The treacherous streets of Gotham, a palace buried deep beneath the sea, an eerie, forgotten castle…

When Luo Xiu stepped into this infinite world of madness and desire, the gears of fate behind him began to turn.

Twisted cravings. Hypocritical masks. Shattered souls in need of repair.

The deeper Luo Xiu delved, the more he gained—and the more the sickness within him began to fade.

And at that moment, it felt as if Luo Xiu had finally become… the real Luo Xiu.

An exciting journey through endless worlds?

No.

This is the Devil’s Infinite Game.

Only the cultivators can represent the truth under this dark, starry sky! They are still regarded and celebrated by mortals, no matter how selfish and shameless they are!

It’s the story of a demonic cultivator who is willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of immortality.

A thousand years of impermanence, killing endlessly. Fame is the same as dirt, disdaining the ridicule of the virtuous.

His sword cuts through iron and kills people when he’s furious. While consuming his share of wine, he laughed at ghosts and gods.

Killing and fighting on earth and in heaven, terrifying the underworld. The act of killing one is a crime, but the act of slaughtering ten thousand is heroism.

You are a hero among heroes if you have slaughtered nine million people!

Seeing through a thousand years of benevolence and righteousness, but let this life display the majestic wind. There is no love for my name, no condemnation in my heart for having killed a million people!

Having reincarnated into a different world, Murong Lin found himself utterly bewildered.

The golden finger system informed him that he needed to eliminate the protagonist—wait, he wasn’t the protagonist?

Innocently, Murong Lin turned his gaze towards the designated heroes, a butcher’s knife clutched in his hand. Regretfully, he realized he had no alternative but to end their lives if he wished to survive.

Hold on, this pig was a protagonist too? And that tree?

Without any choice, Murong Lin found himself forced down the path of bloodshed.

A sentient demonic sword drifts from master to master, offering power at a price. Some wielders rise, others fall—but all leave their mark on the blade. It grows stronger with each bond, shaping and shattering destinies across a blood-soaked world. This is not a story of good or evil—only the will of the sword.

(Extremely brutal. Wise ladies beware!)

No heroine | No mercy | Only blood and evolution

Dark flow | Decisive killing | Dual-cultivation of superpower and mutation | Doomsday domination

Five hundred years after the apocalypse, the world drowned in blood.

He was born in it.

Ling Chen, codename: Blood Shura, was the ultimate mutant—wielding blood as a blade, slaughtering his way to freedom.

For five centuries, he carved his legend in corpses and silence.

Until the day he fought for the mythical artifact known as the Time Dial.

Betrayed. Surrounded. Dying.

And then—time rewound.

The dial activated… and sent him back.

Back to the day before the resurgence of spiritual energy.

This time, he awakened two monstrous gifts:

☑ Blood Manipulation

☑ Flesh Evolution

A one-in-a-million superpowered mutant—again.

Faced with the collision of three factions—humans, orcs, and mutant beasts—he chose the darkest path:

Remain within humanity, but evolve as a mutant, through devouring, slaughter, and unrelenting power.

In this life, Ling Chen has three goals:

✔ Slaughter every enemy from his past life—before they even rise.

✔ Collect all ancient artifacts—and unearth the ultimate secret of the spiritual resurgence.

✔ Ascend the apex of the apocalypse—and crush the world under absolute power.

No romance. No redemption. Just carnage.

In this world, killing is freedom. Blood is truth. Evolution is law.

"When the four great continents collapse and the heavens fall, I shall ascend to the Heavenly Realm of Mount Ling and take command of the Thunderous Voice."

Ji Yuannian stood in silence upon a lotus seat of ten thousand leaves, clad in pristine white Buddhist robes. His jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, eyes cold and distant as he gazed toward the far western horizon, where the vast and mist-veiled Mount Sumeru loomed.

...

Wherever paths cross, there are only immortals or cultivators—seated in stillness, preaching the Yellow Court Scripture.

And so, the story begins...

In Beiju Luzhou.

(Unlimited streaming + no heroine + original copy + shifting reasoning + decisive killing)

【Welcome to the weird game】

[As long as you clear the dungeon, you will get everything you want, wealth, power, health... everything]

In the thirty-sixth year since the advent of the strange game, Qiss was pulled into the dungeon by the Lord God.

Gray fog and yellow clouds cover the sky, ghosts and monsters roam the streets, towering dead trees rise from the ground, and skeletons and carrion pile up everywhere.

This is not reality, there is no such thing as morality and conscience; this is not chaos, there are laws and rules that cannot be disobeyed.

Qisi took a look at the rules and found a lot of loopholes that could be exploited.

(This book is also known as "I Will Dominate the Weird" and "I Will Steal Gods in Weird Games")

——Wenqing version (not speaking human language version) Copywriting——

The rules feed on the gods, and the gods sacrifice all living beings.

The strange game is the snare, and the mysterious resurgence is the medium.

Under the cold fig leaf is an indescribable horror.

Not wanting to be controlled by fate, Si Qi jumped out of his shackles.

Tear apart morality and dance alone on the border between black and white; break away from the rules and build your own throne.

He is not a god in this life, but Weird Games has already prepared a god status for him and welcomed his return with a feast of death.

[No spiritual roots][Cultivating immortals by seizing the body][Cultivating immortals by a mortal][Villain][No heroine][Any means necessary][Cruel][Selfish][Hypocrisy][Non-travel][Slow pace]

(The protagonist is pure evil and cannot be washed away. We evil cultivators can eat it without worry, but kind-hearted Taoist friends please avoid it.)

Life is short, and we return to dust.

Why can immortals roam the world while mortals can only be frogs in the well!

Without spiritual roots, there is no hope of becoming an immortal, so I will use evil methods to become an immortal!

An evil method that allows mortals to acquire magical powers and a method of ghost cultivation that allows a mortal without spiritual roots to embark on the path of cultivating immortality!

There is not much difference between immortals, demons, ghosts and monsters in this world of cultivating immortals!

How can I become an immortal without being possessed by a demon? Once I am possessed by a demon, I am an immortal!

Without demons, how do you know that you are cultivating immortality?

If the immortal road is not open to me, then I will use the magic path to find the immortal road!

[Weird • No Romance • Superpowers • Dark]

A twisted soul, unbound by rules or conscience.

I am the shadow beneath the light, cruel, cold-blooded, and venomous like a serpent.

My fangs deliver a fatal kiss at any moment.

I transmigrated into a world teeming with eerie, supernatural horrors

But my identity as a traveler was accidentally exposed.

I was captured, turned into a lab rat, and barely managed to escape with my life.

In the darkness, hatred burned quietly.

A mysterious black stone tablet appeared.

Slaying the strange creatures allows me to devour their power, awakening one extraordinary ability after another…

Stack. Release. Slaughter everything.

“I don't just want your life.”

“I will destroy your pride, erase your clan, sever your bloodline, and dig your grave.”

“I’ll make you die slowly, bit by bit, drowning in pain.”

“I’ll curse this world and everyone in it. In this life… there will be no peace.”

[High IQ protagonist + Villain MC + Infinite Flow + Behind-the-scenes operator + Creates eerie urban legends + No female lead + Dark tone]

[Ignore the ratings, they were suppressed]

[By the way, check out the author's new book: "I Loaded a Horror Game for the World"]

Feng Hou was forcibly isekai’d by a dump truck.

But instead of ending up in some fantasy world, he woke up as a pitch-black, lightless sphere — the core of a Terror Tale Space, a strange domain capable of creating urban legends and feeding on the negative emotions of humans to grow stronger.

Thus began the rise of a horror-manufacturing machine!

The "Impostor" that steals your voice and face to replace you.

The "Man-Demon" — ever-present on rainy nights, unkillable.

The "Slender Specter" — with a long, twisted body and no face.

The "Weeping Angel" — teleports instantly when not observed.

The "Nightmare" — traps you in an endless dream with no escape.

The "Elder Kin" — whose grotesque form induces nausea with a glance, warping reality around them...

All of these, and more, are forged in the Terror Tale Space.

“Now then... listen closely, you unfortunate souls who’ve stepped onto this 'journey' — to their most wretched screams!”

[Don’t overanalyze. Just enjoy the ride. Also, don’t project real life into it.]