Zuo Chongming was once a top-tier gamer —

A studio boss, a power-leveling god, an unapologetic exploiter of noobs.

Then one day… boom. He’s isekai’d straight into a game world.

Not only that, but it’s before the official launch.

And worse — he’s now an NPC.

Demons ravage the land. Evil spirits feast on the living. Martial artists roam in blood-soaked packs.

But for Zuo Chongming, who has access to a system panel? All manageable.

What isn’t manageable… is the arrival of Players — the notorious “Fourth Calamity.”

He falls silent.

—— Years later.

Zuo Chongming sighs:

“I just wanted to farm these guys like wheat… So how the hell did they end up wagging their tails and calling me boss?”

And the creepiest part?

They actually seem proud of it.

The protagonist is dark, cold, and absolutely selfish. Multiple worlds.

Good News:I traveled through time

Bad News: It was a Body Travel and I was tortured at the start

After experiencing such a major change, Xu Yang went crazy, and at the same time, started his journey to invincibility

[Sword Cultivation] [Body Tempering] [Unstoppable Force] [Invincible Path] [Warring for Supremacy]

Born under the curse of a lonely star, Di Yi was fated to die before drawing his first breath. But fate blinked.

Saved by chance and taken in by a Dao Sovereign of the Upper Realm, he was trained in supreme techniques, steeped in divine medicine baths, and forged into a being with the ultimate physique — the pinnacle of the Extreme Dao Body.

Until one day… he stole a divine pill.

Banished to the lower realm, cast down like refuse.

Then came the fall.

The golden age of the human race ended.

The sealed alien races broke free.

Civilization collapsed. Mountains crumbled. Cities turned to ash.

Nine out of ten homes lay empty, and mankind entered its darkest hour.

"Di Yi! You cowardly turtle — where the hell are you?! Are you really just going to watch us all die before you’re satisfied?!"

"My child… where are you? Please come back..."

At the edge of despair, even enemies and rivals cast aside hatred — calling out his name, begging for his return. Praying for a spark of hope.

And then—

A calm, all-too-familiar voice echoed across the broken world:

**"I walk through time itself.

I’ve heard the Emperor’s song, endured the ages, seen life and death.

I defy yin and yang, fight the will of Heaven,

Slay all who stand in my path…

And at last—return.

This world…

Belongs to me alone."**

(Because this is Marvel, Homelander can't make waves here, so the protagonist will be a little timid in the early stage, but basically not after chapter 38.)

On the streets where Abomination and the Hulk were rampant, a superhuman wearing the American Stars and Stripes slowly descended, saving many people like a god sent from the sky.

Post-event interview with reporters: What makes you a hero?

But John looked at the camera affectionately and said: Hero? No, I am not a hero, but my friend, you are the real hero.

(Semi-invincible)

(I didn’t write invincible, but I am invincible most of the time)

Dark, Cruel, Homelander, Chaotic

The immortal path is severed?

The heavens have forsaken me?

Then so be it... I become demon!

With forbidden demonic arts carved into his soul, he walks a path paved in corpses and rivers of blood.

The immortal sects call him heretic.

The heavens prepare divine punishment.

The whole world stands against him? Perfect.

Devouring the heavens, refining all living beings

He shall burn his chains in demonic flame, and forge a heavenly ladder from demon bones.

If the immortal road is blocked, then he shall take the demonic path, to trample the heavens!

Slay the Immortal Lords. Defy the Heavenly Dao. Battle the Realms.

Let this demonic fire light up eternity!

This road... is called Road To Heaven.

[Weird • No Romance • Superpowers • Dark]

A twisted soul, unbound by rules or conscience.

I am the shadow beneath the light, cruel, cold-blooded, and venomous like a serpent.

My fangs deliver a fatal kiss at any moment.

I transmigrated into a world teeming with eerie, supernatural horrors

But my identity as a traveler was accidentally exposed.

I was captured, turned into a lab rat, and barely managed to escape with my life.

In the darkness, hatred burned quietly.

A mysterious black stone tablet appeared.

Slaying the strange creatures allows me to devour their power, awakening one extraordinary ability after another…

Stack. Release. Slaughter everything.

“I don't just want your life.”

“I will destroy your pride, erase your clan, sever your bloodline, and dig your grave.”

“I’ll make you die slowly, bit by bit, drowning in pain.”

“I’ll curse this world and everyone in it. In this life… there will be no peace.”

Dark + Reiki Recovery

Is a tree with the ability to release energy and construct space equivalent to a portable space farm? Can it only grow cucumbers and eggplants and sell vegetables? Too low! What I grow is not a tree, but a new era.

[Dark + Traditional Cultivation! The protagonist follows a twisted path—decisive, ruthless, and anything but kind. If you prefer gentle heroes, this isn’t for you.]

The so-called Immortal Path is nothing but hypocrisy—built on blood and bones.

Lu Li claws his way out of a pit of corpses, uses bones as his lantern, and walks a road only true demons dare tread.

From that moment on: killing, soul harvesting, bone refinement, devouring the heavens.

If I ascend, I shall butcher all who call themselves Immortals.

— The Four Steps of Cultivation:

Qi Condensation (10 Layers) → Foundation Establishment → Golden Core → Nascent Soul

(Further realms explained in the main story.)

[High IQ protagonist + Villain MC + Infinite Flow + Behind-the-scenes operator + Creates eerie urban legends + No female lead + Dark tone]

[Ignore the ratings, they were suppressed]

[By the way, check out the author's new book: "I Loaded a Horror Game for the World"]

Feng Hou was forcibly isekai’d by a dump truck.

But instead of ending up in some fantasy world, he woke up as a pitch-black, lightless sphere — the core of a Terror Tale Space, a strange domain capable of creating urban legends and feeding on the negative emotions of humans to grow stronger.

Thus began the rise of a horror-manufacturing machine!

The "Impostor" that steals your voice and face to replace you.

The "Man-Demon" — ever-present on rainy nights, unkillable.

The "Slender Specter" — with a long, twisted body and no face.

The "Weeping Angel" — teleports instantly when not observed.

The "Nightmare" — traps you in an endless dream with no escape.

The "Elder Kin" — whose grotesque form induces nausea with a glance, warping reality around them...

All of these, and more, are forged in the Terror Tale Space.

“Now then... listen closely, you unfortunate souls who’ve stepped onto this 'journey' — to their most wretched screams!”

[Don’t overanalyze. Just enjoy the ride. Also, don’t project real life into it.]