[Protagonist is a deranged villain | Not part of the Night Watch | Ignores the main storyline | Not a babysitter | Death loop & illusion | No female lead]

Ma Yanliang transmigrated into the year 2017, into the chaotic world of God-Slaying, and woke up in the Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital—deep within the heavily guarded Fasting Center.

Fortunately, he quickly discovered something terrifying: his mental power grew not through practice like others, but simply by sleeping.

What’s more, he inherited Su Mu’s [Illusion] and Fang Xiu’s [Infinite Replay], two god-tier abilities long thought impossible to obtain.

After escaping the Fasting Center, Ma Yanliang didn’t hesitate. He joined the Ancient God Church—not to follow, but to reshape it.

A year later, the church’s so-called Three Gods were no more. Only one name echoed throughout Daxia: Chi Yu.

“Lord Yi Yu, you’ve sat on this throne long enough. Step down.”

“Lord Yue Huai, I will carry your legacy—whether you like it or not.”

“Lord Qian Mo, sleep peacefully in the illusion I crafted just for you.”

Behind the scenes, Ma Yanliang’s influence spread like a plague. Even the mighty Night Watch found themselves unknowingly ensnared.

And when the gods finally descended upon Daxia, a man in a white suit stood calmly beneath the heavens. Brown glasses half-hid his deep, gleaming eyes. He stretched his arms slightly, and whispered:

“Today, the Ancient God Church shall teach the gods what it means… to be buried.”

Years later, as his boundless spiritual power consumed the world, illusions became reality, and fate itself was just another toy.

He was no longer a man. He was the only true god in this new world.

The story takes place in the 42k era, after the fall of Cartier and Guilliman's awakening. The protagonist's stats aren't high, but his abilities are conceptually advanced. He starts by healing the sick and saving lives at the bottom of the hive, then becomes a space firefighter. He's either in a chaotic melee or on his way to one. The quack doctor will use his miraculous healing skills to protect the Emperor's loyal subjects. If life is the Emperor's currency, then Ivers is the one who mints that currency.

Saving people is awesome! Fighting is awesome!

Bring salvation and loyalty to a distant and dark future!

Protagonist: Fang Sheng. [Slaying God + Refining Gu + No Female Lead] Fang Sheng, who died of cancer, traveled to the world of Slaying God. Fang Sheng, who originally thought he was going to start his life over again, was sent back to the world with a critical illness notice in his ecstasy. Fang Sheng finally went crazy. In a trance, Fang Sheng seemed to see a figure standing on a river going against the current, and a distant voice came to his ears. "I know." "My choice will be opposed by countless people." "But this strengthens my determination!" "If you question your decision because there are no companions, why bother to embark on this journey?" "The world goes with the flow, but I will go against the flow." "With people

[Tags] Red Mansion + Dark and Brilliant + Refreshing Fiction + Decisive Killing + Powerful Scheming. I opened my eyes and became Jia Huan, the most humble bastard in the Jia family. Everyone, including my own mother, thought I'd be Baoyu's lifelong stepping stone. But they didn't know that within this body resides a demon, borne from a sea of ​​blood and corpses! Lady Wang wants me dead? I'll kill those around her first! Jia Zheng despises me? I'll make him beg me on his knees to bring honor to the family! Baoyu thinks I've offended him? I'll crush everything he holds dear! They play with romance, I play with scheming, intrigue, and absolute violence! Awakening the "Dragon Elephant Prison-Suppressing Technique," I devour blood and energy, my strength soaring with every passing moment! Conquering fierce soldiers, entering the underground boxing ring, and gaining control of the military... When I rise with thunderous force, the entire Jia family will tremble in my wake! Daiyu, Baochai, Fengjie... When they see who is the true dragon of the Jia family, what will they choose?

The young Taoist priest was only 28 years old, and his youth was aroused by troubles.

Every day I suffer from aging, sickness and death, and I see love, hate, anger, ignorance and resentment.

I don't want my face to wither and fade, I don't want my skin to become covered with spots.

I don’t want my limbs to wither, my internal organs to be empty and my bones to be smelly.

The young Taoist priest was only 28 years old, and his only wish was to live forever.

………………

Using self-cultivation as medicine and nourishing the body as bait, this is the story of an ordinary person overcoming tribulations and seeking immortality.

[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!

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 sinful souls crossed the barriers of the world and descended to Erathia, where the spiritual energy was revived. The roar of steam engines was deafening, steel and gunpowder roared on the battlefield, and the revived supernatural forces had the ambition to dominate the world again.

And Saan, holding the Codex of Shadows, will ascend to the supreme throne with the recommendation of shadows.

"If you have anything to say, go talk to my Shadow Legion."

【Notice】

◆ This male protagonist is not a saint! He can massacre a city for survival and start a war for power.

◆ The Gold Finger is a living natural disaster: the more living creatures you feed the Codex, the stronger the Codex will be.

◆ Machiavellianism: Using Earth's thinking to subvert the political rules of the magical world

My wish came true!

But is this what I mean by eternal life?

Wanshi refers to traveling through ten thousand worlds in a row

Qianqiu means that one has to stay in a world for a thousand years before traveling to the next world.

Good guy

This is how it will be understood for eternity.

In that case, I won’t be polite.

In a certain life, I was a jailer, and I raised Gu in the Heavenly Prison.

The little cutie imprisoned in the sky prison is the one I use to raise Gu.

Who would have thought that I, who worked so hard to raise Gu, would accidentally shake up the entire martial arts world and the imperial court.

In the N+1 life, this is a world similar to Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. Unfortunately, I traveled through time and became a rat.

I am just a rat that everyone beats when it crosses the street, and the whole world has only evil thoughts towards me.

In that case, I will unleash a monstrous wave of rats to devour the entire...

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?"