Good news: Fang Suichu has transmigrated to a world brimming with spiritual energy, waking up to find himself within a sect as a newly initiated disciple, complete with a system. Bad news: This immortal world is fake. The so-called immortal path here is closer to Chinese Cthulhu mythos, involving the cultivation of various bizarre curses. Furthermore, the so-called newly initiated disciples are actually being sold to these strange sects as cultivation materials. Even worse news: Fang Suichu's system genuinely believes this to be a legitimate world of cultivation.

Ghosts and monsters roam freely, powerful clans and demons wreak havoc, and panic reigns. Strange local chronicles from across the Central Plains, terrifying rumors swirling throughout the city, and chilling nursery rhymes circulating widely. ### Yes/No—Disassemble [Three Character Classic] Successfully disassembled, obtained 'General Character Recognition' Yes/No—Disassemble [Zhu Yong] Successfully disassembled, obtained Clothing x1, Weapon Fragment x10, Accessory Fragment x20, 'Fiery Palm' ### Yes/No—Strengthen [Fiery Palm] Fiery Palm +1, Fiery Palm +2, Fiery Palm +3… Fiery Palm +10… [Fiery Palm] (Great Perfection): Hand fire resistance +30… Although this world teeming with ghosts and monsters is dangerous, fortunately he has a super support device…

[Mysterious style + high-tech doctor + invincible scalpel + decisive killing + mechanical pet]

Having traversed a mysterious world, Arthur Beria landed in the peaceful and simple city of Dilis. He discovered that his mind wasn't filled with those maddening ramblings, but only with lines of cold, hard data.

To others, it was the indescribable whisper of an evil god, a runaway mutation that meant certain death. To Arthur, it was merely a series of medical records awaiting processing: "A lurking vengeful spirit? Hmm, a neurological parasite, electroconvulsive therapy recommended." "An out-of-control Extraordinary? This is malignant proliferation caused by genetic mutation, cut it off." "Contamination by an ancient god? Oh, this is a high-risk virus, requiring planetary-level isolation surgery."

Thus, in this mad world where steam and mist intertwine, a black market doctor emerged, inspiring fear in all who beheld him. He wielded a scalpel, accompanied by a vicious mechanical dog that fed on corpses. Even a god descending to earth would be forced onto the operating table to sign an informed consent form if they dared to display their health bar before him.

Arthur adjusted his monocle and looked at the trembling evil god: "Don't move, it's just a minor surgery, it'll be over soon."

— This book is also known as: When Outer Gods Meet Surgeons, As Long as I Can't See God's Name, God Cannot Contaminate Me, and About My Removal of the Old Ones as if They Were Viruses

Arthur Thorne rose from his throne of brass, corpses, and pipes, donning a crown forged from alchemy, steam, and blood, and taking up the scythe entwined with fate. He looked up. The twinkling stars in the sky were all enemies. But before that... Arthur Thorne, newly transported, faced a grave problem: how to hollow out his body and survive when alchemy, medicine, and conventional supernatural powers proved ineffective.

The river of history has undergone an unknown transformation, sinking into a reflection of the present. Ancient Celestial Beings have resurrected from the past, pursuing forbidden secrets. Their mighty powers use time as a chessboard, all living beings as pieces, forging a plan for eternity.

Familiar legends, folkloric ghosts, and even once-admired heroes have been distorted and transformed into strange creatures that have sunk into the abyss of the past.

Once-wise and mighty emperors have become evil dragons, hovering over their empires, using their aging and massive bodies to crave the fruit of immortality, their ambergris transformed into demons that devour the common people.

Heroes fallen in battle, illuminated by candlelight, resurrected from a mountain of corpses, establishing the Corpse Reincarnation Royal Court

. By the banks of the Red River, an ancient transmigrator sighs at the moon.

The Horse-Faced Silkworm Lady, the Star Tai Sui, the ancient Heavenly Court, the Silver Dynasty... countless realms of disease vie for passage beyond the present.

Only those who travel through history can reverse the flow of time, excise the transformation, and extract historical skills and relics from the river of history. Even worse, they can usurp the achievements of the most ancient heroes and etch their own legacy into the past.

After resigning and returning home, Jiang Yan accidentally stumbles upon a Rice God of Wealth ritual and overhears the lamentations of the River of History. This awakens his historical talent: the embryo of the Dark Mother Goddess, nurturing countless offspring. Transmuting all disease into nourishment, she nurtures spiritual pets, abilities, memories, rules, and other "offspring" under her control.

From the Corpse Reincarnation Court, he nurtures the Corpse Reincarnation Phoenix; from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, he nurtures the God of Peace...

Gazing at the decaying River of History, Jiang Yan sighs,

"If I could transform history into nourishment, perhaps I could truly nurture a..."

"Forbidden Immortal God!"

Qin Wen, who traveled to another world, was alone and extremely poor.

The only exorcism agency that can be used is on the verge of bankruptcy!

Just when Qin Wen was hesitating whether to change his career and run a foot massage shop, the laptop that suddenly turned on changed everything.

All kinds of bizarre events, all kinds of strange characters, and confusing and bizarre conspiracies began to appear frequently...

As long as Qin Wen completes these tasks of varying difficulty, he and his firm can continue to improve.

As the firm becomes more and more famous, Qin Wen gradually discovers a shocking mystery about himself!

Rumor has it.

There is a firm that everyone who has been there says is super professional!

But for some reason, they never had any returning customers...