[Cthulhu Style + Anomaly Containment + Superpowers + Mystery + Eldritch]

Over three hundred years ago, humanity received a "Gilded Aluminum Plate" from a higher-dimensional world known as the Pioneer Plate.

Based on the hieroglyphic script upon it, humans provisionally translated its title as — Shēn Xuān Lù (訷諻籙).

At the same time—

The world underwent dimensional elevation. Humanity began to evolve.

They deciphered from the Shēn Xuān Lù the records of mysterious beings from even higher dimensions.

And came to realize…

The invasion from the higher dimensions had already begun long before the plate arrived.

The eldritch descends. High-dimension invades.

Logic disintegrates. Civilization stalls.

A group of dimensionally elevated individuals with special abilities press forward in the dusk—before the sun falls completely.

Mere beasts vast enough to drink rivers and swallow seas?

Mere mountains of flesh with a hundred oozing black-blooded eyes?

Mere apocalyptic zombie tides blotting out the sky?

Mere bizarre, chaotic, incomprehensible oddities?

All these fears... do they truly arise just from insufficient firepower?

Glimpses from the corners of your vision.

Terror swimming through your sea of consciousness.

Eldritch entities lurking within your dreams.

Divine names whispered from unknown mouths.

Can the bullets in your gun... strike the monster inside your mind?

[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.

When Gao Fan tried to paint the “God” with a brush.

madness descends.

? Gushing from the bottom of the sea, rising from the ground, descending from the sky… From the beginning and end of the sequence to the sentient beings with despair.

[No System] [No Harem] [Single Female Lead]

Chen Yuan had transmigrated. He crossed over into the role of a villainous cannon-fodder family head in a fantasy wish-fulfillment novel. Yes, exactly that type of endlessly self-destructive antagonist. When a female member of the family fell in love with the protagonist, he would scheme relentlessly to obstruct it. Whenever the protagonist encountered heavenly treasures or earthly wonders in a secret realm, he would devise ways to seize them—yet never act personally, only dispatching family disciples to serve as "experience fodder" for the male lead.

Now, the heaven-blessed genius girl his family had painstakingly nurtured for years was preparing to sever all ties with the clan and elope with the protagonist.

"Family Head, our love is true. I implore you to grant us your blessing! If you refuse, I, Shen Xiao’er, vow to leave the Shen family forever and cut all bonds with it!"

Chen Yuan remained impassive. After a prolonged silence, he finally spoke, his voice deliberate.

"Since that is your choice... you will return the family’s Spirit Pupils. Guards—gouge them out."

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.

[No system, no wish-fulfillment elements, no harem, no saintly figures; brain-teasing, intellectually challenging, locked-room mystery, and deduction.]

Chen Ran was a good person; he went to hell.

This is the Hell of Tongue-Pulling, where lying is forbidden, so everyone lies.

Due to differing philosophies on deception, two major alliances emerged.

The Liar Killers Alliance: Instant kill if you lie.

The Liars: Turning Lies into Truth.

A beginner's tutorial with a near 100% death rate, an insane matchmaking system, a bizarre feast, a war between two alliances, a hellish escape, where evil people who come to hell will use various means to deceive each other into lying.

Chen Ran had many speculations about hell.

Virtual world?

A world of gods?

The spiritual world?

As he eliminates one answer after another, the mystery of hell is gradually being unveiled...

A struggling writer, while starting a new book, gets s**ked into a bizarre computer and is transported to a series of strange and fantastical worlds.

In these worlds, he must play the role of protagonists from his own novels… His experiences, thoughts, and everything about him are written into novels and published.

With a sigh and tears streaming down his face, he laments, ‘If I could choose, I’d rather be a CEO!’