Midnight sacrifice, disaster strikes.

Chen Mo accidentally traveled to a disaster world without sun, moon and stars, and started a new life in the mysterious advertisement of "Data creates value, Tianhua Quantum Technology". From the painful self-immolation of biochemically modified people in the evil laboratory of the Hive, to the wailing of the war in the castle of the misty insect sea, from the despair of the ancient monks of Guixu to the peeping of monsters that reincarnate once a thousand years day and night...

When the terrifying demons who tore through the cracks of time and space were torn apart by antimatter weapons, and when the civilization born in the tiny dust launched an ecological mass extinction, it was discovered that the so-called magnificent wars in each corner were nothing more than epitaphs on the road of self-destruction of the later rising insects.

Lately, rumors have been circulating that I, Chen Xingzhi, am the same person as those reincarnators who terrorize newcomers—like the Daoist Xuanjun who spreads the Seven Secret Chapters of the Mysterious Lord, the sinister martial artist claiming to be the 18th-generation heir of Cthulhu-style Xingyi Boxing, or the Whisper of the Void, known for tricking others into signing dark pacts with eldritch gods.

Allow me to clarify: these are nothing but baseless slanders. As one of the first-generation reincarnators, I can assure you—we would never harm newcomers. If you’re new here and facing any challenges, you’re more than welcome to seek our help.

We’re more than happy to offer you warm and comprehensive starter support, including (but not limited to): instruction in Lovecraftian spellcraft, full-body cybernetic modification, and pact-forming with the Five Deities of the Virtual Realm—all to ensure your steady development on this path.

And let me emphasize once again: I, Chen Xingzhi, have absolutely not been experimenting on newcomers. I’ve merely helped them… shift genres a little.

[Absolutely selfish][Slow pace][Crazy][Dark][Sinister][No routine]

"You kill innocent people indiscriminately. Is it for cultivation or for fun?"

Wuyun said, "I just like this idiom."

"Those friends who are sincere to you, what do you think of them?"

Wuyun smiled and said, "I want to take out their hearts to see if they are real."

When a crazy monk with mental problems encounters the world of immortal cultivation where people are treacherous.

Those who are insidious and cunning live longer.

Still, the crazy ones live longer.

This is a world of strange tales and twisted legends—

where rituals and music have crumbled, and gods and ghosts roam freely.

In this land, the unnatural is natural.

There are bizarre cultivators and vengeful spirits,

green corpse demons, mushroom folk, grass-horse beasts,

and even righteous gods twisted by evil.

The path of cultivation here is anything but pure.

One may choose the art of corpse transformation,

or delve into ancient Qigong,

brew lead and mercury elixirs,

summon wandering spirits,

or command paper figurines riding armored horses.

Into this crooked world stumbles Lu Qian,

a man who wields a mysterious golden mirror that deepens his mastery of all things.

With each glance into the mirror, his understanding sharpens—

and his path strays ever deeper into darkness.

Half Taoist priest, half madman.

Both righteous and wicked.

A true cultivator seeking immortality at any cost.

It all begins with a journey.

Consciousness, existence...

a gaze beyond dimensions, the redemption of the heart and truth.

Step into another world,

where...

a feast of terror is taking place!

[Fantasy+Cthulhu+Wasteland+Steampunk+Dihua Flow+Group Portrait+Behind the Scenes]

In the alternation of wasteland and mystery, nightmares are whispering. Under the blending of dawn and fantasy, fate is calling again.

In the year 527 of the New Era, I woke up in the dome and the mist-shrouded Socra!

Wasteland, machinery, giant ships, magic dragons, alien beasts, the surviving people of the New Yuan Dynasty crawled and screamed; magic, unintentional people, the lost, the floating divine realm, the crazy humble monsters screamed for their lives.

The Paradise of the Fourth Age emerged, and I saw the holy scepter representing darkness and sin.

Summoned by the bloody night of the sequential gods, I use my red eyes to dig out the truth of the world.

The gods of the wasteland send blessings.

The long night in the wilderness welcomes the dawn.

This is a game of thrones in the wasteland!

(No system, purely original world view, focusing on exploration and adventure. The first volume "Echo" focuses on the world view construction such as power system, myths and legends, historical background, etc., and has been completed. The second volume "Calling" focuses on adventure, combat and revelation, and has been officially Start serializing!)

They use rules to reshape logic and use reason to describe things beyond reason.

This is a weird and bizarre game that is also a continuation of the real world.

Until normal becomes abnormal and abnormal becomes normal.