[Dark story][Slow-burn story][No heroine][No system][Decisive killing][Dark-bellied Old Six][Flexible][Fantasy magical powers]

A jade coin of good and evil, to judge good and evil, and to borrow supernatural powers.

A world where all cultivators in the world rely on mortals for nourishment.

Xiang Qian traveled here, forcibly took over another body and was reborn. He secretly rejoiced at the news that the original owner's mother had died...

"Mortals support the monks, the monks support the heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth nurture all things. This is the order of the world, so how can it be called cruel?"

"What is the heart barrier? The righteous path indulges in passions, relieving the regrets in one's heart, and considering it righteousness. The evil path indulges in lust, satisfying one's greed, and considering it selfish desire. Either way, it's the same thing."

"Memories will be obscured, but they will never disappear. It is precisely because these memories are engraved on our souls that we are worthy of being called human! We are not like monsters, who, even if they have cultivated human form, are still just beasts that obey animal instincts."

The whispers of the old gods enveloped the entire continent, potions flowed quietly in dark alleys, and the shadow of a dragon passed over the steam-filled city dome. A stranger was reborn as the most humble being in this world—a gray mouse. However, he started from the dark sewers, step by step farming, infrastructure construction, alliances with foreign races, and deciphering lost runes. The roar of steam resonated with the whispers of magic, the gears turned, and the dragon flapped its wings. He transformed into the "Sherlock Holmes" detective who had never appeared before, weaving an underground network that spanned races and classes, vowing to break the oppression of theocracy and use the power of machinery, magic, and faith to create a new era of civilization for all intelligent creatures, sharing, and co-governance. ——When he first stepped into this world, Lu Ran had only one self-deprecating sentence: "I, Mouse, am going to die this time..."

In the blizzard-ravaged northern reaches of the Empire, the Lord's Mansion of Theros Patterston stands tall upon the icy plains. Rebellion, poverty, endless blizzards, and the impending tide of beasts await. Just as the future seemed bleak, the cheat code for the Lord System activated. The Lord's Intelligence Panel granted him the ability to exploit information gaps and foresight; the Lord's Data Panel allowed him to clearly visualize his own progress; and the Lord's Summoning Panel allowed him to summon players, granting them the power of the fourth Scourge—the player army—a fearless force capable of infinite resurrection and possessing astonishing creative and destructive power! ... "Your waves of beasts are endless, while my players cost 30 energy points each and have built-in resurrection." While the Imperial family that exiled him continued to vie for power, Theros's cavalry and the player army had already crushed...

[No heroine's love line][No realm system][Villain protagonist][Occasionally recite poetry]

"So what if I'm dead? Isn't it the same as using your own corpse to revive the soul?"

The living have to know how to calculate, and the dead have to follow the rules - Li Huo happened to have all of them.

Everyone who met him, whether human or ghost, said he was evil, but little did they know that this was the way for the dead to seek life.

"Want to become an immortal? First you have to learn how to fool people!"

Little did they know that becoming an immortal did not necessarily mean one would be invincible...

Eerie and ferocious ghosts and evil spirits, twisted and bizarre people and their supernatural powers.

No matter good or evil, right or wrong, it is just a matter of thought. It is all about doing what one wants and pursuing immortality.

【The Fourth Disaster】【Travel Through】【System Flow】【Apocalypse】【Online Game】【No Female Lead】【Farming】【Fantasy】

Fu Sheng traveled to another world and got a golden finger. He thought he could finally summon a dragon and reach the pinnacle of his life.

But when I opened it, I found that all the summoned creatures were weird creatures who called themselves "players" and were bargaining for "game experience" all day long.

Orcs? Just a bigger toy, with a lot of experience.

Dwarf? Qualified cattle and horses (for making armor and weapons).

Elves? It would be nice to grow some flowers and plants.

Sea people? Sprinkle some cumin.

Demons? Their skeletons are vulnerable!

Humans? A perfect race, a t0 existence.

You said the human race is the weakest, and you said I was smuggling something?

Until the day of the gods' arrival, when the alien army was approaching and the human race was in despair, Fu Sheng smiled softly, and behind him, players drove Gundams and sang out-of-tune war songs and rushed towards them:

"For the daily quest rewards—go for it!"

"For contribution points!"

"To speed up the plot! Damn GM, please update the version!"

——

A hundred years later, when children curl up in the arms of the older generation, they listen to their stories from hundreds of years ago.

The sea clan's gate can summon huge waves and call wind and rain!

The elves' door can communicate with all things and bring dead trees back to life!

The demon gate can summon monsters from hell, the Burning Legion!

The gate of our human race? That's a legend...