[System • Conquest • Multiverse • Villain Protagonist • Ruthless • No Saints Here]

After dying in the line of duty, special forces operative Qin Shaohuang is reborn into a brutal fantasy world—

and his new life starts with catastrophe.

He awakens as the young master of a low-tier demonic sect.

His adoptive father has been assassinated.

His predecessor was ambushed and killed mid-breakthrough.

The sect elders are tearing each other apart for power, and no one respects the so-called “young master.”

But then...

Ding!

“Supreme Villain System Activated. This system allows the Host to summon villainous figures from across the multiverse to serve at your command.”

From the savage lands of Barbarian Province to the Northern Wastes, the Central Realms, and the Heavenly Realm—

Qin Shaohuang rises through blood and fire, backed by infamous villains of countless worlds.

Those who follow me shall rise. Those who defy me… shall be destroyed.

[Weird Cultivation] · [No Female Lead] · [Mortal MC]

A black sun hangs in the sky, the Weird Realm has invaded.

Zhou Yi, a mere mortal who survives by transcribing texts for others, crosses over into this strange world. One day, starving and desperate, he's hired by a mysterious shopkeeper to copy ancient tomes. In doing so, he accidentally awakens a mysterious beast-hide Bagua, which refines his techniques into perfected forbidden arts, and uses them to slay his eerie employer.

Thus begins a dark and bloody path of cultivation.

He soon discovers that this world has long been corrupted by terrifying, unknowable forces.

To ascend the Immortal Path, Zhou Yi has only one method left: kill his way forward.

Humans can be killed. The Weird can be killed. Even immortals, can be killed.

Destroy all who stand in his way. Endure every tribulation.

In a world where the immortal gate is shut to all, he alone shall open the way to the Other Shore.

Tags: Horror Aesthetics, Anti Hero (Loyal to his bottom line), Urban Supernatural, Strong from the Start

Dismemberment by a haunted doll with a chainsaw.

A red-clothed ghost taking lives at the airport.

A ten-mile street crawling with spirits.

The dead rising inside a crematorium.

Corpses running amok in an abandoned hospital...

These aren’t my experiences — they’re the stories I’ve written.

My name is Yang Ning, heir to the Spirit Gate and a professional Spirit Descender. I deal in spirit-linked dolls — the kind that can actually manifest ghosts.

Now, wrapped in malevolent spirits and followed by over a hundred red-clothed ghosts, I’ve returned from Hell to the world of the living...

To bring this world a grand and terrifying feast.

[No Saint-Like MC] · [No Harem] · [No System] · [Cold and Calculating Cultivator]

“My name is Li Changsheng,I seek the Dao of Immortality!”

Immortal or demon? It makes no difference.

I crave only one thing, eternal life and absolute power.

Beneath the Nine Netherworlds lies a place known as Youming, the Netherworld. In this brutal cultivation realm, there is no right or wrong, no light or dark. Only power reigns.

The strong rule.

The weak are nothing but ants.

With the Netherworld Tower in hand, Li Changsheng sets foot on the treacherous road of ascension, a path toward enlightenment, immortality, and domination.

Cultivate True Qi. Build the Foundation. Emerge as a Yin Spirit.

The Left-Hand Path is treacherous, one refines baleful energy, defiles the divine soul, and seeks fleeting freedom.

The path of the unorthodox is harsh, one must avoid earthfire, dodge astral winds, and survive to birth a Yang Spirit.

Now reborn, the Unorthodox Daoist returns.

In this life, I shall establish my own Dao lineage, forge my own Dao artifacts, and suppress all beneath Heaven.

Ruthless Protagonist | Mutation & Evolution | Dark Fiction | Eldritch Horror | Cthulhu Elements | Evil Gods | Indescribable

Summary:

In a world ravaged by monstrous creatures, plagued by bizarre phenomena, and teeming with unspeakable evils, humanity is no more than a fragile speck, preyed upon by horrors beyond comprehension. These eldritch entities treat the world as their playground, and human lives are as insignificant as ants.

This is a brutal world, one where not only monsters devour humans, but humans devour each other, and even the world itself seems to consume its own people.

Under the eerie light of a twisted moon and abnormal sun, three major factions rule this nightmarish realm: Dan Ghosts, Venomous Insects, Yin Talismans, Poison Gods, Corpse Cultivators, Mountain Fiends, Famine Spirits, Witch Mediums, Three Corpses, and Plague Bugs... An endless web of dark powers and terrifying forces.

Into this chaos steps Zhang Yang, who transmigrates into this grotesque world with a mysterious BUFF system. As he gains one overpowered BUFF after another, his power grows beyond comprehension.

Until one day, looking back on his path... he realizes:

The greatest and most terrifying evil god in this world, is himself.

"Scourge of the Dead + Half Behind-the-scenes BOSS + Explosive Soldiers + Mage Tower"

What would happen if a sixth-level necromancer who was on a plane expedition traveled back to the Victorian era?

Werewolves, vampires, banshees, angels, demons? Yeah, I know this stuff.

Evil God? Unknown existence? Hmm? I'm familiar with this thing too.

Some time ago, there was the same thing lying on my dissection table.

Transform the undead, spread the Dark Furnace Meditation, train more Furnace Mages, become the new lineage of Mages, return to the peak, and even go one step further to become a seventh-level Holy Spirit Mage, or even an eighth-level Overlord.

The undead plague will once again sweep across the endless world, and it all starts with a werewolf manor.

Humans don't need to pay for the sins committed in a game, right~

So,

In reality, I'm timid and obedient; in the game, I strike with a heavy fist.

In reality, I abide by the law and love peace; in the game, no grass grows where I tread, and rivers of blood flow.

Originally,

There shouldn't have been any problem,

Until the game timeline overlapped with reality, and I actually inherited the extremely evil organization I created in the game...

[Iron Eater]: Feed on iron, and you can draw power from the essence it contains.

[Blood Frenzy]: All your attributes multiply as your health drops. If your base stats are high enough, then with a sliver of health, you might even slay a god.

[Feast]: The blood of your kind gives off an irresistible fragrance. Devour them, and you shall gain eternal life~

Place of Birth: Bone Sea Identity: Skeleton… In the next moment, Yun Ming, still in a daze, was swept into the battlefield. Thus, a bewildered gray bone was ruthlessly hijacked by fate. What kind of unknowns will he face?

***

The world swam into focus through a haze of gray-white mist, the only sound a persistent, dry crackling in unseen ears. Yun Ming’s consciousness flickered, slowly anchoring itself to a body lying flat on… bones. Countless bones, forming a desolate, shifting landscape beneath him. He tried to sit up, but agony exploded through his frame, sharp and absolute. Looking down, he saw not flesh, but gray-white ribs. Above, slender leg bones stretched where his own should be.

“I… am a skeleton?” The thought echoed in the hollow cavity of his skull, a silent scream of disbelief swallowed by the oppressive mist. Around him, other skeletal figures stirred, mindless automatons rising from the osseous sea, only for some to suddenly collapse, scattering back into the landscape like brittle twigs. Death was palpable here, a constant presence reinforced by the chilling whispers of disintegration.

A voice, alien yet intimate, suddenly bloomed within his mind, urging him forward, into the unknown grayness. With excruciating effort, fueled by a primal fear and a dawning, terrifying awareness, Yun Ming forced his fragile new body upright. This was the Bone Sea. This was his new, horrifying beginning. And in this realm of endless death, survival was the only imperative. His journey, fraught with pain and the constant threat of dissolution, had just begun.