The apocalypse arrives suddenly, dividing humanity into countless survival bases. Yu Hao, a survival blogger, draws on his experience to gain the upper hand in the zombie bases, constantly earning rewards. He's the first to trigger a rule, the first to slay his own kind, the first to advance, the first to slash a hundred corpses, the first to become an elite hunter. Yu Hao: I just want to climb up step by step, killing my way to becoming the strongest.

[No heroine's love line][No realm system][Villain protagonist][Occasionally recite poetry]

"So what if I'm dead? Isn't it the same as using your own corpse to revive the soul?"

The living have to know how to calculate, and the dead have to follow the rules - Li Huo happened to have all of them.

Everyone who met him, whether human or ghost, said he was evil, but little did they know that this was the way for the dead to seek life.

"Want to become an immortal? First you have to learn how to fool people!"

Little did they know that becoming an immortal did not necessarily mean one would be invincible...

Eerie and ferocious ghosts and evil spirits, twisted and bizarre people and their supernatural powers.

No matter good or evil, right or wrong, it is just a matter of thought. It is all about doing what one wants and pursuing immortality.

Bad news: Soran has traveled through time, to a world where the old gods have revived and apocalypse is imminent. Good news: He possesses a cheat code, the standard system for time travelers, allowing him to complete quests and earn rewards. Bad news: Before Soran could find his footing, he fell into a medically inexplicable coma, which lasted for over a decade and was heading towards a permanent state of unconsciousness. He was likely dying, and modern medicine was powerless. To survive, Soran plunged into the mystical world. Astrology, evil spirits, witches, the undead, the ocean, flesh and blood... the supernatural exists in every corner of this world. Amidst the tide of steam and machinery, airships, cannons, and great warships are rising. Divination, religion, prophecy, and mystery are never far away. The fragile order is now a faint flame, and martyrdom...

(No harem, no saintly protagonist, no system, semi-satisfying, dark story! If you mind these, please do not read. The protagonist is extremely gloomy. Readers should read at their own discretion.)

As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people.

I used to think the same way: food is a gift from heaven!

Until one day, I tasted everything I could see...

then,

I raised my head and looked up at the sky...

In the late autumn of 1900, the British writer Oscar Wilde passed away at the Hôtel d'Alsace in Paris. His close friend, Robert, handed the manuscript of his novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, to a mysterious gentleman. Over a century later, a Chevrolet Impala galloped across the ancient lands of North America. A young man from London gazed up at the stars and began a long, endless hunt. Vampires, werewolves, alchemists, wizards—countless aliens and fallen creatures knelt before the black figure. Another late night, silver swords clashed with fangs, sparks flying. "Hello, my name is Dorian L. Gray, a hunter in the employ of the Conspirators." The young man smiled gleefully, decapitating the ugly head—and pulling out the arm that had pierced his heart. "As you can see, the only thing I have in common with my ancestors is this—we,...