"After countless hours of deduction, we've finally found the only one who can save the world!" "Great! Where is he now?" "Manchester, running a trading company." "That world-renowned pioneering city? No wonder, he must be working tirelessly for the fate of humanity!" "No... his main business is fleecing various powerful forces, and incidentally, recruiting their elite talent as employees, then fleecing even more." "Huh?"... This is the Victorian era, a time of unprecedented prosperity for steam civilization. Difference engines transmit divine whispers, heraldic magic and mobile armor intertwine across this land. The Holy Flame Church, the Mystic Society, the Clock Tower, the Golden Dawn, the End-Man Association... various powerful forces engage in open and covert struggles, vying for the lost legacy of the divine age. Rean arrives in Manchester, to uncover his brother's...

Main Character: Liu Feng Synopsis: "Brother, I'm going to do an outdoor live stream with my best friend! Don't send me a hundred treasure maps this time, I'm going to rely on my own skills, I don't need any ranking or tips." At night, in a villa in Tianhai City, the girl put down her chopsticks and said earnestly to Liu Feng. It seems she's really interested in this "job" of live streaming...

"You mean, the world is about to be destroyed, and you've been chosen as a Wallfacer to save humanity, strange events are happening around you, you can live forever, and you can control all the world's wealth?" In the police station's reporting hall, the officer on duty asked with a half-smile after listening to Han Ming's account. "Yes." "Wallfacer, Wallbreaker...that sounds like something out of the science fiction novel *The Three-Body Problem*. Are you sure you're not just imagining things?" "No." "May I ask about your mental state?" "Everything's normal." "Then could you describe in detail how you were chosen as a Wallfacer and what strange things you've encountered?" "For example..." Han Ming looked up at the dark gun barrel between his brows and the policeman's eerie smile, and said helplessly, "You..."

"Don't go out after dark. There have been a lot of fake people showing up in the city lately," my brother—the infamous Rainy Night Butcher—warned with a serious expression.

"Your brother's right," Mom—the Original Fake Person—nodded with concern.

"Bro, can you pick me up after school? I’m a little scared." My little sister blinked at him. But in truth, she was an A-Rank Hero from the Hero Association.

"Your brother’s just recovered from a serious illness. Let him rest at home, I’ll go get you." My older sister, the Captain of the Night Watch from the Special Operations Bureau, took on the task.

Qiao Qingshan, who knew all his family’s identities, said nothing—he just kept fiddling with his phone.

And so, my peaceful daily life began...

"Due to the recent outbreak of fake person incidents, we interrupt this program to bring you an emergency notice from the Special Operations Bureau."

1. Fake people often take over the bodies of those who’ve just recovered from serious illnesses by using a technique called 'soul possession.' If someone who has just recovered begins acting strangely, pay close attention.

2. There are no such things as 'transmigrators' in this world. Anyone claiming to be a 'transmigrator' can be immediately classified as a fake person.

3. Fake people who claim to be 'transmigrators' are considered extremely dangerous. Do not trust any information they provide, including but not limited to emotional expressions, identity claims, or cries for help.

Faced with the suspicious looks from his family, Qiao Qingshan could only sigh.

Alright then... so much for my peaceful daily life.

When the unpredictable Old Ones awakened, bringing their black mist and crimson moon, the world plunged into an eternal night of decadence. Less than 10% of humanity remained, huddled in the steam-belching Brass City. They exploited the Destiny Dimension to enter horrific dungeons and acquire extraordinary powers, yet they lingered on, on the brink of extinction. Then, the writer stepped forward. "Only the Old Ones can defeat the Old Ones!" Li En, a pink, oval-shaped cell cluster, consulted his diary, his two tiny tentacles alternating in front as he pondered deeply. "So, this is why I was summoned here?"

[Creation + Weird + Player + Multidimensional + SCP + Backroom + Cthulhu]

At first, everyone thought it was just a highly realistic game, until the blood moon rose in San Francisco that day, and humanity recalled the fear of being ruled by a strange force...

The protagonist Lin Hui is the will of the world. He creates weirdness to terrify life, thereby gaining the fright value to create more weirdness, and begins to continuously strengthen his divinity, from the original God of Fun to becoming the unspeakable Azathoth.

During this period, he created the game "Age of Ashes", from being scared at first to being the one to scare others after the emergence of "I am the weird", which opened the fourth disaster of the weird flow.

Covering self-created weirdness, SCP, back room, Eastern and Western horror stories, Cthulhu mythology and other content

This is my first time writing a novel, so it's not very long. Please point out any mistakes, and remember to leave a comment after reading it!

"Kid the Phantom Thief, known as the Gentleman Thief, the Magician of the Moonlight, the Man of Miracles… yet no one knows his true face. His name, age, height, even gender are a mystery. He is the most enigmatic figure in the world." — Gotham Gazette "Gotham, Metropolis, Star City, Central City, Seaside City… Kid the Phantom Thief's footprints are all over the world. Almost every well-known superhero has tried to capture him, but none have succeeded, not a single one!" — Daily Planet "I used to think Kid the Phantom Thief was just a simple thief, but I was wrong. His abilities are complex and unpredictable. His motives remain unknown. He may not be a bad person, but his unpredictability could have very dangerous consequences." — Batman "I admire him, but…"

[Highway Survival + Upgrading Supplies + Ruthless + Sequence + Bizarre]

The apocalypse has arrived, natural disasters are frequent, eerie paths have appeared, and the former prosperity has turned to dust.

The Bizarre cannot be killed; only the Sequence can deal with it.

In order to survive, humanity has no choice but to flee.

During his escape, Ye Fan awakened the upgrade and synthesis system, and his old, secondhand bicycle was heavily modified and put on the road.

Not daring to linger for even a moment, those unkillable monsters relentlessly pursued humanity...

When someone with the means of thievery arrives in a strange world, who is the hunter and who is the prey?

When I was Sequence Nine, I didn't mind if you called me Xiaozhou, but now I'm Sequence Four, what should you call me?

Sorry, I answered incorrectly, but there's still a reward: a pair of monocles.

From now on, please call me the King of Angels, "Amon".

[Bungo Stray Dogs fanfiction + short story + romance + OOC warning + immature writing style, free-flowing, slice-of-life plot, the protagonist will not be part of the original story, it's a fanfiction with many original characters, please don't read if you mind, and you can get the general style from the synopsis] Self-introduction: I am an assassin. After all, in a dangerous world overflowing with superpowers and guns, isn't it normal to be an assassin? By the way, my performance is 100%, and I still have the professional ethics of an assassin. I can't call myself the number one assassin, but I can barely be the number two? After all, my main job can't support my living expenses, so I can only occasionally do side jobs to maintain my precarious life. Serious synopsis: Me (without blushing or skipping a beat): "I'm a law-abiding citizen." "..." Would a normal person introduce themselves like that? After several years of assassin experience, I unexpectedly joined the Armed Detective Agency after a day trip to the military and police, becoming a member. It feels good, except my wallet hurts. Everyone: "Isn't this your own fault?" I can't refute it: I'm overwhelmed with sadness. Later, the conspiracy known as "The Book" fell on my head. I'm so annoyed: I've already told you I have nothing to do with the book, but you just won't believe me. Thumbs up, six. And then… I can't spoil any more!!! Attention!!! This isn't a fictional story; the main character is female. CP: Hmm, forget it, I'm too incompetent to write romance. (Originally it was Dazai.) Let's go with a friendship story. Also, proceed with caution before jumping in.