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.

[Infinite Horror • No Heroine • Survival • Cold-Blooded Male Lead]

When humanity is suddenly thrown into a brutal survival game, Cheng Xu discovers something terrifying—

his name is listed among the game’s administrators.

By day, survivors scavenge for supplies, upgrade their shelters, and fight to grow stronger.

By night, nightmares descend: ghosts roam, disasters strike, and only fortified shelters offer a slim chance at life.

Competition is fierce. Corpses pile high. The throne is built from the bones of the fallen.

Trapped in this endless cycle of survival and slaughter, Cheng Xu evolves—

into an artist of carnage, painting with blood, composing poems in the language of death.

“Death... is the final reward for all survivors.”

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."

I traverse along the pathway of darkness and imagination…

Entering the realm born by human imaginations…

Challenging Harry Potter’s magic, commanding the great Pirates of the Caribbean.

Terminating the Terminator’s strength, tearing apart the Matrix’s Hallucination.

Virus is my slave.

Endurance my inheritance.

Growing and hunting in the boundless universe.

Breaking through boundaries in a mysterious space.

Desiring evil, conspiracy and betrayer. Who can redeem what was already lost?

In a battle of demons, who can leave an immortal legacy?

A declining Trump card, Final evolution!

I’m… on a journey!

We are one!

According to legend, deep in the ancient starry sky, there stood a red door stained by blood and fire. Legends and myths, darkness and light, endless legends all flow in this ancient portal. Looking down at the Star Gate, blood shines on the heaven and earth, and the darkness will eventually leave!