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?"

"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]

Ning Yuan: "A philosopher once said that the biggest trouble for people is having a good memory. If you can forget everything, how good would it be?"

Current girlfriend (sneer): "Is this the reason why your ex-girlfriend is everywhere?!?"

If one day your ex-boyfriend who ran away appeared in front of you with amnesia, what would you choose:

A: Break his legs and vent his anger

B: Chop, boat, hold your head and drift away

C: Pretend nothing happened to trick him home and keep him all to yourself

D: Of course choose to forgive him

Tsundere ex-girlfriend: Isn't this a three-choice question?

Iceberg ex-girlfriend: Isn't this a multiple-choice question?

Black-hearted current girlfriend: Isn't this a sorting question?

Yandere ex-girlfriend: Isn't this a rhythm master? AAAACAAADADAB...

ps: This book has a magical fantasy background, welcome to enjoy

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...

Ruan Hu became a demon. He turned into a beast on the ridge of the palace, staring at the mortals all day long.

On the first day, he watched the emperor listen to the poem in the imperial garden.

On the second day, he watched the emperor watch the dance and listen to the music in the palace.

The emperor changed beauties one after another, and they had fun every night.

His words could decide life and death, and he could take and give.

On the fourth day, Ruan Hu pushed the emperor into the lake.

He became the emperor.

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)

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.

[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.

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.

What makes a martial artist? The exertion of strength. What makes a chivalrous hero? The exertion of spirit and will. ...A kick decides victory or defeat, a punch determines life or death. "I practice the Netherworld Technique, I've learned my lesson!"