An Ultraman fanfiction with an original world view, a realistic feel, not a wish-fulfillment story, no harem, not invincible, and a self-healing growth theme.
This is a story, not a wish-fulfillment novel with a male protagonist. Please do not read it from a wish-fulfillment perspective, thank you.
When light chooses someone who is insecure, socially anxious, has some communication difficulties, and exhibits autistic tendencies, is it healing or depressing?
Seven years ago, after the aurora borealis appeared in the sky, the boy has been plagued by the same dream ever since...
Seven years later... a strange aurora appeared in the sky again, and a gigantic monster descended from the heavens...
A mysterious mountain-shaped stone pillar suddenly appeared before the boy...
A light, like the beating of a heart, flickered before the boy...
A mark resembling a flying bird appeared...
Is it... a redemption for the boy, or a curse upon him?
Follow-up article: Infinite Survival Game
The daily life of a big guy calling the shots in a horror game
Possible dual opening: "A Pretty Girl Like Me [Quick Transmigration]"
The Queen of Drama tears everyone apart
Please go and watch it~
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Mu Yunxian is a psychopath, pure and innocent, but he just doesn't have the chance to show it.
After death, he entered a strange mission world, and he finally had the chance to go crazy.
His mission is to complete the strange wishes of all kinds of unlucky people, and it would be even better to become a winner in life.
After finally completing 999 (?) missions, standing on the podium, Mu Yunxian said: "Is the mission difficult? Not really. I just want to say that everyone here is a loser."
After traveling through time, Si Bin discovered that there were strange barrages above everyone's heads.
Only on his own head.
Everyone seems to be under surveillance...
On the other side of the world, there is another kind of prosperity, endless shadows, eternal paradise, the path to redemption...
Weird, absurd, weird...
"Many people say they can't see the future, but they actually see the future."
…
Now, in front of me are the eyes of gods like torches, and behind me are the lights of thousands of homes in my hometown.
The choice between free will and destiny.
This is a story that overturns the past, present and future.
Offer your sword to gods and flowers!
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*This book is also called "A Sword for God and Flowers"
【Suspense + Fantasy + Madness + Confusion + Decisive Killing + No System】
In a cave.
"Disciple, do you want to become an immortal?"
Looking at the companion who was suspected to be used as a medicinal material...
"Master, I am willing."
"Okay, then you are my disciple, ranked 20th, Taoist name Ziwei!"
"Thank you Master for the Taoist name."
"Disciple eats immortal pills."
"Okay Master."
"Disciple, I will teach you how to move your Qi."
"Okay Master."
"Disciple, you are about to ascend, your senior brother is waiting for you above!"
"Okay Master...ah?"
The eyes went dark, and then brightened.
"Welcome to ascend, little junior brother!"
"Wait, senior brother, why are you wearing a mental illness suit?"
If a person commits five thousand evils, they become a Ghost of the Five Hells.
If they commit six thousand evils, they become a Prisoner of the Twenty-Eight Hells.
Ghosts possess Six Grotto-Heaven Palaces.
The Dao holds Seven Thousand Chapters of Talismans.
Humans nurture Thirty-Six Thousand Spirits!
In this world, ghosts don't act like ghosts, and humans don't act like humans.
Hell is empty; the human world is a living hell.
[Slaying God Fanfiction + No Female Lead + Invincible]
When Moye, who was schizophrenic and extremely paranoid, was watching Zhan Shen, she was hit by a dump truck and fell into Zhan Shen's world. She became a patient of Sunshine Mental Hospital.
Fortunately, the acting Evil Sword Immortal has awakened - [Evil Spirit Ni Tian].
"Well... I can do that."
"Call me a psycho? I think you want to fight me to the death!"
"Bah! What's wrong with me seeing that Shen Mi can't walk? I'm going to torture him to death."
What split personality? That's my protective color!
What tyranny and bigotry? You don't understand me at all!
Can't this form a special team?
Sorry, I'm just one person, it's just a small team!
Lifting Loki's chin with one hand, Moye smiled brightly, "Little friend, I heard you're a good liar, but why don't you lie? How can you be my power bank like this!?"
When Cthulhu descended, Moye was sitting with her legs crossed, on vacation with Xia Simeng at Shenlong Pass. She lifted her glasses and said slowly, "Go play somewhere else. You're blocking my light."
"Please, Evil God, take action!" The guards at Shenlong Pass clasped their hands together and said, "Repel the enemy!"
"What's the question? Haha! I'll find an office building to recharge first."
(No harem, no saintly protagonist, no system, semi-satisfying, dark story! If you mind these, please do not read. The protagonist is extremely gloomy. Readers should read at their own discretion.)
As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people.
I used to think the same way: food is a gift from heaven!
Until one day, I tasted everything I could see...
then,
I raised my head and looked up at the sky...
Originally, there were no ghosts in the world, but when many believed in them, they appeared in people's hearts.
Are they mentally ill or born policemen? Are they geniuses or criminal masters? They are the policemen who are least like policemen, and they are the criminals who are least like criminals.
"Crazy" + "Villain" + "No Female Lead"
Civilization is in chaos, the world is in chaos;
The fog descended, and strange disasters arose;
What is scary is never ghosts, but the desires in people's hearts.
150 years ago, the fog descended and only people in the seven major bases on Blue Star survived.
But the protection of the seven major bases has its limits. If left unchecked, humanity will only end up in destruction.
In this absurd world, a young man who does not belong to this era stands on an empty city full of disasters.
There is no other life here, only disasters and fog.
"Do you believe in this predetermined outcome?"
The young man laughed,
"Unfortunately, we fatalists... never believe in fate."