[Protagonist is a deranged villain | Not part of the Night Watch | Ignores the main storyline | Not a babysitter | Death loop & illusion | No female lead]

Ma Yanliang transmigrated into the year 2017, into the chaotic world of God-Slaying, and woke up in the Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital—deep within the heavily guarded Fasting Center.

Fortunately, he quickly discovered something terrifying: his mental power grew not through practice like others, but simply by sleeping.

What’s more, he inherited Su Mu’s [Illusion] and Fang Xiu’s [Infinite Replay], two god-tier abilities long thought impossible to obtain.

After escaping the Fasting Center, Ma Yanliang didn’t hesitate. He joined the Ancient God Church—not to follow, but to reshape it.

A year later, the church’s so-called Three Gods were no more. Only one name echoed throughout Daxia: Chi Yu.

“Lord Yi Yu, you’ve sat on this throne long enough. Step down.”

“Lord Yue Huai, I will carry your legacy—whether you like it or not.”

“Lord Qian Mo, sleep peacefully in the illusion I crafted just for you.”

Behind the scenes, Ma Yanliang’s influence spread like a plague. Even the mighty Night Watch found themselves unknowingly ensnared.

And when the gods finally descended upon Daxia, a man in a white suit stood calmly beneath the heavens. Brown glasses half-hid his deep, gleaming eyes. He stretched his arms slightly, and whispered:

“Today, the Ancient God Church shall teach the gods what it means… to be buried.”

Years later, as his boundless spiritual power consumed the world, illusions became reality, and fate itself was just another toy.

He was no longer a man. He was the only true god in this new world.

[Under One Person Fanfiction, villain, invincible, relaxed, no heroine]

"I have never done evil, yet the evildoers and villains of the world respect me as their leader." - Qin Shou

"When you discover that someone in this world is doing evil, but you can't find the murderer, then yes, the murderer must be him, the leader of Quan Xing, Qin Shou." - Nadutong Headquarters

Qin Shou traveled to a world under one person, and at a critical moment, he was bound to the scapegoat system...

[Strange revival + restraint system + decisive killing + human body transformation + no CP + world view]

Xie Du was reborn with a mysterious system. He chose a different behavior from his previous life and unexpectedly discovered the true side of the world:

Angels losing their minds; apostles merging with angels; and the filth that controls angels... Does heaven even exist? The truth of the world lies within the ranks of angels.

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.

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.

Riel, a polished and self-serving psychiatrist, accepts a heartfelt invitation from a game developer to enter Superrealism, a fully immersive neural simulation game.

In this class-stratified virtual world, where thought transmission, brainwashing rhetoric, self-hypnosis, and the binding power of oaths reign supreme, Riel awakens a unique class—the “Articulator”—and begins a journey of radical upheaval.

But the deeper he ventures, the stranger the world becomes. The more he uncovers, the greater his fear grows.

The Inner Society, Future Infinite Monopoly Corporation, Cognitive Restructuring, The Source Realm of Consciousness—unbeknownst to him, he is already entangled in a multidimensional war fought within the mind.

Between genes and memory, ideology and the continuity of life, the Ship of Theseus drifts steadily into uncharted waters—toward the ultimate truths of existence.

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.

No saints, no heroines, ruthless and ruthless, with a wicked heart that smokes smoke, he sweeps across the wilderness. Zuo Dao, carrying a system, travels through time and space as a snake, arriving in this world where the strong prey on the weak. To survive, he is accompanied only by endless loneliness and life and death. His life motto is to enjoy comfort for a while, to survive for a day.

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?"