(Light novel style)

When human emotions reach a critical point, strange monsters will breed in the darkness and devour life.

Ghost world, human bone card, novel writers must die!

Other protagonists: "System? System dad, where are you? If you don't come, I'm going to kill you, please, I kneel down for you, help me, system dad."

Xiuyi: "System, your whole family is dead, right? Very good, you don't accompany me when I'm down, who are you to make a comeback? Wait, I'll make a gold finger myself, you'd better not come. When I'm rich, if you dare to come, I'll skin you alive! Not only do I not want a system, I can also be a gold finger for others! The strong have always..."

[Please remember not to talk to them]

[Please remember not to touch them]

[Most importantly, please remember not to fall in love]

Shiraishi Ze Hide looked at the girls outside the cat's eye and scratched his head

Opened the door of the apartment with a bright smile

"Welcome home."

Wizards are born to pursue the truth.

Knowledge is truth.

Truth is power.

After failing to be promoted to the seventh-level wizard, Vic failed to break free from the shackles of the time curse.

Before death, he had only one choice, to become a lich with a long life, but his life level would always remain at level six.

Vic spent a hundred years preparing materials to make a phylactery, causing his life form to degenerate into a lich.

When Vic woke up again, he was sitting in a carriage heading to the Black Tower Wizard Academy.

His life form also returned to his mortal boyhood.

Although the lich phylactery is still sealed deep in the spirit body, the wizard's reason and experience tell him that there is a problem with the materials used to make the lich phylactery.

In order to unlock the secrets of rebirth and phylactery, break free from the time curse and gain eternal life, Vic once again embarked on a wizard's journey to pursue the truth.

——No

system, decisive killing. The finished masterpiece "The Strongest Demon Hunter in the World" has been completed, and friends who are short of books can move to watch it.

[No clichés, no sleazy writing, no harem, full of attitude] This story takes place after the events of "Through the Vastness." As Earth enters an irreversible warming phase, becoming uninhabitable, humanity launches the "Dandelion Project," which digitizes all of human civilization, compressing, encoding, and modulating it into radio signals, broadcasting them into the depths of space. Hoping to encounter a technologically advanced civilization, they would demodulate, decode, and decompress the received signal, then transfer the information to a new medium, thus continuing human civilization—even a fragment of it. Unknown how long ago, at the edge of the universe, a fragmented civilization and a fragmented people yearn for wholeness. A young man can rescue a dejected man from jumping into a river due to layoffs, stop a heartbroken woman from hanging herself, persuade an elderly man abandoned by his children from taking that final leap, and even help a child lost in a chaotic street find their parents, yet they know nothing of their own origins. He wants to search, they all want to search, searching in the vast void of the universe. Where have past civilizations, past loved ones, gone? How can they find them? What dangers will they encounter? What whirlpools will they be drawn into?

"When we climb over this mountain and reach another hilltop, we will see a vermilion temple with a red snake as thick as a water jar. It is coiled there, waiting to see which naughty boy runs around so that it can be eaten..."

In the remote mountains, someone was whispering a story.

At the end, he laughed.

"Isn't that kid afraid that I will come to my door if he spreads the story like this?"

As the voice fell, the sound of metal rubbing against metal suddenly rang out in the silent mountains. The red behemoth disappeared into the deep pool, leaving an old storybook on the shore.

The pages of the storybook were slightly yellowed, and there was a line of words on it that read:

"There is a temple in the South Mountain, where a red fairy sleeps. His eyes are like golden fire, and his body is like red steel. He blows with the wind and rain, illuminating the world. His name is the South Candle."

After traversing through time, Li Xuan was delighted to have become the second son of Earl Chengyi's mansion, as well as a proud warrior of Liudao Fumo. However, just ten days into his privileged life, he faced fierce female supervisors, terrifying ghost-girls, and spiteful demonesses one after another.

Amidst this whirlpool of challenges, Li Xuan claimed he didn't feel a bit panicked. A few years later, standing above the Yangtze River, he swung his sword, and with that, thousands of miles of landscapes were instantly frozen.

Where will the demoness escape to? Take my sword!

“How to use magic unscrupulously in front of a group of Muggles without being seen through?”

“Tell them this is called magic.”

There is no skill in the back of the traversal. In order to get a good meal, Li Lekang decided to be a super magician!

According to legend:

Demons can change into human beings, hide in the crowd, and choose people to devour.

“I have drank the wind, swallowed the sand, and roamed the world under the clouds.”

Dian Wei swallowed the gluttonous food in one gulp, and he became stronger again. He lifted the one-billion-pound meteor chain hammer in his hand, and his eyes were calm and distant.

The world of basketball is full of passion and will.

This is a game between men and men, a collision of muscles and a contest of skills.

Zhang Jun, who came through time, picked up his previous dream and embarked on his own basketball path.

“Hello, I’m Zhang Jun, and I will become a legend.”

(High-definition, uncoded, no dog blood, there are already two completed works, character guarantee, feel free to enter the pit)

Reborn as the God of Conferred Gods, Nezha, did not expect that the previous reincarnation was actually the Fire Star Lord instead of the Spiritual Pearl, and was abandoned at the beginning... Alas, what's going on, is this vixen planning to cultivate?

And this little bastard is actually the descendant of Nuwa... [Ding, the acceleration system is installed] (Combined with the world view of the prehistoric Conferred Gods, the magical plot starts, not a saint, semi-system assistance, the plot is purely fictional, and the rigorous party should think twice.)