A fanfiction about Lord of Mysteries. "Mr. A, look over there, there's a living Extraordinary Ability. Let's capture him and offer him to the Lord." "Hey, Mr. Beastmaster about to be promoted, this is excellent promotion material. You'll definitely need it at Sequence 7. How about a discount, 700 gold pounds?" "Mr. Fool, don't be so stingy. Drink this Faceless Man Potion and put on your half-high silk hat." "The 'Grim Reaper' of the Tarot Society, Mr. M of the Aurora Society, one of the thirty-two mentors of the Morse Penitentiary, and a special bishop of the Steam Church—these are all nicknames I often use. Call me whatever you like," Tzel said very politely.

[Film and Television Fusion + Decisive Ruthlessness + Multiple Women] Evan Cross, who transmigrated to this world with a system, carved a bloody path through this land rife with crime, his corpses forging a fearsome reputation. ...Years later, "Don't ask me who I serve; my loyalty is only directed towards myself," Evan declared.

After his soul traveled through time and space with Huo Yuhao, he had only intended to be a humble god, far away from Tang San. But things didn't go his way. "Where are my **spiritual eyes?**" "What do you mean by a completely random spirit mutation?" "If that's the case, my sword isn't bad either!" "I see you've also figured out how to die!" "Tang San! I've brought destruction upon you!"

Having traversed 35 years, with elderly parents and young children to care for, his lofty ambitions have been reduced to the mundane details of daily life. Just as he was reconciling with himself and accepting that he was just an ordinary person, a certain evil god that was born with his soul awakened... From then on, he embarked on a path where he would put any demon he saw in his mouth to taste its flavor.

Upon waking, Zhang Wei found himself standing in a gloomy Japanese-style mansion. The good news was: he had transmigrated, and in a completely different way—a "transmigration" where he was physically inhabited, so he didn't have to worry about impersonating someone else. The bad news was: he had transmigrated to the world of *Infinite Terror*, and his first mission was the Central Continent Team's first supernatural dungeon—*Ju-on*. Here, Zhang Wei had no legendary divine enhancements, no acquired bloodline skills; he was just an unarmed ordinary person. Here, veterans told him that those afflicted by the curse were doomed, and all of them had been cursed from the moment they arrived. Faced with ghosts that defied scientific explanation, avoidance was futile, and resistance was powerless. Here, there were no cheat codes; even surviving the first day was a luxury. Zhang Wei's Infinite Terror...

Would you like to see a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom?

In the kingdom of the goddess of night, eternal flowers bloom; she is a relic of antiquity.

"Because that is the earliest sprout of my humanity, that's why I choose you."

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"bug".

The syllables his father gave him when he named him.

Praise mistakes.

...But when his father named him this, did he really feel a sense of praise for "mistake"?

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Light is the meaning of everything.

So life, ah, is bitter as a song.

"Go and push open that door."

"Welcome to the place promised by God..."

"A World of Light".

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"I did not betray Silver City!"

The Hanged Man signifies sacrifice.

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"As long as you open the door for me when the time comes."

"Don't save me! Don't save me!"

The door opened, and the wrong person stood in front of it.

The former King of Angels retreated back into darkness without even seeing the day.

"……good."

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The emperor's eldest daughter could recreate the fairy tale, but when the fairy tale actually came true, she saw someone sitting on a high throne.

"Seal me."

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"A happy ending would be for all the bad guys to die. Including you... and me too."

The witch smiled and wrote the ending of the story with ink stained with filthy darkness.

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The ball has begun.

A man with a slightly receding hairline danced the opening dance with a psychic wearing glamorous makeup.

Old friends reunited and raised their glasses in celebration.

"There is no madness here."

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"justice."

"I choose justice."

This is what Backlund's most dazzling gem says.

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"He is the Lord's wrath."

Waiting for the day when the war will be over

Eternal darkness enveloped the silent town. Worms hidden underground, strange parasitic fetuses, and unknown viruses that caused biological deformation. The statues of gods were covered in dust, living people were hard to find, and death was always around. Once you fall into the nightmare, despair will ring like a death knell. Fortunately, Zhou Kai has a safe house and can return to the real world. ... Peeping at the rain curtain through the rotten wooden boards, the giant with abscesses staggered in the mud, and Zhou Kai clenched his fists. "This punch is full of effort and sweat, can you withstand it?" ... [Reinforced wooden door → Steel fortress] [Reinforced knife → Ship-severing giant blade] Zhou Kai dragged a flesh-covered wreckage back to the shelter, broke it into pieces and threw it into the fireplace. Looking at the strange body crackling in the flames, his smile was gentle and his eyes were calm. "Well, it will burn for a while this time." "Who's next?"

[Loser heroine + Oregairu + Passerby heroine + Visible girl + Some other anime characters] [Decisive and not a saint] [Multiple heroines] [The hero is a steel man in the early stage, the reason is in Chapter 9]

Chisuke Kitahara, who traveled through the world of anime, thought he would live a dull life until that rainy night when he saw the "real side" of the world, which he will never forget.

The world is becoming increasingly polluted, and the gods are restless.

Faced with the resurrection of urban legends, demons, and wild monsters, the only thing the young man who has lost his emotions can rely on is the obsession called "revenge"

When praying to the Emperor, he is the God-Emperor's agent; when praying to the Fool, he holds the power of fate; when offering sacrifices to Nyarlathotep, he is Chaos itself.

As long as you increase the "faith level" of the corresponding god, you can borrow the power of the corresponding god.

When urban legends are revived in the world:

A woman with a scissors wanders around Shinjuku, and a videotape of Sadako's curse spreads online.

Pennywise roamed the night laughing, and a tall, thin figure occasionally appeared in the shadows.

Chisuke Kitahara ignites the fire of the subspace, burning the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons; controls the power of fate, eradicates all evil spirits; finally, he puts on a mask and faces the "them" standing high in the sky.

"Is this your plan?"

But please remember that the gift of fate has already been secretly marked with a price.

[Lady Black Tomb] + [Not the same person as Black Tower] + [Fun] + [10,000 words daily]

"Who is your favorite character?"

"The Great Black Tower, Lady Black Tower is a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in the world."

Bai Mu gave the answer without hesitation.

"Very good, from now on, you are the Great Black Tower!"

......

An unexpected questionnaire led Bai Mu to travel to the Collapse Iron Universe.

Open your eyes again...

The surgery was a success, and he became her.

It wasn't possession, but becoming another Black Tower... oh no, to be precise, she became Black Tomb.

An intellectual mind pieced together from a destroyed body, memories shrouded in mystery, and finally, a touch of pleasure added...

The Lady of the Dark Side has made her debut!

The first instance, "Health-Preserving Hot Spring Hotel," is complete and available for reading. The second instance, "Divine Descent," is being updated daily at 9 PM. It will be available for purchase on June 2nd. "The A-rank instance, 'Class Assignment,' has begun. You will fall into a nightmare in ten seconds." A gloomy school building, a blood-red dusk, thick fog, and evil spirits lurking in every corner. A strikingly handsome young man leans against the wall, coughing. Among the well-prepared players, only Xie Qing stands out, even lacking a dagger. Judging from his pale and sickly appearance, he might not survive until nightfall. The innocent players don't know why the C-rank instance, which originally had a 50% success rate, has suddenly become a guaranteed success.