During the chaotic times of the Immortal Dynasty, numerous sects arose. Cui Hu, a time traveler, was sold into the Paper Man Sect by his clan. He began his daily routine of felling trees, peeling bark, and making and cutting paper figures. Then, unexpectedly, his gift awakened. Not only did he achieve immortality, but he could also simply read a technique and enter the realm of cultivation. With diligent practice, he advanced, with no bottlenecks to overcome. After becoming a "Paper Man Evil Cultivator," Cui Hu could no longer stop, forcing himself step by step on his path to becoming a master of the Demonic Sect.

[Darkness + Behind the Scenes + Group Portrait + Cthulhu + No Female Lead + No System]

(Don't read the introduction, just read the text)

When my blood drips onto the paper, the monster file is automatically written-

The depths of the mine are restless, and some ancient creatures are awakened.

There are wails coming from the sewers, and they are creatures from the abyss.

I am a creator who has lost control and is forced to write about the existence of the ancient gods.

【The Fourth Disaster】【Travel Through】【System Flow】【Apocalypse】【Online Game】【No Female Lead】【Farming】【Fantasy】

Fu Sheng traveled to another world and got a golden finger. He thought he could finally summon a dragon and reach the pinnacle of his life.

But when I opened it, I found that all the summoned creatures were weird creatures who called themselves "players" and were bargaining for "game experience" all day long.

Orcs? Just a bigger toy, with a lot of experience.

Dwarf? Qualified cattle and horses (for making armor and weapons).

Elves? It would be nice to grow some flowers and plants.

Sea people? Sprinkle some cumin.

Demons? Their skeletons are vulnerable!

Humans? A perfect race, a t0 existence.

You said the human race is the weakest, and you said I was smuggling something?

Until the day of the gods' arrival, when the alien army was approaching and the human race was in despair, Fu Sheng smiled softly, and behind him, players drove Gundams and sang out-of-tune war songs and rushed towards them:

"For the daily quest rewards—go for it!"

"For contribution points!"

"To speed up the plot! Damn GM, please update the version!"

——

A hundred years later, when children curl up in the arms of the older generation, they listen to their stories from hundreds of years ago.

The sea clan's gate can summon huge waves and call wind and rain!

The elves' door can communicate with all things and bring dead trees back to life!

The demon gate can summon monsters from hell, the Burning Legion!

The gate of our human race? That's a legend...

[Dungeon Advent + Rebellion + DND + Decisive Killing + Slow Pace + Non-Brainless Coolness] In the Dungeon Age, should the Paladin be the lawful, holy light, good guy?

Lingkong accidentally maxed out his Rebellion skills: Purification turned into Silence, and Shield became an offensive buff. The priest was stunned when he saw it: "Are you a Paladin?"

His actions caused the adventurers to collectively break down:

"Where is the fairness, where is the oath?!" "Is the sacred declaration just a disclaimer for you?!"

"I have to go back and check the family tree to see if he is the assassin or I am the assassin."

When the virtual beta instantly turns into a real time travel, watch the Rebel Paladin tear down the "stereotype" - does the Paladin have to be fair? Sorry, even his sneak attacks have to be combined with invisibility.

In the blizzard-ravaged northern reaches of the Empire, the Lord's Mansion of Theros Patterston stands tall upon the icy plains. Rebellion, poverty, endless blizzards, and the impending tide of beasts await. Just as the future seemed bleak, the cheat code for the Lord System activated. The Lord's Intelligence Panel granted him the ability to exploit information gaps and foresight; the Lord's Data Panel allowed him to clearly visualize his own progress; and the Lord's Summoning Panel allowed him to summon players, granting them the power of the fourth Scourge—the player army—a fearless force capable of infinite resurrection and possessing astonishing creative and destructive power! ... "Your waves of beasts are endless, while my players cost 30 energy points each and have built-in resurrection." While the Imperial family that exiled him continued to vie for power, Theros's cavalry and the player army had already crushed...

After failing the college entrance exam, Tang Rui crafted an admission letter from the Arcanist Academy and sent it to the group chat to ease the awkwardness. As it turned out, he was actually accepted. PS: This book is also known as "This Isn't Science, This Is Magic," "Believe Me, I'm a True Arcanist," and "This Is a Floating City, Not a Space Station." PS: This is a daily, farming-themed novel, not a combat-themed one. Don't stumble into it.

The whispers of the old gods enveloped the entire continent, potions flowed quietly in dark alleys, and the shadow of a dragon passed over the steam-filled city dome. A stranger was reborn as the most humble being in this world—a gray mouse. However, he started from the dark sewers, step by step farming, infrastructure construction, alliances with foreign races, and deciphering lost runes. The roar of steam resonated with the whispers of magic, the gears turned, and the dragon flapped its wings. He transformed into the "Sherlock Holmes" detective who had never appeared before, weaving an underground network that spanned races and classes, vowing to break the oppression of theocracy and use the power of machinery, magic, and faith to create a new era of civilization for all intelligent creatures, sharing, and co-governance. ——When he first stepped into this world, Lu Ran had only one self-deprecating sentence: "I, Mouse, am going to die this time..."

[Strange revival + restraint system + decisive killing + human body transformation + no CP + world view]

Xie Du was reborn with a mysterious system. He chose a different behavior from his previous life and unexpectedly discovered the true side of the world:

Angels losing their minds; apostles merging with angels; and the filth that controls angels... Does heaven even exist? The truth of the world lies within the ranks of angels.

[Dark story][Slow-burn story][No heroine][No system][Decisive killing][Dark-bellied Old Six][Flexible][Fantasy magical powers]

A jade coin of good and evil, to judge good and evil, and to borrow supernatural powers.

A world where all cultivators in the world rely on mortals for nourishment.

Xiang Qian traveled here, forcibly took over another body and was reborn. He secretly rejoiced at the news that the original owner's mother had died...

"Mortals support the monks, the monks support the heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth nurture all things. This is the order of the world, so how can it be called cruel?"

"What is the heart barrier? The righteous path indulges in passions, relieving the regrets in one's heart, and considering it righteousness. The evil path indulges in lust, satisfying one's greed, and considering it selfish desire. Either way, it's the same thing."

"Memories will be obscured, but they will never disappear. It is precisely because these memories are engraved on our souls that we are worthy of being called human! We are not like monsters, who, even if they have cultivated human form, are still just beasts that obey animal instincts."

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