"Doctor, for the past ten days, I've been hearing someone calling my name in my sleep."

“Mr. Huang Tian, ​​you are hallucinating.”

“I’m sure I heard it.”

"Then you have anxiety somatization."

"Anxiety somatization?"

"Anyway, you're fine, don't worry. Just don't smoke or drink, go to bed early and get up early, and relax, and you'll be alright."

"..."

On September 5th, I went to see a doctor, who said I had no illness whatsoever, which put my mind at ease. However, that afternoon I was laid off from my job.

On September 6th, I tried not to think about anything before going to sleep, and I actually slept soundly until dawn. However, when I opened my eyes, I was horrified to hear someone calling my name. This was the first time I had heard these voices while fully awake.

On September 7th, I didn't sleep all day and looked haggard because I kept hearing ghostly calls in my ears, day and night.

On September 8th, I was overjoyed because I discovered that I could not only turn off the voices calling my name, but also see the scene of the people talking about me—could I be a god?

September 9th…

Some time later, just when I thought my superpowers were over, I vaguely heard tens of thousands of people shouting in unison, "The heavens are dead, the yellow heavens shall rise."

I was stunned: Is this also the Yellow Heaven?

[Group portrait + game invasion + group crossover]

Yang Yixie has recently become obsessed with a pixel game called "Wasteland Era." As a mechanic, his motto is:

There's no problem that an RPG can't solve; if there is, just add another round of machine gun fire.

So he became obsessed with using explosion art to write his self-declaration on pixelated wasteland, living a carefree and happy life.

At the same time, news reports featured the tearful tales of other returning players, their blood and tears testifying to the reality and cruelty of that world.

Just after Yang Yixie finally ascended to the "crown" of the most wanted person in the entire server, the two worlds were merged.

The world roared and tore apart, the real smoke of battle filling his lungs.

Amidst the ruins, countless sorcerers and mercenaries fixed their murderous gazes on him.

Gazing at the real ruins before him and countless murderous gazes, Yang Yixie silently placed his fingers on the keyboard.

"It's not a big problem, I can still handle it."

[Urban setting, Feng Shui, physiognomy, Taoist priests, multiple female protagonists]

Zhou Fan, a wandering sorcerer, obtained a beast-patterned seal that recognized him as its master. From then on, he became proficient in magic and entered the Dao, but all he wanted to do was make money.

“Good sister, I swear to God I will never be fickle, or may I be struck by lightning.”

"Oh no! A bolt of lightning is coming! I'm doomed..."

"Oh! I almost forgot, I can withstand heavenly lightning."

In Jing Qian's sea of consciousness, a stele rose up. On this stele, all the strokes and drawings were written, all of which were his own destiny.

When destiny and law intersect and are engraved on the destiny stele, a destiny is formed.

The destiny contains the innate roots and potential, and also determines the acquired achievements and practice.

Let's see Jing Qian cast destiny into a sword, cut off the soul and ascend to immortality!

...

[Destiny: Waves, singing on the waves, dancing with the waves! ]

[Destiny: Sumeru, mustard seeds have Sumeru, dust contains the universe! ]

[Destiny: Tushita furnace, luring with absurd words, enjoying Tushita's joy! ]...

...

The fire of destiny burns the body, Sumeru determines the way, singing on the waves, casting swords like dragons, sewing souls and weaving spirits, Tushita furnace tripod, I carve a stele myself to cast longevity.

Practice the most evil sorcery and control the most ferocious ghosts.

Li Zhen, who was terminally ill, admittedly entered the world of the heavens. He originally just wanted to linger and live a few more years, but when he looked back in a Daze, he found that he had already become the most terrorist taboo in the heavens and the world.

Gu, evil list, Nanyang The art of the top ten sorcery, planting ghosts, ghost eyes, lowering the head, the file ghost coming out of the cage, demons, spells, mediums, double pupils, and demons: evil surrender, Saha, crying, breaking the tomb, grudges, Mr Zombie, Kui Jiang, Zombies Reborn in Seven Days, Zombie Age, Curse Paradise, Ghosts, School Tomb, Tuo Di Exorcist, Thousand People Slash.

Transmigrating to a wasteland, Li Chen finds himself a survivor struggling to make ends meet. Here, acid rain rages, food is poisonous, infected roam freely, and even a sip of clean water is a luxury. Worse still, his soul and body are incompletely integrated, his senses are dulled, and even hunting is a struggle. Until a sudden, transformative change occurs—he awakens the power of "plant regrowth"! Withered trees come back to life, decay is transformed into wonder: absorbing acid rain toxins, he grows "bomb fruits," capable of obliterating infected with a single throw; extracting the essence of sewage, he cultivates "water-storing pears," a sweet treat to quench thirst; he even cultivates "blue-blooded pears" from the nutrients of corpses—a forbidden fruit with a one in ten thousand chance of awakening! But the wasteland offers no respite: the camp's inhabitants are high and mighty, viewing the survivors as mere ants; an infection wave brews in the shadows, death looms ever closer; and Li Chen's abilities attract countless greedy eyes… In this cannibalistic world, he must use his powers to cultivate a path to survival. Even if the ground beneath our feet is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, we must still let the seeds of hope sprout!

Supernatural phenomena have revived, the gates of hell have opened, and the mortal realm overlaps with reality. Ancient taboos have become the laws of survival, the thousand-year-old sorcerer has awakened, and hundreds of ghosts roam the human world at night. Strange arts, forbidden spells, folk tales, urban legends... the Bureau of Abnormal Creatures Investigation, the Foundation for Containing the Strange, the Revelation Society... Coffin, Nuo, Liang, Ling, Di, Qi, Yong, Shi—the eight gates of folk burial. The coffin is the first of the eight gates. The movement of carrying a coffin is forbidden by the supernatural. ... "Ji Yun, I've never heard you say what your family does." "We do a small business in the town." "What kind of business is so mysterious?" "We run a coffin shop." "..." PS. If you're looking for something to read, check out the 3 million+ pent-up books "Cataclysmic Card King" and "Mechanical Alchemist."

An ancestral Five Thunder Token allows one to travel to another world.

The Taoist techniques that cannot be cultivated or used in modern times can actually be used in another world!

Wouldn't that mean there's hope for immortality?

Gu Zhao discovered that although there are ghosts and demons in this world, there are also beautiful ghosts and alluring demons!

He remembered that the most famous Taoist magic spell was called...

During the freshman orientation class at the Royal Capital Magic Academy, a professor addressed the students below the podium: "Magic isn't just about unleashing a cheap fireball with a staff." "Potions, scrolls, runes... mastering any one of them is enough to call yourself a magician." Only one? Roy glanced at the rows of spells, magical items, potions, magic swords, and other magical creations in his mental magic database and couldn't help but raise his hand: "Professor, what if I mastered them all?" The professor turned to Roy: "Then you can call yourself a Grand Archmage."

[Steam Magic] [Cthulhu] [SCP Foundation]

Please note that the following files are only available to investigators at Level 1 or above. Please double-check your own security clearance level before reading.

If one reads the archives in violation of regulations or illegally accesses God's creations, the following may occur:

1. Your shadow might stalk you on a rainy night and try to murder you;

2. The church bells will turn you into a breeding ground for pale moths;

3. You might drown in a glass of azure liquid;

4. When the nightingale begins to sing, you will become its servant…

To preserve your sanity and maintain the integrity of your soul, please remember the Investigator's Code. Join me in solemnly swearing an oath to the Seven Gods—

We will never submit to divine law; we vow to restore order.

...

Best of luck.