(No heroine, no system, not a fast-paced, cool story, growth-oriented)

Travel through a strange world where the weird cannot be killed, and only the weird can fight against the weird! ?

Ji Yue suddenly discovered that he could travel back and forth between the strange world and the world of immortal cultivation!

Immortal Cultivator: How is this possible? What kind of magic is this!?

Ghost Rider: What ghost are you riding?!

Cheng Bin, who is curious and thirsty for knowledge, has embarked on a journey to the top of the multiverse after gaining the climbing ladder..

In the cities and towns at the beginning of the miracle, learn research and development capabilities.

In the parallel world of information shift, consciousness traverses and recognizes itself.

Learn knowledge and find out the mystery in the fantasy-matched outer space.

Finally, Cheng Bin became a high-dimensional life..

Cross the gap of the world, hold the reins of time, trace the origin of history, and spread the tinder of the future.

The road ahead is covered with thorns, and the journey of uplifting is endless.

The young Taoist priest was only 28 years old, and his youth was aroused by troubles.

Every day I suffer from aging, sickness and death, and I see love, hate, anger, ignorance and resentment.

I don't want my face to wither and fade, I don't want my skin to become covered with spots.

I don’t want my limbs to wither, my internal organs to be empty and my bones to be smelly.

The young Taoist priest was only 28 years old, and his only wish was to live forever.

………………

Using self-cultivation as medicine and nourishing the body as bait, this is the story of an ordinary person overcoming tribulations and seeking immortality.

[Profits first + decisive killing + dark side + no female protagonist] [Normal men have women but no female protagonist]

Human life is like grass, it devours the source and benefits itself.

What? Fairy has a supreme physique? That's my nourishment.

What? A witch has the ability to cultivate both strength and power? That's my furnace.

What? The Holy Son has unparalleled blood? That's my blood supply.

Lu Jiu has been a human for three lifetimes. In his last life, he created the Blood Path and was surrounded and killed while trying to seize the treasure. His remaining soul travels through this world, determined to get the blood in his hands and the Dao in his heart to seize the supreme Dao fruit.

When Jiang Ye woke up, the world had changed.

5% of the global population had become Players.

Paranormal events became game instances.

Clear the anomalies, grow stronger. Simple rules, deadly stakes.

Now, staring at the tearful girl begging him for help, Jiang Ye glanced at his backpack:

【Serrated Jaw】

【Catcher’s Mitt】

【Tattered Burial Shroud】

【Bloodletting File】

…

Behind the bone-white mask stretched across his face, Jiang Ye gave a shy little smile.

Then he made his choice: hang the girl on a tree.

After all, if the anomaly isn’t cleared, no one’s getting out — may as well draw the boss early.

The girl: “???”

As an Aberrant Player, Jiang Ye is under constant pressure:

Clear dungeons by day, dodge betrayal by night — especially from other players trying to “clear” him.

The first year of cultivating immortals.

Chen Huangpi had a copper-skin and iron-boned body, and was invulnerable to water and fire. Black smoke billowed with every move he made.

The master said that was spiritual energy.

The second year of cultivating immortals.

Chen Huangpi felt extremely itchy, and hundreds of evil eyes broke free from his flesh and blood, emitting malice unscrupulously.

The master said that this was called supernatural power.

After a hundred years of cultivating immortals, Chen Huangpi's eighteen feet were rooted in the dark earth, and his nine heads reached the sky. When he opened his bloody mouth, he could hear obscure and evil sounds.

He called himself the Taoist Master Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi looked up and saw his master sitting in the ninth heaven, his whole body was dark blue, and countless gods, immortals and Buddhas were struggling and wailing in his shadow.

"Master, are we really cultivating immortals?"

[Ruthless, no female lead, slow pace, detailed setting]

The protagonist possesses a superior spiritual root and is not a useless character; he will not use obvious cheat codes.

Born into poverty and destitute, Zhou Xuan learned to scheme, to be ruthless, to curry favor, and to survive in this quagmire of a world.

But success is one part effort and nine parts luck. Zhou Xuan was so lucky to encounter a celestial master who would take him as a disciple that he couldn't care less about anything else.

Even though this immortal master was shrouded in black smoke and clearly came from a legitimate sect, Zhou Xuan was like a moth drawn to a flame, disregarding everything.

The motto of the Extreme Yin Old Demon:

Going all in is a form of wisdom.

The world must be at fault, so why should I be at fault?

Oh no! A great terror is about to be unleashed! Quickly protect all the disciples in front of you!

Young man, put aside your ambitions!

The adventure team that Ouyang Liu was in was brought under an extremely strange curse.

The strongest people in the open died one after another due to various reasons.

Ouyang Liu originally wanted to live forever.

But the old team members died one after another.

Seeing that he was about to passively become the strongest in the team.

Ouyang Liu had to be brilliant and innovative in order to survive.

Thus, strong men were pulled into this cursed team one by one with various purposes.

The new book "Evolution, Starting from the Siberian Tiger" has been published

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[This story starts low and ends high, so bear with it in the early stages (@_@)] [All the worlds + immortality + slightly countering the system + no female protagonist! No! female! protagonist!] [There are women, but no female protagonist. The protagonist has no romantic thoughts. The male protagonist is a complete villain, devoid of true love. Those who say the sight of women disgusts them should cross out immediately.] The worlds are vast and boundless, with countless civilizations shimmering like stars: mechanical civilizations, strange civilizations, and cultivation civilizations. Each of the three thousand great ways has its own path. Chen Qing accidentally traveled through time, expecting a life of kicking immortal cultivators and embracing beautiful women. However, fate played a cruel trick on him. "What the hell is this place!" Chen Qing wailed in agony as he took in the surrounding scenery. He died of thirst twice in a row at the start, being called a disgrace to travelers by the system. After acquiring a certain miraculous skill, Chen Qing seemed to grasp the joy of being an evil god. "Why can't I kill this indescribable thing?" A certain villain felt the spiritual energy in his body being exhausted, listened to the noisy and crazy whispers in his ears, and fell into despair. [Again, this book has no heroine, no heroine!! The protagonist of this book is a little crazy! After chapter 48, it will become more and more powerful!!!] [The protagonist is not very smart in the first few chapters, but he will be fine after chapter 8. The first seven chapters are purely the product of his illness.]

In a wasteland where civilization has crumbled and order has rotted away, Luo Qiu—a lone remnant clinging to the edge of survival—rises from the filth and radioactive dust. He is not the chosen one, merely a survivor too stubborn to die.

Fate’s cruel gift drags him into the abyss known as the Void Realm—a dimension of madness, where unspeakable horrors twist reality and gnaw at the edges of sanity. His path is a blood-soaked, corpse-littered stairway to godhood, a brutal ascent through decay and despair.

This is the tale of a man who, by trampling gods, demons, and the mighty underfoot, dares to set decay aflame with the spark of free will—birthing something entirely new.

Sanity? Just my power bank.

Reset. Ragnarok.

A dark, unflinching epic, this story is like a slow-cooked broth or a fiery, lingering liquor—meant to be savored, one potent sip at a time.