The bright young woman Lu Xi had a stroke of luck and transmigrated into a world of wizards, becoming the apprentice witch Lucy. What awaited her was the unknown and a sense of bewilderment.

So she picked up a scalpel and a quill, and with a sweet smile said:

“May I borrow you for a dissection?”

When the wizards happened to come across this long-forgotten notebook, the forbidden specimen illustrations that emerged from its yellowed pages seized their gaze like a curse.

Those severed limbs of strange beasts entwined with ancient bloodstains, the plant veins that glowed with an eerie phosphorescence, and the organs that continued to throb in a grotesque rhythm upon the parchment.

All of them, with their twisted forms and forbidden nature, sent tremors through the souls of those who beheld them. It was as if they had caught a fleeting glimpse of the abyss itself within the creases of the parchment, leaving none untouched by a chilling, speechless awe at these fragments of life that defied comprehension.

My name is Sigmund, and this is the 27th day and the first day after my crossing.

Snowstorm, mountain village.

27 days is just the same day of reincarnation.

Cold and hungry, and a faint growl in the wind and snow.

In 27 days, I had 11 broken arms and 3 legs.

Don’t be surprised, I also buried 7 of myself.

Until the 28th day, in the diffuse snow, a dark ghost carriage broke the time cycle and appeared in front of my eyes.

The door opened, and the ancient parchment rolled slowly

Another world gold finger, or a novice reward for signing in for 28 days?

Between on and off, Sigmund was lost in thought.

…………

Traveling through time and space and nightmares, every time the carriage arrives, Sigmon gets rewards and becomes stronger, but even so, he still stubbornly believes that this car… is not serious.

Only because that day the carriage brought him two silver-haired women, one large and one small.

“My name is Ciri, and I’m from Kyle Morhan.”

“My name is Maria, from the Star Clock Tower.”

Are your horses pulling carts or pulling skins?

joke! I am a decent person, what can I do?

Ha ha……

Multiverse, plane war!

As a time traveler, Ian started from humble beginnings, but survived in this chaotic world. Fortunately, relying on the proficiency system, he has unlimited growth potential!

Wizards, runes, meditation...

Potions, alchemy...

Looking back, Ian has already stood at the top, leading the wizard civilization, and marching towards the sea of ​​stars!

Humans kneel before corpses, gods rot and whisper, and wizards frantically search for secrets of decay. Loki opens his eyes to find himself an apprentice wizard in the dark world. However, his low spiritual aptitude makes his life precarious, like a candle flickering in the night. Fortunately, he gains a stroke of luck by acquiring an ancient artifact that displays information in data form. He then transplants the various spells he has learned onto his monstrous servants: [Wild Dog] -> [Ghost Hound] -> [Soul-Binding Wolf] -> [Abyssal Wolf] -> [Cerberus]! Centuries later, a twisted, fleshy god scoffs at Loki: "Tremble, humans! Before you lies the great being who created hundreds of chimeras!" "Very well, what about yesterday?" "???"

Kamal looked at the black body of the person in front of him, and the heart was so black that water could flow out. "Open it up." "Uh, Lord Kamal, I just have the flu, isn't that bad?" "No, your heart is broken and needs a new one." Looking at Kamal with a serious face, Coric silently apologized for the patient lying on the operating table, then cut open his chest with a knife. Poof, blood splattered all over the two of them... "Look at you, you have been interning for a month, why haven't you learned the skills of opening up the chest yet?" Coric: "..." This is the story of a man with mediocre magical talent who opened up an alternative wizard upgrade path. Doctor Kamal's skills are really getting more and more bizarre... (with gold fingers but no system, fictional steam background)

“The Black Wings have left their mark on my body, and I am able to raise their followers. From now on, crows will always be by my side. Their strength grows day by day, and I will rise higher and higher with them.” -

"To the Black Feathered Hour" by Anonymous

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After traveling to Britain in the late 19th century, it seems that I have gained the ability to enslave crows, and the stronger the crows are, the more powerful I am!

Wait, this isn't Daying?

magic? What kind of unscientific stuff is this? Vampire, werewolf? What kind of fantasy stuff is this?

Forget it, does this prevent me from opening a detective agency?

The beautiful British-style detective is here! Get out of the way!

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※No male protagonist, female protagonist warning; some coc and Wod worldviews are integrated, mainly made up by me.

This is a world ruled by law, where exotic objects from the heavens descend.

The law of every individual, of every country, governs the workings of the world. When these laws collide, they birth—

Darkness, war, witchcraft, flame, faith, heroes and evil, polities and churches, gods and deformities, fairytales and nightmares.

Why can a flint elicit the loyalty of three massive hounds?

How can a flame determine the rise and fall of a nation?

Why can a mirror discern the good and evil within a person's heart?

How can a farmer slay a dragon, and a destitute wanderer become a king in a single bound?

Ivita came to this world, he has been here, he has travelled, he has conquered, and in the end, he will transform his thoughts and insights into a new Law to rule this vast land.

Once, a reporter from the *Witch's Daily* interviewed the second-generation Chief Witch, Lou Yue: "Ms. Lou Yue, some witches accuse you of selling audio recordings, photos, and custom ASMR, corrupting countless little witches, and ruining the atmosphere of witch society. What do you think?" Lou Yue replied righteously: "These are pure slander! I only bring kind care to all the little witches and genuinely solve their problems!" The reporter then asked: "Some people accuse you of becoming the Chief Witch because of some shady dealings. What do you think?" Lou Yue answered again: "Slander! Pure slander! My becoming the Chief Witch has absolutely nothing to do with my roommate being the first-generation Chief Witch!" As a result, after writing *The Pink Book and the Chief Witch*, the reporter was thrown into prison.

Lin Yuan died in an accident and turned into a ghost, but he possessed powerful abilities.

He can help humans realize any wish, but people need to consume an equivalent amount of "luck" to make the transaction.

As long as you can pay the price, whatever you ask for will be granted.

He became what people called "the wish-fulfilling ghost fairy".

Some people fall into the abyss because of their wishes, while others rise to the top because of their wishes.

Some call him a compassionate Bodhisattva, others call him an evil demon.

However, people do not know that their happiness and misfortune all depend on their own thoughts.

And he just responds to every request.

Liu Sheng, a worker in Tang State, initially only wanted to publish two more top-ranked articles to get promoted early, get more pension and live a peaceful life.

But why did he deviate from his dream?

After in-depth communication with the monsters, Liu Sheng gradually made up his mind: "I want to build a spaceship!"