To ward off disasters and suppress misfortunes, this sneaky world needs a little surprise.

After copying comments from the folk forum and compiling the first talisman, Chen Xin knew that this surprise... was him!

[Name of talisman]: Zhenzhai·Zhuye

[Purpose]: Zhenyangzhai

[Current talisman power]: Yincha level

[Description of talisman]: Chicken, one crows in the candle night, the image of the south, the fire yang essence... (click to see more)

Several years ago, an accident left Mo Bai paralyzed on one side of his body, and he passed away in agony.

After his life ended, Mo Bai was given the chance to be resurrected in the infinite world.

By continuously clearing levels, you can not only survive but also heal your legs and stand up again.

[Playing House]

System: "Ding, hello player, players in this world are divided into spectator group and combat group."

System: "You are a spectator player and have been awarded the title 'Flawed Porcelain Doll.' You can display your charm to make the monsters automatically move away from you..."

In an effort to regain his health, Mo Bai excitedly swung his metal baseball bat and smashed the monster's head.

Mo Bai: "System, what did you say?"

System: "I didn't say anything. Congratulations to the player for leveling up and obtaining the title 'The Broken Iron Doll'."

The Earl's Villa

System: "System friendly reminder: 'The broken iron doll' - you can demonstrate its aesthetic value, and the Earl will let you play with it..."

Mo Bai killed the perverted count with an ice hammer.

Mo Bai: "System, what did you say?"

System: "I didn't say anything."

After passing several levels, Mo Bai asked the system in confusion, "System, why is my dungeon more difficult than others'?"

System: "Because you never follow the walkthrough! Look at how high your title has gone! Fight on, 'Solid Diamond'! Are you still a spectator?"

Mo Bai: "Oh, I don't like your strategy guide. I refuse to view it!" Theme: A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

Nie Weiyang, male, half-vampire, never-hidden number one on the battle power rankings, former assassin now Paladin, defender of Zhongzhou, player, world boss... To be honest, I don't have much personal work, mainly responsible for rescuing people, killing people, leaping and slashing evil gods, and saving the world. "...They say you have a moral level beyond the current era, and will even save obedient enemies from danger. Is that true?" "It's just a win-win situation." "So how do those dangers come about?" "It's just a matter of time." "Then... what if the enemy refuses to repent?" "Refuse to repent?" Nie Weiyang smiled kindly, his sharp fangs flashing with a cold light. "—Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

When I stand a torpedo boat, you claim to be the truth; when I stand a battleship, who truly holds the truth? Giant ships and cannons are every man's dream; an epic naval battle is the talk of every sailor's life. When you're on this battlefield, with no annoying planes overhead, you only need to concentrate all your energy, facing the enemy warships and firing at full speed; the adrenaline will make you forget your fear. Let's witness the true clash of giant ships and cannons!

Ryan Bloodmoon: "I want to buy a large house with a garden and fountain in the mage district of Casano City, then marry a beautiful pure-blooded human lady. If possible, I'd also like to take a pure-blooded elf girl as a concubine." ———【Demon's Lament】is a game with an extremely grand world view. Three hundred years after the pacification of the orcish invasion, the demon plane invaded the Thunderclap Continent. The continental alliance composed of races such as humans, elves, orcs, goblins, dwarves, and giants suffered repeated defeats, retreating to Casano City, preparing for a desperate battle. Thirty-six legendary mages from all over the world gathered in Casano City, unleashing a terrifying forbidden spell, repelling the demon invasion, and tearing apart the interdimensional gate connecting to the abyss plane. One hundred years after the demons' defeat, the forbidden spell elements swirling around Casano City dissipated. Ryan Bloodmoon, from the distant mines...

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."

In this world, spirit beasts possess mysterious powers known as miracles, yet their minds are simple. Humans, though weak, can utilize the power of spirit beasts for protection, commanding their close companions to fight for them. Those who dislike fighting and the spirit beasts mutually benefit from their magical powers, building cities together. A visitor from another world arrives in this world. Rather than hiding behind spirit beasts and watching them fight for him, he prefers to charge ahead and defeat enemies himself.

In this fantasy world where magic and machinery coexist, Sherlock, a commoner, faces a difficult task in becoming a powerful wizard or warrior, ascending to a position of power. Fortunately, fate favors those who work hard. In this world, Chinese and English have become ancient scripts that represent mystery and power. They record magical rituals from the Age of Gods and the origins of steam... "What did I work hard for?" "I worked hard to be reborn in my past life! Otherwise, how would I understand Chinese after traveling through time?" (A Final Fantasy-like worldview + magic + steam machinery)

Under the extreme test of a post-apocalyptic environment, the survival of human civilization and the choices of humanity—when survival instincts collide with moral bottom lines, when individual strength intertwines with collective destiny, is the apocalypse the end of civilization or the beginning of reconstruction? This novel will explore the survival and transformation of civilization in extreme environments through the intertwining of genetic technology, the struggle for survival, and the struggle of humanity.

II. Worldview Setting

2.1 Doomsday Triggers: Triple Screening

Genetic Virus Outbreak: In 2077, a genetically modified virus called "Crimson Dawn" escapes control, capable of rewriting the genes of almost all organisms, causing terrifying mutations in all life forms worldwide. This virus can infect all life on Earth, including humans, becoming the first screening factor in the collapse of civilization.

A red fog descends: After the virus outbreak, a mysterious red fog appeared in the sky. This fog is actually a "gene filter" from an alien civilization, capable of activating hidden potential in biological gene chains and accelerating biological evolution. However, it also leads to instability in biological genes, causing uncontrolled mutations.

Remnants of nuclear winter: In an effort to control the spread of genetic viruses, governments worldwide launched "Project Ice," using biotechnology-based "freezing bombs" to turn low-lying areas of the world into ice ages, triggering a global nuclear winter. Residual radiation caused some areas to become "dead zones," but it also gave rise to the rare resource "radioactive nuclei."

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.