A star shot through the sky, it also shot through the tranquility of the world.

Supernatural powers descended upon Earth. Who watches in the dark? Who mutters in my ear?

When my growl shatters the sky, when my power tramples the abyss, when I govern all that is living and dead… they shall call me– God.

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.

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.

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.

[Coffin Keeper + Pet Coffin Spirit + System + Supernatural Power + Cool Writing + Decisive Killing]

Ye Mo traveled to a parallel world that merged with countless terrifying cemetery secrets.

Here, evil monsters such as demons, monsters, undead, ghosts, zombies, and ferocious beasts are rampant.

After humans awaken their talents, they can contract monsters in coffins to fight, and are called coffin keepers.

However, when Ye Mo awakened his talent as a corpse servant at the beginning, he could only contract the most recognized weakest and most flawed race, the corpse clan!

Until he obtained the strongest corpse-raising system, everything changed...

Ye Mo: "The devil is the strongest? The corpse clan is the weakest?"

Ye Mo: "Let's fight!"

"Zombie [Tyrant T002] evolves into [Blade Tyrant], the ultimate evolution route is [God Terminator]"

"Zombie [Flying Zombie Girl] evolves into [Unbreakable Bones], the ultimate evolution route is [Heavenly Zombie Emperor Daughter]"

"Zombie [Zombie Matrix] evolves into [White-haired Zombie King], the ultimate evolution route is [Immortal Zombie Demon]"

"Zombie [Mutated Nurse Zombie] Evolved [Bloody Queen]"

[Millennium Corpse King], eventually evolved into [Zombie True Ancestor],

[Undead Corpse General], eventually evolves into [Zombie True Ancestor]

[Corpse Dragon], eventually evolves into [Starry Sky Dead Dragon]...

[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.]

Tags: Horror Aesthetics, Anti Hero (Loyal to his bottom line), Urban Supernatural, Strong from the Start

Dismemberment by a haunted doll with a chainsaw.

A red-clothed ghost taking lives at the airport.

A ten-mile street crawling with spirits.

The dead rising inside a crematorium.

Corpses running amok in an abandoned hospital...

These aren’t my experiences — they’re the stories I’ve written.

My name is Yang Ning, heir to the Spirit Gate and a professional Spirit Descender. I deal in spirit-linked dolls — the kind that can actually manifest ghosts.

Now, wrapped in malevolent spirits and followed by over a hundred red-clothed ghosts, I’ve returned from Hell to the world of the living...

To bring this world a grand and terrifying feast.