A time traveler who is familiar with the plot; a sequence watched by the hidden sage; the gaze cast by the Lord of Steam; a head full of memories that will lead to pollution; and a time gem that comes with it; let's see how much influence this hereditary marquis' son can bring to the mysterious world!

Roselle, the Son of Time who stamped his name on an era, became both Caesar of the real world and the "Emperor of Knowledge" of the mystical world. His frolicking on the moon marked the end of his legend. The empire that forged the new era crumbled, betrayed by his closest relatives and subjects, and even punished by the very gods who supported him. When the dust finally settled, it was discovered that among Roselle's divided treasures, two items had vanished from history. One was called the "Wishing Lamp"; the other was called the "Son of Chaos"...

(Lord of Mysteries fanfiction, no female lead, wrong path) "If you only had one day left to live, what would you do?" When the transmigrator opened his eyes and found a monocle embedded in his right eye, he realized something was wrong with this transmigration. He had become an Extraordinary through an "wrong" path, a Sequence Seven "Deciphering Scholar." But what did it mean that there was a countdown made of gray mist on his wrist? The moment the countdown reached zero, Nimrod suddenly understood what this countdown represented. Good news: The gray mist wool he obtained from the transmigration allowed him to exploit a bug to travel back and forth between Tingen in 1349 and Kordu in 1358. Bad news: Kordu. Now he had to tear up Ince Zangwill's script in 1349, scheme against Amon, and become a godfather of the occult garbage dump with the Celestial in 1358, searching for hope for survival in a hopeless future. Faced with the God of Deception in front and the devastating natural disaster behind, Nimrod's answer was: "...Hehe, I must survive!"...In the year 1368, at the end of July, Mr. "Mistake" announced: "Hello, fellow diviners. What I'm going to do next is change the Spirit Insect into a pink cat head."

I woke up from the body of death and opened my eyes to see the red moon of this world.

The illusory cube unfolded in my hands, and the silver key opened the door to the abyss of the universe for me.

Gods, destiny, origins, the starry sky, all of these are too heavy to be borne by one person alone.

Magic potion, hometown, steam, flames, and mysterious mist surrounded the spiritual world, and the raging fire lit the lamp of his hometown for him.

Is the origin of all this a game between gods, or an arrangement from a higher level?

Crimson will descend from the starry sky, but fire will burn the world first!

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"Rewrite history... destroy faith... twist values... steal Dixie's pie... besiege the church... seize sweet iced tea... eat authority... set the world on fire..."

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A soul from another world arrives in the world of the Lord of Mysteries, but he's transported to the wrong place—the moon… PS: Two male protagonists [Klein and the main character], no female lead, the protagonist's mother is a fallen goddess, he arrives via a portal to the moon, he has built-in cheat codes, is in a state of chaotic neutrality, suffers from schizophrenia, and is a hypocrite. The main character's personality is similar to early versions of Nvidia, treating the world as a virtual game and characters as NPCs, perceiving the world's good and bad qualities from his own perspective.

A man who died in an accident is brought to this fantastical and eerie steampunk world by the influence of an Outer God. He embarks on a journey to uncover the truth and secrets: "Darkness and isolation are humanity's protection; ignorance and delusion are the future of human survival. As exploration deepens and knowledge increases, humanity will gradually march towards extinction." Explore this world filled with darkness and danger, reveal the secrets hidden beneath the veil of history, and experience a world of imaginative mystery together.

After being reincarnated as Dunn's younger brother and a classmate of Klein, Anger felt that the script he got was not right.

Fortunately, he had a golden finger that could block the pollution of the outer gods, the pollution of potions, divination, and arrangements. The fortune tellers called it a cheat, and the audience burst into tears.

He originally planned to be an angel under the Fool, but decided to do something big, such as killing an Old One first?

[Strange Tales of Rules + Thrillers & Mysteries + National Fate + Live Streaming + No Romance + Original Script + Character with Growth Development + Mysterious Fanfiction]

Two years ago, strange rules and legends enveloped the planet Earth, initiating a game of national destiny.

The chosen ones of each country are closely tied to the fate of their nation, and victory brings generous rewards and national fortune enhancements such as increased life expectancy.

Failure is accompanied by death and the arrival of the bizarre, engulfing all living beings, and the nation's fortunes decline until its demise.

The Dragon Kingdom has suffered three consecutive defeats. Strange disasters are occurring frequently within the country, and numerous enemy nations abroad are preparing to dismantle this ancient civilization that has been powerful for thousands of years.

Lu Ze was chosen as the Chosen One of the Dragon Kingdom and was preparing to turn the tide when a mysterious person suddenly stole his one-in-a-million SS-level ability.

Amidst widespread lamentation within the country and encirclement by foreign powers, Lu Ze unexpectedly awakens the Mysterious Lord Simulation System.

You are a master of strange rules, I am the master of mysteries.

The ghost story setting is based on the background of Lord of Mysteries.

Wushan Mental Sanatorium

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Yang Chen transmigrated into the world of Lord of Mysteries, and even more so, into the body of Welch, who died at the very beginning. Welch, rising from his grave, opened his eyes, only to find everything distorted before him… In the eastern district of Backlund, a dark knight lurked in the night: Bats terrified me, and I will make my enemies fear me just as much. Across the seas, rampant pirates laughed loudly: Those who wish to follow me must abandon their lives to follow me. On the battlefield of Fussack, a mad artist chanted softly: I bloom amidst slaughter, like a flower at dawn.