[High IQ + Villain + Infinite Flow + Behind-the-Scenes Flow + Creation of Weird and Strange Tales + No Female Protagonist + Darkness] [Don't look at the score, because it's overly predictable] Feng Hou, forcibly reincarnated by a dump truck, didn't cross over to another world. When he opened his eyes again, he was transformed into a black, lightless sphere, a space for strange stories, capable of absorbing human negativity to strengthen itself. From then on, a strange story-making machine was born! "Pseudo-humans" who strip you of your voice and appearance and attempt to replace you. "Human Demons" that roam everywhere on rainy nights, immortal. "Slender Ghosts" with twisted, elongated bodies and featureless faces. "Weeping Angels" that teleport instantly if you don't look at them. "Nightmares" that trap you in dreams, impossible to escape. "Old Families" whose deformed and twisted bodies make you nauseous at a glance... Everything will be created in the strange story space. "Next, please listen to the most tragic howls of the unfortunate ones who embark on the "journey"!" [Please do not argue when reading this book, just have fun. Don't bring reality into it.]

[No female lead + national destiny + weird + funny + unique ideas]

Lin Yuan traveled to the Blue Star in a parallel world and was selected to participate in the Rule Strange Talk, activating a 3S-level talent at the beginning.

【SSS-level talent: Ghost-seeing】

[Talent Effect 1: Rules are of no use to you. When you violate the rules of the Kwaidan world, the pollution of the Kwaidan world will be ineffective against you.]

[Talent Effect 2: When a creature in a ghost story has negative emotions towards your behavior, you can collect the negative emotions.

Every time you collect 100 points of negative emotions, you can unlock a new title. 】

Since then, a reckless man has appeared in the world of ghost stories.

The sleepless nights engulfed darkness. I ran through the darkness, bloodthirsty monsters howling behind me. Through the thick fog, I seemed to see a faint light. It was a strange power! I had no choice but to throw myself into its arms. With it, perhaps I could survive. Beneath the shroud of fog, a combination of steampunk, witchcraft, and Cthulhu brought about the ultimate midnight revelry. I walked on the edge of darkness, between light and shadow. Nothing could control me, only shadows, everywhere... PS: This is a third-person perspective, and the protagonist is rational and cold.

Humanity dwells on a small island called Ignorance in the midst of a dark ocean. This ocean is vast and holds countless secrets, but we should not sail too far or delve too deep. — Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

The first year of cultivating immortals.

Chen Huangpi had a copper-skin and iron-boned body, and was invulnerable to water and fire. Black smoke billowed with every move he made.

The master said that was spiritual energy.

The second year of cultivating immortals.

Chen Huangpi felt extremely itchy, and hundreds of evil eyes broke free from his flesh and blood, emitting malice unscrupulously.

The master said that this was called supernatural power.

After a hundred years of cultivating immortals, Chen Huangpi's eighteen feet were rooted in the dark earth, and his nine heads reached the sky. When he opened his bloody mouth, he could hear obscure and evil sounds.

He called himself the Taoist Master Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi looked up and saw his master sitting in the ninth heaven, his whole body was dark blue, and countless gods, immortals and Buddhas were struggling and wailing in his shadow.

"Master, are we really cultivating immortals?"

[Strange revival + restraint system + decisive killing + human body transformation + no CP + world view]

Xie Du was reborn with a mysterious system. He chose a different behavior from his previous life and unexpectedly discovered the true side of the world:

Angels losing their minds; apostles merging with angels; and the filth that controls angels... Does heaven even exist? The truth of the world lies within the ranks of angels.

[Rating just came out!! It will gradually rise!!]

[Pure villain + pure evil + cannibalism + invincible + no system]

Kurokawa, a sickly man coughing up blood every day, has been surrounded by malice since birth because of the twisted lines on his back. His only sister, who loved him, was burned to death by the villagers while protecting him.

In his deathbed despair, Muzan, lurking in the shadows, offered him a way out.

The demon blood enters the throat, awakening the seven aspects of the Blood Demon Art.

Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, lust

This filthy world is disgusting!

I will judge your crimes!

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?"

[Ghoul World is complete]

Monster 8 World is in progress.

[Eating + Killing + Torture + Extreme Enjoyment + The entire main cast is devoured + Invincible + Symbiote + Bickering + Multiverse + Evolutionary Flow + No Mary Sue + No Female Lead + Dark Theme]

A top assassin from his past life was brought to the ghoul world by a system. He was given a symbiote called "Riot" at the start. The two shared a body, and fighting and devouring were the only meanings of his existence.

Riot: "Left! Tear him apart! His kagune smells really good!"

Nothingness: "Shut up, you brainless lump of slime, I'm aiming for your vitals."

Riot: "Eat, eat, eat! Eating will make you stronger!"

Void: "If you make any more noise, you won't get to eat anything next time."

(Also, the author doesn't rely on this for a living; it's just something to write in their spare time. 50% of the book's profits will be donated to help others, 20% will be given to fans as gifts, and the remaining 30% will be used to buy themselves a pack of cigarettes. I'll post about the good deeds I do in the comments section, so please don't be so malicious towards the author, thank you.) Also, there's no need to send gifts; just give the author a few likes to urge them to update. I only want to urge them to update.

A humble scholar, with bones as thin as feathers, treads the foul wind; his blood, congealed into cinnabar, scorns the Daoist master.

Claws shatter cities and devour the sun and moon; a demonic heart refines the world and scorns the heavens.

The cauldron melts all laws to open a new realm; the sword shatters a thousand sects to reach the summit.

Do not concern yourself with the affairs of good and evil throughout the ages; only a single thought can govern the primordial chaos.