[Flesh + Bones + Doomsday Disaster + Lovecraftian Survival + Civilization Graveyard]

When the mist descended and aberrant horrors howled outside the windows, all players cowered in crumbling shelters, trembling. But Bai Yi found himself teleported right onto the face of the deity "Endless Flesh," witnessing the terrifying feast of the flesh planet being devoured by something even more monstrous—the splattered fragments of flesh and bone that rained down became his only beginner's gift.

Some used mystical seeds to upgrade their shelters, striving to cultivate a World Tree. Others fused theirs with eldritch idols, attempting to establish a Great Cult. And some utilized remnants of lost technology to fortify their shelters, hoping to resist the calamity with science.

Bai Yi, however, fused his shelter with endlessly proliferating flesh and bone.

On the day of its evolution, newly formed bone plates structured themselves into a honeycomb-like support system within the fleshy walls, their surfaces covered in a translucent membrane that revealed the pulsating network of veins beneath. The ceiling sprouted rib-like skeletal rings, while the floor was overgrown with writhing flesh, from which occasional tentacles slithered out.

"Can this... really still be called a shelter?"

Staring at the fully transformed, flesh-and-bone abomination of a refuge, Bai Yi gulped.

[Note: The protagonist's strength remains within the top tier, not overwhelmingly beyond others. This is not a lighthearted story.]

Blue rain fell from the sky.

An unknown monster suddenly descended upon this world.

Human society collapsed in an instant.

No plug-ins, no protagonist halo, no spiritual energy revival!

Every step we take is towards despair!

To those who died at the beginning of the end of the world, I envy you because you have not experienced a despair more desperate than death.

My name is Chen Ge, and I will witness the coming of the end of the world.

Zhou You originally thought his life would be utterly ordinary.

An ordinary birth, an ordinary upbringing, ordinary studies… and then an utterly ordinary death from a terminal illness.

Until he came across an equally plain-looking black book.

From then on, “ordinary” stepped into the realm of the “extraordinary.”

The inescapable Building No. 4, the eerie old street, the Flesh Abomination singing the Ascension Opera, indescribable resurrected beings…

Each script is a profound nightmare, yet every nightmare is also a chance at survival…

The candlelight flares, illuminating a tiny temple. The grotesque descends, and the curtain of the story rises once more.

—So then, welcome to the Grotesque Game!