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.

Many years later, facing the gray fog and light gate, Klein or Zhou Mingrui would always think of the night when they were tied up with ropes... "Someone, feed Master Ke the medicine!" Mystery: Ancient Gods is actually my own second edition. Due to various practical reasons, both the plot and the ideas were messed up. Looking back at what I wrote before, I was not satisfied with many parts, so I simply restarted it. In terms of the plot, this book and the previous one are almost two different stories.

This is the worst of times.

Doomsday is approaching, chaos, conspiracy, and war are the main themes of the continent.

“The Fool” was born, lighting a fire for people in the dark.

So, what kind of fate does Joyce, who also fell from Seiyuan Castle, bear, and what kind of changes will his arrival bring to the world?

This is a calamity legend.

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.

I woke up from the body of death and opened my eyes to see the red moon of this world.

The illusory cube unfolded in my hands, and the silver key opened the door to the abyss of the universe for me.

Gods, destiny, origins, the starry sky, all of these are too heavy to be borne by one person alone.

Magic potion, hometown, steam, flames, and mysterious mist surrounded the spiritual world, and the raging fire lit the lamp of his hometown for him.

Is the origin of all this a game between gods, or an arrangement from a higher level?

Crimson will descend from the starry sky, but fire will burn the world first!

'New story loading...'

"Rewrite history... destroy faith... twist values... steal Dixie's pie... besiege the church... seize sweet iced tea... eat authority... set the world on fire..."

'Looking at the world...

A soul from another world arrives in the world of the Lord of Mysteries, but he's transported to the wrong place—the moon… PS: Two male protagonists [Klein and the main character], no female lead, the protagonist's mother is a fallen goddess, he arrives via a portal to the moon, he has built-in cheat codes, is in a state of chaotic neutrality, suffers from schizophrenia, and is a hypocrite. The main character's personality is similar to early versions of Nvidia, treating the world as a virtual game and characters as NPCs, perceiving the world's good and bad qualities from his own perspective.

Fanfiction of the Lord of Mysteries.

Stars twinkle, and everything is under the gaze of the stars, nothing can escape.

A star palace that can hold meetings with the Old Ones and the Outer Gods

Hasta Campbell, a down-and-out noble, whose legend begins on the Black Emperor's Path.

He is the symbol of chaos and order!

He is the Lord of Order!

He is the origin of all the rules of the starry sky!

He is the one who returns the stars!

A time traveler who is familiar with the plot; a sequence watched by the hidden sage; the gaze cast by the Lord of Steam; a head full of memories that will lead to pollution; and a time gem that comes with it; let's see how much influence this hereditary marquis' son can bring to the mysterious world!

No buddy, I really have nothing to do with the witch sect.

Yes, it's true that I'm an assassin, and it's also true that I used to be a man, but I really didn't drink the "witch" potion on purpose - no, no one forced me to drink it, and I don't want to change. The potion was snatched from the mouth of a member of the Witch Cult. How would I know that the promotion of "Instigator" would have such an effect?

Mr. Colonel, please believe me, I have lived an upright life. Money, status, honor...which one was not earned by my own hard work? Who doesn't know that I have done good for the kingdom? Let me see the king! I was awarded the title by the wise King George III himself.

Oh no, you are prejudiced. I didn't bewitch the king, I didn't make any deals, that's what witches do, I'm an upright female knight -

ah? !

What does "As long as I am willing to be your personal maid, you will let me go" mean?

Fuck you!

I'd better send you to the Kingdom of Storms to reunite with your mother!

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Accidentally taking a "witch" potion and turning into a petite loli? It was just a little bit of hardship, but it was not enough to erase Chloe's ambition to achieve success and realize class advancement.

However, in the swirling tide of the times, how can this be easy?

The Eighth Bureau, the Steam Church, the royal conspiracy, the forces are complicated; the revival of the ancient gods, the industrial revolution, the world war, the road ahead is difficult. The steel jungle is filled with steam and fog. Only with a sharp blade in hand can you break the web of fate and compose a glorious legacy.

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Weird fan fiction, single, no CP, no ambiguity, not traveling through a book.