In an era where humanity is facing its end, the world is a dangerous game of gods, miracles, and the supernatural. It's a place of extraordinary creatures, forbidden knowledge from books, and cyclical paradises—where every gift of fate comes with a hidden, heavy price.

The story follows the protagonist, Jiang Qing, who finds himself trapped in this reality. He introduces himself with a grim outlook: "My name is Jiang Qing. It's a pity that after tonight, I will disappear forever." He is on a predetermined path with no option for retreat; from the moment he opens the door in front of him, his past is erased, leaving only a single, long, and seemingly endless road forward. The narrative follows his journey as he navigates this world of scripts and survival, where every step is a struggle against a foretold doom.

[In the great world of cards, the gods descend, the gods and ghosts of China, wipe out all the evil spirits]

This is the world of cards. There is no fighting spirit that can transform into a horse. What exists here are only cards that have been developed to the peak!

Luo Fu, the producer of a mythological-themed, high-paying mobile game, travels to a parallel world where cards are the mainstream and knowledge is the core.

In order to complete the school year assignments, he used the scraps at hand to create a pseudo-myth card [Ten Thousand Souls Banner], and suddenly realized that the myths of this world had long been cut off.

Faced with this dangerous world where rituals and music are in decline, strange gods are roaming, chaos and disorder are rampant, and evil spirits are rampant, starting with [Guankou Erlang], collect materials, copy texts and create cards, and invite the myth to return.

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The Imperial Master prayed for rain, and Lü Zu flew his sword;

[Dragon King] calms the sea tribe, [Pleiades] swallows hundreds of insects;

The Iron-eating Beast, which attacks the descendants of Yanhuang and Jiuli;

The invincible [Yinglong] in single combat, the crazy [Jigong];

The Three-legged Golden Toad, who loves traveling and likes to send things home;

Mythology: [Fengdu City], Horror: [Lion Camel Ridge];

Mythological scene: [Birthday of the Queen of Heaven], Rule scene: [Ask for a Title];

Erlang Shen, who possesses all the divine powers of versions such as [Li Bing's Second Son] and [Slaying Dragon Governor];

A stone monkey that can switch back and forth between multiple forms, such as [Wuzhiqi] and [Liu'er Erxin]...

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The new version of the myth card making flow strives to bring everyone a different experience.

[Supernatural Revival] + [No Female Lead] + [Decisive and Ruthless] + [No Saint-like Compassion] + [Not a Lapdog] + [No System]

A summer camping trip turned into a one-way path to hell.

Lin Yi became entangled with an unspeakable "thing." It defied all logic, and with every heartbeat, the resounding bell of death tolled.

In a frantic escape, he stumbled into a decaying ancient temple, where the cold was bone-piercing.

In the darkness, a rusty ghost chain glowed with an ominous light.

Amid the despair of life and death, a brutal, cold power was forcefully injected into Lin Yi, and he became a ghost rider!

He was a living corpse, a cage for a vengeful spirit, and the price was clear and cruel: his life was being consumed little by little by the parasitic ghost.

The ghost's murderous intent was upon him, the temple doors were buckling, and with his life hanging by a thread, the instinct for survival overpowered everything else!

With his eyes bloodshot, Lin Yi shed all hesitation and boldly activated the non-human power within his body!

The eerie light erupted, and a pitch-black ghost domain instantly tore open space under his will.

Lin Yi narrowly escaped, but this was no liberation. The terrifying iceberg of the supernatural revival had merely revealed its tip.

This thorny path of controlling a vicious ghost was one where every step was soaked in the blood of his kind and the curses of the ghosts.

Power is poison; mercy is a grave.

As the world began its descent into the abyss, Lin Yi clutched the cold chain in his hand, understanding a brutal truth:

On this desperate chessboard, to survive, he had to be more ruthless than a ghost and more merciless than a man.

The heavy, bloody chapter had just turned its first page.

Lin Yi: "Welcome to... Purgatory!

Supernatural phenomena have revived, the gates of hell have opened, and the mortal realm overlaps with reality. Ancient taboos have become the laws of survival, the thousand-year-old sorcerer has awakened, and hundreds of ghosts roam the human world at night. Strange arts, forbidden spells, folk tales, urban legends... the Bureau of Abnormal Creatures Investigation, the Foundation for Containing the Strange, the Revelation Society... Coffin, Nuo, Liang, Ling, Di, Qi, Yong, Shi—the eight gates of folk burial. The coffin is the first of the eight gates. The movement of carrying a coffin is forbidden by the supernatural. ... "Ji Yun, I've never heard you say what your family does." "We do a small business in the town." "What kind of business is so mysterious?" "We run a coffin shop." "..." PS. If you're looking for something to read, check out the 3 million+ pent-up books "Cataclysmic Card King" and "Mechanical Alchemist."

[Those who know about score suppression understand.]

[A charming young boy succubus with a simple-minded, almost idiotic, nature + strong female lead and weak male lead with no abuse (minor adjustments not included) + humorous, lighthearted, and abstract + multiple personalities including an older nun, princess, aunt, yandere, and tomboy...]

Introduction 1:

"You cunning and arrogant demon queen! Do you think I can defeat you and become the hero just by doing this?"

Inside the Demon King's castle, the Demon Queen patted Lin Bai's head and nodded with a smile.

"That's right! My little hero! I'm about to surrender!"

Introduction 2:

"Let me reiterate! Everything I, the hero, have done is to eliminate the Demon King, not what the newspapers say! Do they even know how to eliminate the Demon King? They're just spouting nonsense. Only I, the hero, can defeat the Demon King! That stupid female demon king even showed me a defeat CG!"

In response to the rumors circulating in the city, Lin Bai, who had been named the kingdom's number one hero by the Demon King, said this to the female team members who were giving him hostile looks.

"Hey, why are you guys looking a little strange? What, you're going to show us a defeat cutscene too?"

In the misty sea fog, on the deck of the ghost ship, Hern Iheroa gazed into the distance, using a brass telescope inlaid with inhuman eyeballs, at a geometrically indefinable outline. He mechanically tore at the rotting fish flesh in his hands, stuffing it into the relatively neat slit in front of his skull, known as the "mouth." At that moment, only two questions occupied Hern's mind. First, when would he find a doctor? Second, what about the remaining 1,278 mouths on his body after he had eaten his fill—"So, doctor, is there... any hope for us?"

Nie Weiyang, male, half-vampire, never-hidden number one on the battle power rankings, former assassin now Paladin, defender of Zhongzhou, player, world boss... To be honest, I don't have much personal work, mainly responsible for rescuing people, killing people, leaping and slashing evil gods, and saving the world. "...They say you have a moral level beyond the current era, and will even save obedient enemies from danger. Is that true?" "It's just a win-win situation." "So how do those dangers come about?" "It's just a matter of time." "Then... what if the enemy refuses to repent?" "Refuse to repent?" Nie Weiyang smiled kindly, his sharp fangs flashing with a cold light. "—Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"What should you be aware of when becoming a Nightstalker at Milton Keep—Adventurer's Camp?" "Three silver coins for a bottle of holy water, rent a rust-free short sword, and... always keep a rational mind." The night outside will devour your brain, the shadows in the fog will silently tear your cloak, and fear will erode your sanity. All you have is the sword in your hand, the remaining holy water in the bottle, and... a strong heart. But these three things are enough to get you through the night. [Slow-paced adventure, Darkest Dungeon-like world, mage, pseudo-D&D]

Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...

When the unpredictable Old Ones awakened, bringing their black mist and crimson moon, the world plunged into an eternal night of decadence. Less than 10% of humanity remained, huddled in the steam-belching Brass City. They exploited the Destiny Dimension to enter horrific dungeons and acquire extraordinary powers, yet they lingered on, on the brink of extinction. Then, the writer stepped forward. "Only the Old Ones can defeat the Old Ones!" Li En, a pink, oval-shaped cell cluster, consulted his diary, his two tiny tentacles alternating in front as he pondered deeply. "So, this is why I was summoned here?"