There are monsters and shadows everywhere outside, I am so scared.

I just want to stay in the safe house until the end of time.....

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Unkillable shadows, endless monsters, Yu Hong came here with a mysterious black seal, using the black seal that can strengthen everything, slowly built an absolute safe area that belongs to him in his safe house.

As everyone voted, this book is a fusion of weird and extreme cultivation styles, and Lao Gun keeps his word.

Gu Shanhai saw the great world of the heavens, and took the life of the third life.

The gods of the world forged an eternal Utopia with blood and fire.

The Red Dragon King led his knights to inspect the dynasty on which the sun never sets.

Scholars talked and laughed and swung their swords to draw thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and strange demons opened their eyes and clawed to give birth to ghosts and monsters.

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“Everyone is a player, you can’t call me abnormal because I don’t have digitization?”

Zhou Mo sat on a park bench with a cup of milk tea, his mind empty as he pondered over something crucial for a man who had just traveled through time. When would he die? And... who stole his brain? The murderer was very unethical. It was understandable that he dug out his brain, but taking away his eyes as well was too much. So Zhou Mo planned to retrieve his brain before he died completely.

[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.]

The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

Under the daily routine, at the end of rationality, outside the world you are familiar with - it is a landscape you have never imagined.

When Yu Sheng opened the door for the first time, the world he was familiar with collapsed.

And the "truth" that goes straight to the root of the world came to him.

Su Qi suddenly discovered one day that he could see Easter eggs.

Not only can you get information, but you can also get hidden rewards through special actions.

While everyone was running away from the female ghost, Su Qi had already laid out a candlelight dinner and had a pleasant chat with her.

[Obtain a hat from her husband. After throwing it, it can automatically track the enemy and cause mental shock to the enemy]

When zombies swarmed the streets and everyone was still holding axes and kitchen knives, Su Qi was already cleaning the neighborhood with a stereo in his left hand and a heavy-fire machine gun in his right hand.

[In my BGM, no one can beat me]

This is the abyss, the source of collapse where worlds fall into fear and despair.

This is also a paradise, where countless people come and go, frantically pursuing the footsteps of the gods.

The mythical epics of the past have been written in magnificent ways.

Until Suki arrived.

He took out a mop, soaked it with the blood of the god he had just knocked unconscious, and wrote seven characters on this epic poem.

"The Paradise of the Abyss does not breed idlers."

[Eternal Life + Low-Key Cultivation + Borrowing Life + No Female Lead + Growth-Type Protagonist]

[Reminder once again: If you enjoy brainless power fantasy and non-stop slaughter, read with caution!!!]

Gu Ming accidentally transmigrated into the cultivation world. At the start, he has endless lifespan and awakens the talent "Borrowing Life" — if he is killed, he will randomly sacrifice a close relative of his enemy to resurrect himself, and even gain one random ability from the sacrificed person.

Need a cultivation license to join a sect?

Not talented enough, so you have to pay to cultivate?

What? I don’t even qualify to pay to cultivate?

Fine! You won't let me cultivate, huh?

Then I'll just outlast everyone — while others study their way to Immortality, Gu Ming endures his way there with sheer lifespan.

Want to kill me? Go ahead. Kill me, and your whole family dies, starting with your parents. Let’s see how many times your family can afford to be sacrificed!!

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Years later, Gu Ming’s little secret is accidentally exposed. He becomes a plague god in the eyes of all realms — wherever he goes, fear follows. People avoid him like the plague.

Especially those powerful cultivators who like flashy, explosive battles — every time they want a duel, they make sure to steer clear of Gu Ming, fearing they might accidentally kill him.

One righteous sect leader refused to believe the rumors. He found Gu Ming and arrogantly declared:

“I have no family, no ties, I stand alone. Plague God Gu Ming, come — today, I shall rid the worlds of your evil!”

When the mental patient Qiao Mu entered the strange game, he felt that he had truly returned home.

Here, knowledge brings pollution, cognition causes erosion, and belief creates alienation. The more you see, the more unfortunate you become.

With endless murmurs in his ears and bright red text in his field of vision, Qiao Mu discovered that he seemed to be able to see hundreds of millions more dots than others.

【Don’t blink! This is just an ordinary trash can. It will never suddenly move behind your back and swallow your head in one bite when you blink. If you don’t believe me, you can try it! 】

[Food made from the flesh and blood of unknown creatures can barely be used to make ends meet when one's life is in danger, but one must be careful not to eat more than ten in a short period of time! 】

[It's hungry now, you have to be prepared. I mean, you're pretty confident about your taste, aren't you? 】

But Qiao Mu knew very well that he was not sick.

——The world is sick.

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Keywords: original unlimited flow, Cthulhu, urban legend, running group, sand sculpture, mental patient. This is a healthy, sunny and positive novel.