"When the four great continents collapse and the heavens fall, I shall ascend to the Heavenly Realm of Mount Ling and take command of the Thunderous Voice."

Ji Yuannian stood in silence upon a lotus seat of ten thousand leaves, clad in pristine white Buddhist robes. His jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, eyes cold and distant as he gazed toward the far western horizon, where the vast and mist-veiled Mount Sumeru loomed.

...

Wherever paths cross, there are only immortals or cultivators—seated in stillness, preaching the Yellow Court Scripture.

And so, the story begins...

In Beiju Luzhou.

I am the only one in the world who kills, and no one in the world kills me.

This is a crazy man, his crazy journey, endless journey, countless myths unfolding one by one, bizarre, no one knows the end of time and space, you don’t know, I don’t know, this is a crazy man for life, A journey for knowledge, to explore eternity.

The treacherous streets of Gotham, a palace buried deep beneath the sea, an eerie, forgotten castle…

When Luo Xiu stepped into this infinite world of madness and desire, the gears of fate behind him began to turn.

Twisted cravings. Hypocritical masks. Shattered souls in need of repair.

The deeper Luo Xiu delved, the more he gained—and the more the sickness within him began to fade.

And at that moment, it felt as if Luo Xiu had finally become… the real Luo Xiu.

An exciting journey through endless worlds?

No.

This is the Devil’s Infinite Game.

[Infinite loop. Surviving in the cracks. Neither a saint nor invincible. Everyone's IQ is online. A slow-burn evolution.]

Ning Mu, who once suspected he was mentally ill, eventually realized the terrifying truth—the world was trapped in an endless reset. As the original course of events began to unravel, something far more sinister emerged: ghosts were real.

And those who devoured these ghosts… awakened extraordinary powers.

Now, everyone was hunting—fighting and feeding on ghosts to grow stronger.

After surviving countless bizarre and brutal incidents, Ning Mu faced the one who now stood above all, almost godlike.

“Go in peace. Don’t rewind time again,” Ning Mu said quietly.

The “god” remained silent—and rewound time anyway.

“Ning Mu, just give up.”

“Yeah! How can we fight against a god?”

Ning Mu only shook his head.

“Who’s to say what it really is—a god, a ghost, or just a human?”

[Weird • No Romance • Superpowers • Dark]

A twisted soul, unbound by rules or conscience.

I am the shadow beneath the light, cruel, cold-blooded, and venomous like a serpent.

My fangs deliver a fatal kiss at any moment.

I transmigrated into a world teeming with eerie, supernatural horrors

But my identity as a traveler was accidentally exposed.

I was captured, turned into a lab rat, and barely managed to escape with my life.

In the darkness, hatred burned quietly.

A mysterious black stone tablet appeared.

Slaying the strange creatures allows me to devour their power, awakening one extraordinary ability after another…

Stack. Release. Slaughter everything.

“I don't just want your life.”

“I will destroy your pride, erase your clan, sever your bloodline, and dig your grave.”

“I’ll make you die slowly, bit by bit, drowning in pain.”

“I’ll curse this world and everyone in it. In this life… there will be no peace.”

[High IQ protagonist + Villain MC + Infinite Flow + Behind-the-scenes operator + Creates eerie urban legends + No female lead + Dark tone]

[Ignore the ratings, they were suppressed]

[By the way, check out the author's new book: "I Loaded a Horror Game for the World"]

Feng Hou was forcibly isekai’d by a dump truck.

But instead of ending up in some fantasy world, he woke up as a pitch-black, lightless sphere — the core of a Terror Tale Space, a strange domain capable of creating urban legends and feeding on the negative emotions of humans to grow stronger.

Thus began the rise of a horror-manufacturing machine!

The "Impostor" that steals your voice and face to replace you.

The "Man-Demon" — ever-present on rainy nights, unkillable.

The "Slender Specter" — with a long, twisted body and no face.

The "Weeping Angel" — teleports instantly when not observed.

The "Nightmare" — traps you in an endless dream with no escape.

The "Elder Kin" — whose grotesque form induces nausea with a glance, warping reality around them...

All of these, and more, are forged in the Terror Tale Space.

“Now then... listen closely, you unfortunate souls who’ve stepped onto this 'journey' — to their most wretched screams!”

[Don’t overanalyze. Just enjoy the ride. Also, don’t project real life into it.]

[No spiritual roots][Cultivating immortals by seizing the body][Cultivating immortals by a mortal][Villain][No heroine][Any means necessary][Cruel][Selfish][Hypocrisy][Non-travel][Slow pace]

(The protagonist is pure evil and cannot be washed away. We evil cultivators can eat it without worry, but kind-hearted Taoist friends please avoid it.)

Life is short, and we return to dust.

Why can immortals roam the world while mortals can only be frogs in the well!

Without spiritual roots, there is no hope of becoming an immortal, so I will use evil methods to become an immortal!

An evil method that allows mortals to acquire magical powers and a method of ghost cultivation that allows a mortal without spiritual roots to embark on the path of cultivating immortality!

There is not much difference between immortals, demons, ghosts and monsters in this world of cultivating immortals!

How can I become an immortal without being possessed by a demon? Once I am possessed by a demon, I am an immortal!

Without demons, how do you know that you are cultivating immortality?

If the immortal road is not open to me, then I will use the magic path to find the immortal road!

A sentient demonic sword drifts from master to master, offering power at a price. Some wielders rise, others fall—but all leave their mark on the blade. It grows stronger with each bond, shaping and shattering destinies across a blood-soaked world. This is not a story of good or evil—only the will of the sword.

The scarlet flower of corruption blooms in the borderland, and the most holy and pure White Witch becomes the new king of corruption. The blue blood that has been passed down since ancient times flows under the dark tide, and the great and brilliant Duke intends to subvert the music of order. The unknown secret history disappears into nothingness, and the wizard who travels through time and space longs to see through the delirium of the world. As for me? I don't care. I will set up four pillars, guide four philosophers, and lead an absurd and ridiculous drama of salvation. Then, it’s time for me to go to the table and enjoy it! ps: This book does not follow the traditional wizard writing routine. There are no chips, no wizard academy, and no knights before wizards. The wizard supernatural system in this book is in its primitive and ignorant stage. There is no clear and rigid level of power, and it is generally fuzzily classified according to knowledge. So you don't see first-level wizards, second-level wizards,...