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!’

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.

A mist shrouds the world, a chaotic and eerie era.

In this world, human lives are as cheap as grass.

Yet, life can still be lived with grandeur and passion.

The so-called Rainy Night Killer, the psychiatrist for the insane, the god of the bizarre, the war king of humanity—

They are all just roles I, Lin Jue, have played.

"My name is Lin Jue. I am an actor. Everything in this world exists within my script."

I watched all this, just like I watched every star.

The barrier kept the outer gods out, and we could only watch the fight between the gods on earth.

But I am different, I am a high-dimensional observer; I looked at the creatures on earth, just like I watched every spring and autumn on this planet. It's just that...

The high-dimensional observer looked at the young man who was gradually awakening under the crimson moonlight, and slowly touched the civilization that was trembling under him.

In order to avoid being beaten to death by the awakened Heavenly Lord and God, the High-Dimensional Overlookers are ready to take part in this farce of fighting among the gods.

(ps1: original approach, the protagonist is a traveler from the real world (three-dimensional) and also an outer god wandering in the starry sky)

(ps2: a little human nature, but not much; the protagonist has a flexible moral bottom line and will buy ingots)

(ps3: I'm going to die without Secret 2)

Traveling to the wizarding world, Eli found that he was an Eternal.

Life is infinite, life is immortal.

“What? The talent is very poor, then I will meditate for ten years, centuries, and thousands of years, and I can always meet the promotion requirements.”

“This skill is hard? Oh, let me study it for decades to see if it’s really that hard?”

“Consuming life force, improving mental force, and this kind of good thing.”

“The enemy is here? Oh, let me find a place to hide for a thousand years, until his lifespan is exhausted and his mental power dissipates, and then I will come out again, free and endless void.”

…

This is the story of an immortal who lives in the wizarding world and then kills the endless world.

Su Qi suddenly discovered one day that he could see Easter eggs.

Not only can you get information, but you can also get hidden rewards through special actions.

While everyone was running away from the female ghost, Su Qi had already laid out a candlelight dinner and had a pleasant chat with her.

[Obtain a hat from her husband. After throwing it, it can automatically track the enemy and cause mental shock to the enemy]

When zombies swarmed the streets and everyone was still holding axes and kitchen knives, Su Qi was already cleaning the neighborhood with a stereo in his left hand and a heavy-fire machine gun in his right hand.

[In my BGM, no one can beat me]

This is the abyss, the source of collapse where worlds fall into fear and despair.

This is also a paradise, where countless people come and go, frantically pursuing the footsteps of the gods.

The mythical epics of the past have been written in magnificent ways.

Until Suki arrived.

He took out a mop, soaked it with the blood of the god he had just knocked unconscious, and wrote seven characters on this epic poem.

"The Paradise of the Abyss does not breed idlers."

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.

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.

Travel to a parallel America.

Zhao originally thought that he would embark on the path of becoming a film and television tycoon.

Until the system was repaired, the direction of the world began to become very different.

In the silent forest of Devil's River, Texas, the low growl of a werewolf was heard.

On the streets of New York, nameless wanderers roam, selling mysterious props.

The streets of London at night are filled with the sound of crisp bells.

…

Simply put, this is a story that started in America and has since spread to the whole world.

[Xuanhuan, Simulator, Plot-Driven, Ruthless MC]

Relying on the simulator, I discovered:

The dantian of righteous sect disciples hides man-eating insects.

After transmigrating, Su Ming bound a cultivation simulator.

He thought he had drawn the overpowered "Dragon-AoTian" script.

That is, until he succeeded in Foundation Establishment for the first time—

"Your consciousness fell into slumber.

You died! The end."

In the tenth simulation, the demonic cult's saintess suddenly grabbed me by the neck:

“Idiot! The blood patterns in your righteous sect's Foundation Establishment pills… are insect eggs!”

By the hundredth simulation, I finally saw:

The elders of the prestigious sects kneeling before the mother nest of sinister insects,

And the forbidden grounds of the demonic path suppressing an ancient monument used to slay these bugs.

When the entire cultivation world believed I had fallen into the demonic path—

I wielded a divine artifact obtained from the simulation

and split open the dantian of everyone, revealing the truth.