(No heroine, no system, not a fast-paced, cool story, growth-oriented)

Travel through a strange world where the weird cannot be killed, and only the weird can fight against the weird! ?

Ji Yue suddenly discovered that he could travel back and forth between the strange world and the world of immortal cultivation!

Immortal Cultivator: How is this possible? What kind of magic is this!?

Ghost Rider: What ghost are you riding?!

The adventure team that Ouyang Liu was in was brought under an extremely strange curse.

The strongest people in the open died one after another due to various reasons.

Ouyang Liu originally wanted to live forever.

But the old team members died one after another.

Seeing that he was about to passively become the strongest in the team.

Ouyang Liu had to be brilliant and innovative in order to survive.

Thus, strong men were pulled into this cursed team one by one with various purposes.

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When Jiang Ye woke up, the world had changed.

5% of the global population had become Players.

Paranormal events became game instances.

Clear the anomalies, grow stronger. Simple rules, deadly stakes.

Now, staring at the tearful girl begging him for help, Jiang Ye glanced at his backpack:

【Serrated Jaw】

【Catcher’s Mitt】

【Tattered Burial Shroud】

【Bloodletting File】

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Behind the bone-white mask stretched across his face, Jiang Ye gave a shy little smile.

Then he made his choice: hang the girl on a tree.

After all, if the anomaly isn’t cleared, no one’s getting out — may as well draw the boss early.

The girl: “???”

As an Aberrant Player, Jiang Ye is under constant pressure:

Clear dungeons by day, dodge betrayal by night — especially from other players trying to “clear” him.

In the misty sea fog, on the deck of the ghost ship, Hern Iheroa gazed into the distance, using a brass telescope inlaid with inhuman eyeballs, at a geometrically indefinable outline. He mechanically tore at the rotting fish flesh in his hands, stuffing it into the relatively neat slit in front of his skull, known as the "mouth." At that moment, only two questions occupied Hern's mind. First, when would he find a doctor? Second, what about the remaining 1,278 mouths on his body after he had eaten his fill—"So, doctor, is there... any hope for us?"

In the modern world, an abnormal phenomenon suddenly appeared on the blue planet. Humans organized a group of explorers, trained them, and explored the abnormal phenomenon. The organizers agreed to recall all the explorers.

A college student enters a different world and finds that it is a dangerous world that is completely different from the modern world and full of unknowns. In this different world, he can only try his best to survive and wait for the call back...

When Gao Fan tried to paint the “God” with a brush.

madness descends.

? Gushing from the bottom of the sea, rising from the ground, descending from the sky… From the beginning and end of the sequence to the sentient beings with despair.

The sleepless nights engulfed darkness. I ran through the darkness, bloodthirsty monsters howling behind me. Through the thick fog, I seemed to see a faint light. It was a strange power! I had no choice but to throw myself into its arms. With it, perhaps I could survive. Beneath the shroud of fog, a combination of steampunk, witchcraft, and Cthulhu brought about the ultimate midnight revelry. I walked on the edge of darkness, between light and shadow. Nothing could control me, only shadows, everywhere... PS: This is a third-person perspective, and the protagonist is rational and cold.

In the future, death is not allowed.

Everyone can be resurrected by a spell called 'Resurrection'.

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I'm dead.

Inexplicably, I was resurrected in a mysterious prison using a 'resurrection technique'.

The prison has a variety of torture instruments.

Every day I would be tortured to death by these torture instruments, and then resurrected to continue being tortured.

And it's not just me.

There are many people like me in this prison.

Some of these people have even been tortured for thousands of years.

We can neither live nor die, and we can never rest in peace.

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I have to find a way to escape...