Wang Ren, an orphan with no money, no house and no food, accidentally obtains the Doomsday System. With the outbreak of the biochemical crisis, he relies on the Doomsday System to step up step by step, build an immortal dynasty of survivors, fight zombies, and kill mutant creatures. When Wang Ren takes back the lost land of all mankind, he finds out that this is a conspiracy, a conspiracy of aliens to invade the earth. Should he compromise or fight back?

[Rules of the Strange + No Female Lead + Live Stream] The bizarre has descended, and strange tales abound! Countless nations must send representatives to enter the game of Rules of the Strange to compete for victory. Lin Yuan, an unlucky soul who was chosen to enter the strange tale less than ten minutes after transmigrating, happens to encounter an S-rank strange tale instance! Just when all the people of China were disappointed and ready to wait for death— Inside the strange tale— Lin Yuan looked at the familiar Green Green Grassland, looked at the familiar Sheep Village, looked at the familiar... Lazy Sheep in the mirror?! Isn't this the plot of Happy Sheep and Big Big Wolf?! I'm indeed no good at dealing with the Rules of the Strange, but... playing Lazy Sheep is a piece of cake for me?! [Rule 1: Attend classes on time and study hard] [Rule 2: Absolutely obey all the village chief's demands!] While the chosen ones from other countries trembled with fear in the bizarre sheep village, struggling to survive within its twisted rules—Lin Yuan was lounging on the grass, sunbathing: "Class? No way, I'll just say I have a stomachache." Facing the village chief's impassioned speech, he mumbled, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth: "Absolute obedience? Let me wake up first." Seeing this— Countless chosen ones and spectators were dumbfounded! Wait, what gives him the right?! Why is it that we follow the rules and get killed by the bizarre creatures, while Lin Yuan has become brothers with them, turning this strange tale of rules into a resort?! To this, Lin Yuan sneered— "I, the mighty King of Laziness, what's wrong with being a little lazy? If I weren't lazy, would I still be the King of Laziness?!"

Ghosts and monsters roam freely, powerful clans and demons wreak havoc, and panic reigns. Strange local chronicles from across the Central Plains, terrifying rumors swirling throughout the city, and chilling nursery rhymes circulating widely. ### Yes/No—Disassemble [Three Character Classic] Successfully disassembled, obtained 'General Character Recognition' Yes/No—Disassemble [Zhu Yong] Successfully disassembled, obtained Clothing x1, Weapon Fragment x10, Accessory Fragment x20, 'Fiery Palm' ### Yes/No—Strengthen [Fiery Palm] Fiery Palm +1, Fiery Palm +2, Fiery Palm +3… Fiery Palm +10… [Fiery Palm] (Great Perfection): Hand fire resistance +30… Although this world teeming with ghosts and monsters is dangerous, fortunately he has a super support device…

I'm dying.

With three months and five days to go, I boarded a cruise ship.

My destination was a small island that wasn't even marked on a map.

As for why I know my death date so clearly, it's not because I can decide life and death on my own, but because three months from now is my 25th birthday.

In our small fishing village, none of the men live past twenty-five!

My name is Li Jinhuan, and this story begins twelve years ago.

Li Lin was forcibly conscripted by the Emperor, a golden dump truck transporting him to the Siege of Terra in the 30K era, where he became a loyal mortal auxiliary soldier. At the brink of death, he awakened the [Undead War God] template. He initially thought his understanding of Warhammer would be enough to survive easily. However, this world was far more complex than he imagined. This wasn't canon, but an IF scenario, a unique pseudo-history… the Great Rebellion of Sanguielles! Li Lin: Since things have come to this, let's start killing! The future of the Empire, the fate of humanity, the safety of the galaxy—all these grand narratives are irrelevant to Li Lin. All he can do is rely on his chainsaw axe and shotgun to carve a path to survival in this cesspool of a world. His first small goal: kick the Blood God off his bronze throne! Li Lin: After all, I am!! ...

There is a kind of people who retreat into seclusion during prosperous times and emerge in troubled times. They are proficient in feng shui, and practice yin and yang. They hold the Yin Messenger Order in hand, and hang the Soul-Slaying Knife on their waist. They exterminate evil spirits, save wronged souls, open the Yin Gate, and send them to the afterlife...

"You have committed countless evil deeds and have lost all conscience. I sentence you to death at three o'clock in the morning and to extinction of your soul at five o'clock. You will not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation or attain rebirth."

"You have accumulated virtue and done good deeds, and you will die of old age. I will send you to reincarnation, blessing your descendants for generations to come. Your blessings will wane after three generations, and will be exhausted after four generations."

I can predict life and death with certainty, I can determine the universe with the law of Taoism, and I can predict what will happen after death. Please ask the ghost master.

I am a ghost who walks in the underworld, and I am also a ghost messenger for the living!

The underworld is arresting the soul, keep away from the living...

My name was Yuan Junyao, a name my grandmother gave me, meaning “beautiful jade”, although I was not beautiful at all. Actually I was ugly.

I was told that I grew tumours on my face since I wasn’t even 3 months old. My parents had me examined in hospital and the doctor said it was a fibroma and it was benign. It couldn’t kill me but I couldn’t get rid of it because if I did, it may develop to be fatal. My father divorced my mother for this, and not long after, my mother died.

To make a living, I had to do three jobs.

One day I messed with the wrong people and they had my younger brother have a car accident and become a vegetable, and I also lost all my jobs because of it.

I tried to find a new job and happened to know about live streaming. I clicked on it and a man was live streaming in an old ghost-haunted house. The ambience was terrifying.

I followed him online and he didn’t see a real ghost even by the end of the stream. But the ambience was so real it spooked the audience. So he had many watchers who sent him lots of gifts while they watched. I was a little inspired by the idea. Nobody wanted to see the face of the host of a ghost live streaming, which suited me very well…

[Not a gender-swap story + no male lead + slight yuri + not a wish-fulfillment story]

Elegant, gorgeous, cute, kind-hearted, and powerful.

These are all true portrayals of "magical girls".

They awaken their abilities for the sake of "love and peace" and fight against demons and monsters from another world.

But there is one exception: she randomly helps innocent people attacked by monsters, and she is only interested in the birth of life.

A magical girl who uses insects!

Growth flow + brain-refreshing + non-toxic +? Female protagonist

Li Qi, who had just been kicked out of the American Tomato Mental Hospital.

Saw the monster in the dead end.

I saw a mischievous little devil jumping up and down, talking dirty and even trying to polish people's shoes.

I even encountered the American version, Mr. Zombie, who was full of American aggregation.

There is also the Putian system's high-end imitation of the Sumerian civilization revival.

There was even Leon who came to America to attend a patient exchange meeting.

Li Qi: "The God I believe in will find a way to protect me. Even if there is no way, I will find a way for him to protect me. This is God's responsibility, isn't it?"

Who is holding the piece?

Is this a dream...

Falin opened his eyes. This was like a dream, but not a dream. He could not feel the collision or the temperature. This place was very mysterious.

A firefly, a sofa, a fireplace, a small room, a red carpet, a spirit, a door...

Farin left the sofa. He had never been to this place before. Where was this? Occasionally, there was a clicking sound outside the door, not like footsteps, but more like pieces falling on a chessboard.

Falin looked at the decoration of the room. It was small and dark, but warm. The stove contributed a flickering light to the room. Not far from the sofa was a dark red desk and an old wooden chair. There was a small window, and the moonlight was faintly shining through the window.

At some point, the sound of chess pieces dropping outside stopped, and Farin nervously glanced at the door. After a moment, there was indeed no sound outside. Farin shifted his gaze elsewhere. The fireflies seemed to have frozen, suspended in the air, and the occasional flicker of fire in the stove had also stopped... It was as if time had stood still...

Only Farin was able to move. Farin pushed open the door and saw a large hall outside. In the center of the hall was a long table... There were many mist-like figures sitting beside the table.

He looked around and saw many doors on the wall. But he gradually realized something was wrong. The wall couldn't hold so many doors, yet there were so many doors. Blood was flowing from under some of the doors, and some were broken. Falin saw a sofa inside, and a woman was lying on the sofa. Her throat was cut, and she was lying there quietly. Behind each door was the same...