The Key of Light silently observes everything from behind the scenes, separating itself from its own past and manipulating its memories. One 'person' after another appears in the world, puppets of fate chasing each other, weaving together the final curtain. Are they human or god? Is it illusion or reality? The long river of fate is interconnected, and the narrator beyond dimensions has entered the dream.

A cryptic fanfiction featuring both vengeful spirits and demons. It begins on the eve of World War II, with President Ke already ascending to demigod status and the other members all mid-sequence Beyonders. The Tarot Club has become a powerful syndicate of traitors. To digest the "madman's" potion, the protagonist plots the kidnapping of Miss Audrey Hall, known as "Backlund's Diamond," thus beginning his interactions with the Tarot Club. Also known as "The Years I Slave the Tarot Club," "My Anecdotes with Tarot Club Members," and "The Devil's Self-Cultivation"... This is the author's third cryptic fanfiction. I'm also the author of "Secret: The New Black Emperor Arrives" and "Secret: I Married the Mysterious Queen," so feel free to dive in.

A man who died in an accident is brought to this fantastical and eerie steampunk world by the influence of an Outer God. He embarks on a journey to uncover the truth and secrets: "Darkness and isolation are humanity's protection; ignorance and delusion are the future of human survival. As exploration deepens and knowledge increases, humanity will gradually march towards extinction." Explore this world filled with darkness and danger, reveal the secrets hidden beneath the veil of history, and experience a world of imaginative mystery together.

When you look up at the stars, they stare back at you. When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you. Oh, my friend... The devil's bargains are all secretly marked with a price. He will tell you: This is fate's gift. [A mysterious, suhuan fanfiction featuring the protagonist's "Demon" path and the Outer God "Super Star Lord"'s gift. Does not join the Tarot Club. A happy ending.]

There is currently no female lead, the protagonist is not a saint, and there is no system. Miles, carrying the spark of ambition, transmigrates into a mysterious world, meets Klein, joins the Tarot Club, and lets his ambition shine in the mystery... What kind of legend will he create in this world? (The first few chapters have some minor issues; it is recommended to start reading from chapter ten onwards.)

(Lord of Mysteries fanfiction, no female lead, wrong path) "If you only had one day left to live, what would you do?" When the transmigrator opened his eyes and found a monocle embedded in his right eye, he realized something was wrong with this transmigration. He had become an Extraordinary through an "wrong" path, a Sequence Seven "Deciphering Scholar." But what did it mean that there was a countdown made of gray mist on his wrist? The moment the countdown reached zero, Nimrod suddenly understood what this countdown represented. Good news: The gray mist wool he obtained from the transmigration allowed him to exploit a bug to travel back and forth between Tingen in 1349 and Kordu in 1358. Bad news: Kordu. Now he had to tear up Ince Zangwill's script in 1349, scheme against Amon, and become a godfather of the occult garbage dump with the Celestial in 1358, searching for hope for survival in a hopeless future. Faced with the God of Deception in front and the devastating natural disaster behind, Nimrod's answer was: "...Hehe, I must survive!"...In the year 1368, at the end of July, Mr. "Mistake" announced: "Hello, fellow diviners. What I'm going to do next is change the Spirit Insect into a pink cat head."

"Two months..." He whispered to himself, his breath instantly shredded by the cold wind. He had been thrown into this familiar yet unfamiliar world a full sixty days later than his "kindred," Klein Moretti. It felt familiar because he had read the thick epic that depicted this world; it felt unfamiliar because when the words transformed into icy reality, and every breath carried the frantic whispers of Beyonder characteristics, the experience was completely different.

Yang Chen transmigrated into the world of Lord of Mysteries, and even more so, into the body of Welch, who died at the very beginning. Welch, rising from his grave, opened his eyes, only to find everything distorted before him… In the eastern district of Backlund, a dark knight lurked in the night: Bats terrified me, and I will make my enemies fear me just as much. Across the seas, rampant pirates laughed loudly: Those who wish to follow me must abandon their lives to follow me. On the battlefield of Fussack, a mad artist chanted softly: I bloom amidst slaughter, like a flower at dawn.

Would you like to see a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom?

In the kingdom of the goddess of night, eternal flowers bloom; she is a relic of antiquity.

"Because that is the earliest sprout of my humanity, that's why I choose you."

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"bug".

The syllables his father gave him when he named him.

Praise mistakes.

...But when his father named him this, did he really feel a sense of praise for "mistake"?

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Light is the meaning of everything.

So life, ah, is bitter as a song.

"Go and push open that door."

"Welcome to the place promised by God..."

"A World of Light".

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"I did not betray Silver City!"

The Hanged Man signifies sacrifice.

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"As long as you open the door for me when the time comes."

"Don't save me! Don't save me!"

The door opened, and the wrong person stood in front of it.

The former King of Angels retreated back into darkness without even seeing the day.

"……good."

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The emperor's eldest daughter could recreate the fairy tale, but when the fairy tale actually came true, she saw someone sitting on a high throne.

"Seal me."

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"A happy ending would be for all the bad guys to die. Including you... and me too."

The witch smiled and wrote the ending of the story with ink stained with filthy darkness.

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The ball has begun.

A man with a slightly receding hairline danced the opening dance with a psychic wearing glamorous makeup.

Old friends reunited and raised their glasses in celebration.

"There is no madness here."

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"justice."

"I choose justice."

This is what Backlund's most dazzling gem says.

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"He is the Lord's wrath."

Waiting for the day when the war will be over