[A pit start] + [Unique world view] + [No heroine] + [No saint] + [No system] + [Don't read it, just read it and it will be over] + [Hot blood]
He was born with bad luck, and everyone is tempted to leave him. Every character is super cool, and they appear very handsomely, with both cool and sharp swords.
In the doomsday wasteland, everyone has a unique substitute, and builds a corresponding card group around the substitute to survive.
"Jie Jie! My discard sleeve will leave you with no cards to draw!"
"Mortal bones are king, attack!"
"Wither in my vampire cloak!"
"Death is eternal, rise from the grave, my servant!"
"My sword is my sword. You don't understand the way the weapon is worn."
"Sword? Hehe, this is the age of magic, big meteorite!"
"Fuck! It's that autistic deck again, slip away!"
And our protagonist, who was a bit unlucky, decided to attack physically.
All the great gods: Shuaishen, don't come here!
(This book is based on Dungeon and Warriors, Yu-Gi-Oh, Radiation, Wasteland, Hearthstone, JOJO, etc., and there are two million-dollar finished books "Wasteland Ranch" and "Undead Farm" character guarantee)
I have discussed with the editor that I will become a V on May 2nd. I will update three chapters on the day of becoming a V.
Pre-collecting "My Vests Are All Villains"
This copywriting
Bai Xuan died on his sickbed due to a serious illness.
After his death, he accidentally got a system.
He started his journey of multiple vests.
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The cold and lonely white-clothed swordsman, the holy angel of light under the sun, the terrifying king of all ghosts in the dark, the charming nine-tailed fox hidden in the human world, and the devil Satan sleeping in hell.
All of them are him.
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The superpowers in the human world and other races in modern society are surprised to find that some ancient things have revived.
Gu Qingchuan, the white-clothed swordsman who has a great reputation in Chinese history, appears in the human world.
The holy and kind angels suddenly found that their long-lost archangel had returned.
In the dark ghost world, the eerie and terrifying ghost king suddenly awakened.
The nine-tailed fox in the Chinese legend attracted countless demons to come one after another.
The devil king sleeping in hell opened his eyes.
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Humans, demons, ghosts, angels, demons, etc.
were all shocked.
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There should be more vests than the copywriters.
The protagonist was reborn in his original world, with the background of modern society with supernatural monsters, which can be regarded as an urban supernatural series.
There are many races in the protagonist's world, but the protagonist, as an ordinary person, did not know it at the beginning.
Neon is hazy in the steam, and the shadow of the company lurks in it.
People are driven like zombies and are ignorant, but after I wake up, I will definitely turn around and take charge again.
No matter you face guns or swords, technology or spells, no matter whether your opponent is a living person or a ghost, in this world or on the other side...live towards death and gather darkness into light.
I used a punk song to cover them with a handful of soil.
In lifetime, grass and wood will fall. When a person's previous life was spent in a muddy night, after rebirth, he continued to live a muddy life like the previous life, or walked out of a road different from the previous life and left his own life in this world. sign.
(Light horror and curiosity literature, already has 3 million words and 5,000 strange tales. Feel free to dive in!)
Strange tales are numerous and marvelous.
Some people's strange tales are called "The Great Helm," where "Helm" refers to a ship's steering wheel, guiding the direction, so he is a [Leader], and can [Break Barriers] and [Foretell].
Some people's strange tales are "The Quilt," so he possesses the abilities of a quilt, such as [Energy Recovery], [Hypnosis], [Neutralization], [Thought Deprivation], [Swallowing Whole], [Pleasure Transmission], [Ghost Avoidance]...
And I am a "Widower"; simply put, my wife will die.
Now, are you ready to marry me?
A Taoist stove, three incense sticks. I accept the incense of all living beings, experience the tribulations of the human world, from hell to the immortal world, and survive the tribulations in the human world. ... Is there a possibility that we are poor because no one burns paper in the heavens? It is said that hell is empty and the devil is in the human world. Is there a possibility that we are... the underworld, the boundless netherworld? That day, I heard the murmurs of burning incense and paper, and finally saw the true face of the world
I'm the only one in the world who knows about the alien beast's attack, and no one believes it.
What should I do? I'm so anxious!
Well, it seems I can’t hide it anymore, I can only create a god with a mecha
"Rainy Night, Overpass, Maybach."
Crash.
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When sitting alone, he often caught himself thinking about her—the girl who had shadowed him for years. He’d imagine her barging into the restaurant, drawing every gaze, then plopping down beside him, propping her chin on her hands as she stared into his eyes.
"Buy me a cola," she’d say.
But tonight, to his surprise, another girl actually did sit next to him.
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Blue hair. Delicate. Radiantly sociable. A checklist of desirable traits.
Yet when it came to love, she was bafflingly cowardly.
Even his unluckiest junior never got to drink their senpai’s leftovers—but Banaumi did it without trying.
Too scared to confess. Clinging to "I’m fine" while heartbroken. Binge-eating after rejection. When urged to fight for her feelings, she’d just whisper, "I hope they’re happy."
He kept seeing that other girl in her—until he blinked, and a stranger’s face stared back.
A stranger who wasn’t even the same gender.
A sword cultivator must be pure.
Love must be exclusive.
One sword by my side, one love for a lifetime.
No matter the mountains and rivers, no matter the realm—slaying immortals, vanquishing demons, killing gods, cleaving the heavens—I will only follow my path, and I will only search for her, my one true love...