[Darkness + Behind the Scenes + Sequence + Revenge + Terror Resurgence]

In this defiled and evil world, hell is now empty.

In the year 404 of the New Calendar, financial cliques held sway, and the Federation remained inactive.

The world is corrupt and the law is unjust.

Those in power, who wield divine punishment, are arrogant, extravagant, licentious, and cruel.

The lower classes suffer from hunger and cold, their lives as insignificant as grass.

As a forensic doctor, Chen Mo has seen too many wronged souls, but the corrupt system prevents justice from ever being served.

Until that day, he pulled back the white sheet in the dissection room—his younger sister, who had grown up in the orphanage, was reduced to a pile of twisted fragments.

In a pool of blood, his sister's phone was soaked in blood, the screen displaying a birthday greeting video she had recorded for him.

Having awakened to Sequence 1 [Writer], Chen Mo finally broke his silence.

Using the stories I write as a medium, I want to make my voice heard to the world!

Chapter 001 - The Door-Knocking Ghost

Chapter 002 - The Pig-Man

Chapter 003 - The Ghost Bride

...

With each new story, a bizarre creature is born! They follow established rules and distort the laws of the world!

Years later, as Chen Mo was about to advance from Sequence 1 [Writer] to Sequence 0 [Creator], when interviewed by the Federation of Foundations, he simply wrote down the title of the final chapter—

Humanity is like prison

"Since the world has become so corrupt, let it be reborn!"

"An eye for an eye, a life for a life!"

"Let terror reignite, let the world become a prison!"

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

[Starry Sky Railway + Single Female Protagonist + Slice of Life] Waking up in a space station, Xing encounters a strange person, Bai Chen. He claims to be a gamer with special abilities, able to summon all sorts of characters from cards to join the battle, and boasts that he'll grind until the end of the game version... His speech is strange, and his actions are sometimes incomprehensible. Xing doesn't dislike him; in fact, she feels a strange sense of familiarity when she's with him, as if she's known him before. Life's journey isn't always smooth sailing, and the people she encounters are diverse, but as long as she can reach the ending through her own will, that's enough. ... Bai Chen's Perspective: I used to think that helping newbies was a perk, but I never expected it would also lead me to transmigration! Fortunately, the game system didn't disappear, so I have some self-protection. Helping newbies! Obtaining Xing Qiong! Drawing cards! Maxing out my life! But why does Xing's gaze towards me seem a bit off lately? Bai Chen: "Xingbao, why are your dark circles so bad lately? Didn't you sleep well?" Xing: "Yeah, I don't know who was dragging me to play the Simulation Universe game so late at night..." Bai Chen: "Isn't it because a new event came out...? And you can sleep a little longer during the day." Xing: "During the day? I don't know who was squatting by my bedside early in the morning, nagging me: 'You haven't finished finding the treasure chests yet, Pioneer, you can't rest.' Hmm?" Bai Chen: "Could it be me?" Xing (cat-like frustration): "It has to be you, you bastard Bai Chen!!!" Main characters: Bai Chen, Xing

[A blend of fantasy, simulation, comedy, plot-driven, action-packed, and quirky—a truly gifted individual!]

The story begins with Xu Chuan choking to death while drinking water, and his soul is transported to another world.

"System, start the next simulation."

[Ding, drawing a random talent.]

[Congratulations, host, you have drawn a random white talent: "Born Mentally Retarded"]

[Congenital intellectual disability: "You were born mentally disabled; you always do all sorts of inexplicable things."]

[Life Simulation Begins]

On the first day, you looked up and gave the sky the middle finger.

Outside the simulator.

Xu Chuan's face darkened.

"Aaaaaah! This is outrageous! System, get out of my way! Don't stop me! I'm going to kill him!"

...

——

"System, start the next simulation!"

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn the white talent: "Mental Illness"]

[Mental Illness: "You've felt much better since you got mental illness."]

"..."

——

Watching himself being brutally humiliated on the ground in the simulator, Xu Chuan felt like crying but had no tears left.

Xu Chuan: "System, please! Just give me a normal talent!"

"Alright, given the host's thicker-skinned personality, the system will slightly increase the drop rate of high-quality talents. This is a one-time exception."

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn the purple talent: "Housewife Killer"]

[The "Young Woman Killer": "As the name suggests, you are a succubus among men; your attraction to mature young women is 100%!"]

...

Xu Chuan: "Ashiba!"

——

"Attention all units! Paratrooper Xu Xiaochuan is preparing to parachute in!"

"The perplexities of cultivation and the mysteries of ascension—watch as Xu Chuan unravels them one by one, dominating the immortal realm with the help of the simulation system!"

A humble scholar, with bones as thin as feathers, treads the foul wind; his blood, congealed into cinnabar, scorns the Daoist master.

Claws shatter cities and devour the sun and moon; a demonic heart refines the world and scorns the heavens.

The cauldron melts all laws to open a new realm; the sword shatters a thousand sects to reach the summit.

Do not concern yourself with the affairs of good and evil throughout the ages; only a single thought can govern the primordial chaos.

Knowing the plot intimately, Roderick arrives with the system at his fingertips. In this life, the Red Wedding will not happen, and Daenerys will not have to fight alone. He will redeem all those who are wronged and win the hearts of all the beauties in the world. When the long night falls, I will be the sole emperor of mankind!

He is a former sixth-ranking executive officer of the Fools, now a wandering dark general under the command of the god of wisdom, Buyer, who failed to eliminate himself by jumping into the World Tree and was left to labor reform in Sumeru. He is currently in the midst of a great journey.

Even without the Vision in the New World, the Wanderer, as a god-created doll, was practically invincible; anything but an Elite Four member was a piece of cake. The doll, already free of any ties, had no obsession with returning to Teyvat, though he didn't know when he would ever repay the historical sins he owed. The Wanderer sighed; he certainly didn't want that little white thing constantly yelling at him about "escaping from prison."

The New World is very small. Apart from the country that is similar to the Inazuma culture, there are only a few other remote places similar to Mondstadt Fontaine that can be visited. Moreover, the number of murders in this world in a day is more than the number of experimental subjects consumed by Dottore in a day!

A wanderer who inadvertently thwarted a murder attracted the attention of a strange organization whose members all used codenames and had no official name. As the organization approached him for recruitment, the wanderer had a premonition that if he stayed with them and waited for their destruction, he could return to Teyvat. Looking at the black box emitting electronic sounds before him, the wanderer agreed to the invitation from the man who called himself "Rum."

The wanderer had assumed this lousy organization couldn't be worse than the Fatui, but he was wrong... he'd overestimated them. At least the Fatui weren't useless!

P.S.: Brother Liu will absolutely not become a test subject, absolutely not! Brother Liu belongs to neither the black nor the red side, Brother Liu is free!

[Bungo Stray Dogs fanfiction + short story + romance + OOC warning + immature writing style, free-flowing, slice-of-life plot, the protagonist will not be part of the original story, it's a fanfiction with many original characters, please don't read if you mind, and you can get the general style from the synopsis] Self-introduction: I am an assassin. After all, in a dangerous world overflowing with superpowers and guns, isn't it normal to be an assassin? By the way, my performance is 100%, and I still have the professional ethics of an assassin. I can't call myself the number one assassin, but I can barely be the number two? After all, my main job can't support my living expenses, so I can only occasionally do side jobs to maintain my precarious life. Serious synopsis: Me (without blushing or skipping a beat): "I'm a law-abiding citizen." "..." Would a normal person introduce themselves like that? After several years of assassin experience, I unexpectedly joined the Armed Detective Agency after a day trip to the military and police, becoming a member. It feels good, except my wallet hurts. Everyone: "Isn't this your own fault?" I can't refute it: I'm overwhelmed with sadness. Later, the conspiracy known as "The Book" fell on my head. I'm so annoyed: I've already told you I have nothing to do with the book, but you just won't believe me. Thumbs up, six. And then… I can't spoil any more!!! Attention!!! This isn't a fictional story; the main character is female. CP: Hmm, forget it, I'm too incompetent to write romance. (Originally it was Dazai.) Let's go with a friendship story. Also, proceed with caution before jumping in.

Both are Blue Silver Grass, both are innate level three, and neither can actively increase their soul power level. The protagonist, possessing Tang Wulin's template, can only passively wait to grow older, synchronizing with Tang Wulin's cultivation, soul rings, soul bones, and even battle armor at the same age. As two Blue Silver Grasses with the potential to become Blue Silver Emperors, they are destined to constantly compete until one of them truly becomes the Emperor. The struggle between these two chosen ones will only continue unabated.

[The God of Drama Path + Sequence Potions + Not a wish-fulfillment story + Role-playing + Steampunk style + Slow burn + Cthulhu elements]

This is a world shrouded in fear and madness.

When everyone is worshipping gods, the ceremonial deity masquerades as a "god".

At first, it was just about survival.

But he soon discovered that in this world,

God is not the only source of madness, and humans are not much more normal than God!

Some repent in pools of blood, while others praise hypocrisy amidst flames.

Some people treat killing as a faith, while others treat prayer as a performance.

Feng Dian used disguise, deception, performance, and manipulation to gradually turn the idol into his own "mask."

Thus, among the gods to whom all beings prayed, an unnamed being appeared—

"The God of Drama," the god of magic who weaves nightmares, the embodiment of lies and deception.

He is not a god, but he is more terrifying than a god.

He said, "Since faith is a performance, then I will take control of this show."