In the misty world, the elegant nobleman in a tuxedo looks at the machinery with huge gears.

In the steam, the silver pocket watch on the chest rattled with the clockwork, attracting the attention of the crows.

On the surface, the mysterious fantasy world has faded, gears roaring with steam, and the ancient and mysterious “sequences” appear real as the pages of the book are turned.

With the running group system, Diago traveled to this mysterious world that combines steampunk and wizards.

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.

[Demon Power] + [Weird Western Fantasy] + [Demons in the Heart of Taoism] + [Micro-terror] + [No Female Lead]

Li Ke, as a magic monk, traveled to a fantasy world with knights, witches, vampires, werewolves and zombies.

This world is occupied by indescribable ancient gods, the church is corrupt and decadent, and the blood nobles are alienated and insane!

Fortunately, Li Ke possessed the magic treasure [Demon Monument], which enabled him to comprehend the myriad magic inheritances, plant the devil in his heart, and let the devil infect the world.

One by one, the top magical inheritances turned the church saints, evil witches, fallen vampires, barbarian heroes...all into demons!

Zombies tear living corpses apart with their bare hands, evil spirits ignore divine spells, filthy objects restrain holy light, and evil spirits taint everything...

When the True Demonic Field unfolds and ascends into the astral realm, that is when Ragnarok arrives.

[The Demon Summoning Sutra]: The White-Bone Bodhisattva, the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, the Overlord Demon General, the Twin Evil Spirits...stirring up the world.

[Secret Book of Yin Corpses]: Raise evil spirits and refine corpses, have bronze-armored corpses tear knights apart alive, when the drought demon appears, the land will be scorched for a thousand miles, and the gods will retreat.

[Jinmen Mingzha]: Paper butterflies lead to the underworld, paper figures perform funeral ceremonies, and yin-yang paper sedan chairs lead into the underworld.

【Illusion Tower Fist】: With a thought, a tower is built, and it is hard to distinguish between reality and illusion, playing with people's hearts in the palm of his hand.

[Soul-calling Banner]: Billions of souls shake the kingdom of God...

[Immortal Burial Formation]: Heavenly taboo, burying the gods...

PS: This book has no female protagonist, the strength of the characters increases steadily, it is not a fast-paced novel, and is more suitable for old bookworms.

"So you're saying that the world is going to end, so you want to steal a rocket?"

"That's really interesting. I've caught people who robbed gold shops, banks, and even trains, but I've never caught people who robbed rockets."

"What do you think? Even if you really managed to steal a rocket, would you be able to drive it?"

Lin Xu, who was sitting opposite the man, nodded slowly.

"Yes."

"Really, I've driven it countless times."

"Also, you guys really need to hurry up, I don't have time."

"No time?"

The man laughed.

"Are you busy?"

"Very busy."

Lin Xu nodded.

"I have to go destroy the next world."

[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?

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.

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.

Cultivate True Qi. Build the Foundation. Emerge as a Yin Spirit.

The Left-Hand Path is treacherous, one refines baleful energy, defiles the divine soul, and seeks fleeting freedom.

The path of the unorthodox is harsh, one must avoid earthfire, dodge astral winds, and survive to birth a Yang Spirit.

Now reborn, the Unorthodox Daoist returns.

In this life, I shall establish my own Dao lineage, forge my own Dao artifacts, and suppress all beneath Heaven.

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.