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?"

Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...

Uesugi Tetsu traveled to Japan and discovered that he could draw cards to transform into demons and monsters from historical legends.

Moreover, all the evil spirits and monsters in the world can turn into ashes after death, providing support for his next card drawing.

【Laughing Prajna】

[Onmyoji's evaluation: A little demon who scares children for fun. Only his body is slightly strong. Not a concern.]

【……】

【Hundred Eyes Ghost】

[Onmyoji's evaluation: Born with a hundred eyes, while possessing captivating illusions, he lacks physical strength. He poses little threat.]

【……】

【Guhuo Bird】

[Onmyoji's evaluation: A nine-headed demon, its fire incinerates everything, capable of transforming into a human form and entering the mortal world! Extremely threatening!]

【……】

【Zhu Jiuyin】

Onmyoji's evaluation: ...

The ordinary world that fell into the abyss thousands of years ago has surfaced and reconnected with the human world. This was originally a golden age of demons and strange stories.

The hegemons of the times since ancient times are eager to take the initiative - the Twelve Crowned Ones are ordered to travel the world; Shuten-doji arrives with a vast kingdom; Aoandon attempts to once again start the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons; the Warring States daimyos raise their flags and mobilize their armies...

Unfortunately, Uesugi Che, who also possessed countless demonic talents, opened his eyes and separated the yin and yang.

He shook his head and sighed:

"You only know how powerful I am now."

"But I don't know——"

"How many good brothers turned into a handful of ashes and fell on the road I came here."

In an era where humanity is facing its end, the world is a dangerous game of gods, miracles, and the supernatural. It's a place of extraordinary creatures, forbidden knowledge from books, and cyclical paradises—where every gift of fate comes with a hidden, heavy price.

The story follows the protagonist, Jiang Qing, who finds himself trapped in this reality. He introduces himself with a grim outlook: "My name is Jiang Qing. It's a pity that after tonight, I will disappear forever." He is on a predetermined path with no option for retreat; from the moment he opens the door in front of him, his past is erased, leaving only a single, long, and seemingly endless road forward. The narrative follows his journey as he navigates this world of scripts and survival, where every step is a struggle against a foretold doom.

That year I woke up from underground, with the earth as my blanket and silence as my sleep.

A few years later,

…

A group of monsters from the mountains came to meet me, and I sat alone on the tower to spend the night.

In the misty sea fog, on the deck of the ghost ship, Hern Iheroa gazed into the distance, using a brass telescope inlaid with inhuman eyeballs, at a geometrically indefinable outline. He mechanically tore at the rotting fish flesh in his hands, stuffing it into the relatively neat slit in front of his skull, known as the "mouth." At that moment, only two questions occupied Hern's mind. First, when would he find a doctor? Second, what about the remaining 1,278 mouths on his body after he had eaten his fill—"So, doctor, is there... any hope for us?"

When I woke up, the world had changed.

The legend of Articuno circulates in the Himalayas; Kyogre is swimming in the deep Pacific Ocean; and the cause of the eruption of Mount Vesuvius was actually Groudon turning over in his sleep.

Zhao Chen looked at the gossip on the Internet and fell into deep thought.

This world seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

Gao Shen accidentally joined a forum for strange stories.

This forum often posts strange stories, with vivid details that seem to have really happened. Users who post comments will also carefully analyze the source of the incident and how to solve it.

Users call each other "Tianshi", "Soul-calming", "Corpse-burning", "Coffin-carrying", "Exorcist Team"... The sense of immersion is too strong.

Gao Shen always thought that this was a communication website for supernatural enthusiasts until the prototype in the story appeared in the real world.

[Dark world view + suspense decryption + upgrade survival flow]

"What should you be aware of when becoming a Nightstalker at Milton Keep—Adventurer's Camp?" "Three silver coins for a bottle of holy water, rent a rust-free short sword, and... always keep a rational mind." The night outside will devour your brain, the shadows in the fog will silently tear your cloak, and fear will erode your sanity. All you have is the sword in your hand, the remaining holy water in the bottle, and... a strong heart. But these three things are enough to get you through the night. [Slow-paced adventure, Darkest Dungeon-like world, mage, pseudo-D&D]

Are you telling me there's no martial arts in this world? So-called masters are just regular practitioners, and practice makes perfect?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

This panel shows the realm, which means that cultivation is possible in this world. How can there be no martial arts?

It must be hidden too deeply, and martial arts are strictly controlled.

At this point, in order to get in touch with martial arts, Lin Fan worked hard to get ashore, wanting to become a member of the Public Security Bureau, contact upper-class people and learn the secrets of martial arts.

It was not until he knocked down the ten most recognized masters of the day with a single stick that he suddenly realized that they were not lying and that there was really no martial arts in this world.

He looked at his body which was invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire.

He looked at the city wall that was smashed by his punch, and the deep pit that was created by his stomping on the ground.

At this moment, he smiled and said to the person in front of him in a warning tone:

"Please don't act recklessly in my world. Thank you for your cooperation."

Also known as: "Beat the Bloodline Celestial Dragon with a Mortal Body", "Bloodline? I've been fully vaccinated since I was a child, and my stats are already maxed out"