Kaede Tsukasa crossed into the world of Naruto and mastered the secret art of Corpse Escape.

Soon, unsettling rumors began to spread: fallen comrades were seen wandering beneath the moonlight, and patrols of ninjas were ambushed and devoured by the dead themselves.

Whispers echoed across the shinobi world:

"Someone has created a forbidden technique that overturns life and death. Never let that person touch a corpse!"

Yet, Kaede Tsukasa cared little for the world’s fear and misunderstandings. For him, it was never just about the corpses—the living, too, could not escape his grasp.

"The corpse is my eyes, and the art of the dead is my art."

With the Art of Reincarnation, he siphons vitality from zombies to achieve immortality.

With the Art of Mutual Multiplication, he summons legions of the dead to command time–space ninjutsu surpassing even the Flying Thunder God.

In this new age, ninjas must guard not only their ancestral graves—

but their very lives.

Ancient marine creatures mutated and even acquired atomic furnaces similar to reactors. They can be said to be the closest beings to gods.

But, it's only an approximation after all.

Its ability to evolve almost infinitely cannot reach true infinity.

And this final flaw was made up by a soul from another world.

It all started on the day when an ugly marine creature with dead eyes came ashore.

ps: Created a new group: 152193430

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.

296 years after the disaster, the world was filled with gray fog, and human settlements were like faint sparks on the earth, small but tenacious.

Gray fog suppresses living space

Gray fog mutates people

Gray fog...isn't this a tonic?

While everyone was isolating themselves in the gray fog, Chu You was trying to find a way to sneak into the gray fog area.

Chu You: Let go of the alien, let me take over! The water is very deep in here, you can’t stand it.

Killing and brushing along the way, he made a special path.

There are two suns in the sky of this real world, and fog has obscured the entire planet.

Open the role-playing game APP and enter every film and television world for adventure.

You can play the protagonist, the villain, or a passerby (hunter).

In the first game, I played as Riot, the villain from Venom, and won.

In the second game, T1000, who played the Terminator, successfully assassinated the Savior.

In the third game, the character learns mecha skills in Alita's world.

In the fourth game, will it be the Avengers or X-Man? That’s the question.

What newest movie world have I not visited?

A murderer and arsonist, a demon of the night, revered by all beings as the Immortal Venerable Chen.

In this treacherous world full of scheming and deceit, Chen Luo knew that only by being smart enough and ruthless enough could he survive.

I'll be all smiles with you during the day, but I'll chop you up at night.

As long as I don't leave a single survivor, no one will know I'm the villain.

In a wasteland where civilization has crumbled and order has rotted away, Luo Qiu—a lone remnant clinging to the edge of survival—rises from the filth and radioactive dust. He is not the chosen one, merely a survivor too stubborn to die.

Fate’s cruel gift drags him into the abyss known as the Void Realm—a dimension of madness, where unspeakable horrors twist reality and gnaw at the edges of sanity. His path is a blood-soaked, corpse-littered stairway to godhood, a brutal ascent through decay and despair.

This is the tale of a man who, by trampling gods, demons, and the mighty underfoot, dares to set decay aflame with the spark of free will—birthing something entirely new.

Sanity? Just my power bank.

Reset. Ragnarok.

A dark, unflinching epic, this story is like a slow-cooked broth or a fiery, lingering liquor—meant to be savored, one potent sip at a time.

The other world is full of dangers. In order to deter the enemies, I have to dress myself up to look scary.

Since I have become a blood mage, I must have a strong body and use blood healing to transform my blood.

At this point, if I don't strengthen my subordinates, won't it chill their hearts? I have to arrange for them to align their style with mine.

In order to stop unnecessary disputes, I must expand the Sea of ​​Blood to more worlds.

"So, this is why you launched the thirteen Blood Sea Expeditions and disrupted the worlds?"

"No, it's to spread love and peace," said Modi.

......

Years later, the sea of ​​blood surged, and countless soldiers wearing hideous armor and horrific ornaments walked on the waves, heading towards the same goal.

On the throne, Modi looked down...

Communicate the spirit of origin and shuttle between the two worlds.

In this world full of endless opportunities and crises, there are 'blood knights' who steal ancient bloodlines and are comparable to the humanoid Godzilla; there are 'walking gods' who sacrifice to evil gods and incarnate evil for power; and there are also 'strange servants' who feed the ghost and turn themselves into mysterious containers...

However, there is always a shadow over their heads, because this is a world controlled by wizards!

Luo Xia, who accidentally became a substitute and had the qualification to shuttle between the two worlds, embarked on an unprecedented road to the top with his unreliable golden finger 'True Vision Pupil'!

[Ruthless, no female lead, slow pace, detailed setting]

The protagonist possesses a superior spiritual root and is not a useless character; he will not use obvious cheat codes.

Born into poverty and destitute, Zhou Xuan learned to scheme, to be ruthless, to curry favor, and to survive in this quagmire of a world.

But success is one part effort and nine parts luck. Zhou Xuan was so lucky to encounter a celestial master who would take him as a disciple that he couldn't care less about anything else.

Even though this immortal master was shrouded in black smoke and clearly came from a legitimate sect, Zhou Xuan was like a moth drawn to a flame, disregarding everything.

The motto of the Extreme Yin Old Demon:

Going all in is a form of wisdom.

The world must be at fault, so why should I be at fault?

Oh no! A great terror is about to be unleashed! Quickly protect all the disciples in front of you!

Young man, put aside your ambitions!