[Flesh + Bones + Doomsday Disaster + Lovecraftian Survival + Civilization Graveyard]
When the mist descended and aberrant horrors howled outside the windows, all players cowered in crumbling shelters, trembling. But Bai Yi found himself teleported right onto the face of the deity "Endless Flesh," witnessing the terrifying feast of the flesh planet being devoured by something even more monstrous—the splattered fragments of flesh and bone that rained down became his only beginner's gift.
Some used mystical seeds to upgrade their shelters, striving to cultivate a World Tree. Others fused theirs with eldritch idols, attempting to establish a Great Cult. And some utilized remnants of lost technology to fortify their shelters, hoping to resist the calamity with science.
Bai Yi, however, fused his shelter with endlessly proliferating flesh and bone.
On the day of its evolution, newly formed bone plates structured themselves into a honeycomb-like support system within the fleshy walls, their surfaces covered in a translucent membrane that revealed the pulsating network of veins beneath. The ceiling sprouted rib-like skeletal rings, while the floor was overgrown with writhing flesh, from which occasional tentacles slithered out.
"Can this... really still be called a shelter?"
Staring at the fully transformed, flesh-and-bone abomination of a refuge, Bai Yi gulped.
[Note: The protagonist's strength remains within the top tier, not overwhelmingly beyond others. This is not a lighthearted story.]
A survival game with beautiful women as gifts?
Ji An was about to die, but was accidentally involved in a survival game. Fortunately, he awakened his SSS-level talent - plunder.
[Kill the Mist Giant Lizard, plunder successfully, strength +1. ]
[Kill the second-level giant zombie, plunder successfully, and obtain the E-level talent - strong. ]
[Kill the guard of the secret room, plunder successfully, and obtain a master key. ]
[Kill the Winter Spirit, plunder successfully, gain extreme cold resistance 100, divinity +1. ]
……
Mist, wasteland, secret room, winter, cave...
It’s been a bumpy road!
When Ji An looked back, he realized that he was only one step away from becoming a god!
Lan Nuo thought he was just an ordinary time traveler until he found out that he had traveled through time and space in ten thousand different places. Then, the style of the world began to change.
In a fight, ten thousand people attack together.
In cultivation, ten thousand people teach one person.
In learning, everyone specializes in one subject, and I am a civilization!
One person cannot be a master, but with ten thousand Lan Nuo heads, there are people who are proficient in all three hundred and sixty trades!
Unity is strength! Who else is more trustworthy than yourself!
In the Resident Evil, Lan Nuo and his friends built an impregnable doomsday fortress.
In the martial arts world, the roar of boiling steel and steam tells adults that times have changed!
In the Douluo Continent, industrialized machine guns and cannons have turned soul masters into the tears of the times.
In the main god space, Lan Nuo, wearing top-level armor and borrowing the power of tens of thousands of people, roams the battlefield. Even if the main god creates a replica, he is still as close to the original body as gold!
In the Marvel Universe, the prehistoric world, each Lan Nuo is like a dragon, opening a new era of his own!
"I want to build a ninja village of my own!"
"I want to form my own pirate group!"
"I want to set up a magic school!"
The passionate discussion about the future of the few people in the corner did not affect Liu Haodong. He was now wondering, "Warhammer 40K? What kind of world is this? The identity of people like us is still 'tithe tax', taking people as taxes?"
The organization that receives these taxes from them is called "World Eaters".
Using people as taxes, what kind of world is this?
Fortunately, the reincarnation players in the same industry are all young people with ideals and ambitions.
They believe that as long as everyone works together, they will definitely have a bright future in the world of Warhammer 40K.
The few people in the corner agreed that "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget each other."
With the hope for a better future, they walked into the arena of the World Eaters...
[Invincible + Family + Cool Story + No Female Lead + Decisive Killing]
Fan Yun traveled through the fantasy world, became the head of the Fan family, and obtained the Eternal Family System.
As long as you invest in your tribe, you can get critical rebates.
And his own strength is equal to the sum of his entire clan.
[Invest in the Five Elements Spiritual Roots and Obtain the World Tree]
[Invest in Enlightenment Tea and obtain the innate holy body and Taoist fetus]
…………
I'm Owen Shaw, a retired British Special Forces soldier. With a racing system, he can collect all kinds of experts to join his own racing team. Save the world.
World view, Fast and Furious series + Mission Impossible series and other European and American film and television works.
The current members of the speeding team are: leader: Owen Shaw, observer: Giselle, technician: Ramsey, attacker: Ethan Hunt, logistics staff: Anonymous...
There is a strange card shop on the corner of a downtown street. Cards with special powers are made by this card shop.
Creature cards, magic cards, ritual cards, venue cards, temporary cards...
There, mysterious magic, exquisite equipment, terrifying creatures, and even ancient heritage, everything appears in the form of cards.
Undead, wild beasts, dragons, ancient lizards...
There, the power of creatures of all races is gathered in the cards.
It is said that only excellent players are eligible to be invited by the owner to enter the second floor.
Similarly, only powerful believers can truly have the power to control cards.
"Welcome to my card shop, I am the owner Fang Tian."
What should I do if I traveled to Konoha alone?
Inside, there are Sarutobi Hiruzen and Shimura Danzo, who are like thorns in my side.
Outside, there are Uchiha Madara, Black Zetsu, and the Otsutsuki clan, who are eyeing me covetously.
Wait, how come I am not the only protagonist?
How come there are four of them?
I traveled to Konoha,
not playing in a five-man team.
[Mystery] + [Magic Potion] + [Race] + [Civilization]
A hundred years later, I am a hero, my experience becomes a story, and the people praise me.
A thousand years later, I am a legend, my story becomes an epic, and I pass it down from generation to generation.
Ten thousand years later, I am a belief, my epic becomes a myth, and the incense never stops.
ps. Another name for this book: Above the Gray Mist
ps. The background is the development of the human race, and it is more like a personal epic, not a farming article.
ps. It is not a completely mysterious flow, and as it develops, it will involve some science fiction.
The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket.
If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death.
No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way.
Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain.
Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh.
As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him.
That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped.
“What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.”
—
He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds.
Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.