Tarren Mill. Autumn brought vibrant red leaves to the maple forests of Brill. Winters were spent feasting on cod in Southshore. Whatever his needs, a simple ring of the Barov butler's bell would fulfill them. Such a life would make any trip to Azeroth worthwhile! If I hadn't played WoW, I almost would have believed it.