No female lead but with a romantic subplot; not a saint or brainless character (as much as possible); villainous male lead.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, beyond the nine layers of clouds dwell immortals.

Immortals were originally mortals, but the only problem is that mortals lack firm resolve.

Thirty years of human desolation, Cheng Liang only wishes to pursue herself.

In the future, death is not allowed.

Everyone can be resurrected by a spell called 'Resurrection'.

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I'm dead.

Inexplicably, I was resurrected in a mysterious prison using a 'resurrection technique'.

The prison has a variety of torture instruments.

Every day I would be tortured to death by these torture instruments, and then resurrected to continue being tortured.

And it's not just me.

There are many people like me in this prison.

Some of these people have even been tortured for thousands of years.

We can neither live nor die, and we can never rest in peace.

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I have to find a way to escape...

[Mysterious + Suspenseful + Folkloric + Infinite Flow] Have you ever felt agonizing, unable to eat or sleep, wishing you could trade everything for something? Have you ever tried praying to gods and Buddhas, becoming distraught, yet still unable to achieve certain things? Have you ever felt that kind of pain when you finally got everything you wanted, only to have it vanish from your life? Birth, aging, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, unfulfilled desires, encounters with those you hate… I feel your torment. So come here, come to the Corridor of Ghostly Resentment, and everything you desire will come true… Pfft, hahahaha…

(No heroine, no system, not a fast-paced, cool story, growth-oriented)

Travel through a strange world where the weird cannot be killed, and only the weird can fight against the weird! ?

Ji Yue suddenly discovered that he could travel back and forth between the strange world and the world of immortal cultivation!

Immortal Cultivator: How is this possible? What kind of magic is this!?

Ghost Rider: What ghost are you riding?!

[I am tired of the appearance of gods, civil servants and warriors, the floating duckweed is dark for eternity!] (Four major sequence lists! Four hundred sequence abilities typed purely by hand!) Have you ever longed for a dream world? There is no boring life, heavy schoolwork, boring interpersonal relationships. There is nothing that can make you drowsy! What if the knowledge in the textbooks is a "sequence"? What if food, clothing, housing and transportation are all closely related to "sequence"? The "element sequence" that is as colorful as magic, the "weapon sequence" that controls various killing weapons, the "demon sequence" that gives you the power to defeat demons, and the various, strange and changeable "special sequences". Like gods...

Protagonist: Fang Sheng. [Slaying God + Refining Gu + No Female Lead] Fang Sheng, who died of cancer, traveled to the world of Slaying God. Fang Sheng, who originally thought he was going to start his life over again, was sent back to the world with a critical illness notice in his ecstasy. Fang Sheng finally went crazy. In a trance, Fang Sheng seemed to see a figure standing on a river going against the current, and a distant voice came to his ears. "I know." "My choice will be opposed by countless people." "But this strengthens my determination!" "If you question your decision because there are no companions, why bother to embark on this journey?" "The world goes with the flow, but I will go against the flow." "With people

[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.]

It's not a system, it's not a saintly woman, it's not a heroine, and it won't be invincible right from the start.

This is a story about a young man from the 20th century who accidentally travels to the world of elves and suffers inhuman torture. By chance, he joins Team Rocket and steps into the darkness with his elves, climbing to the top until he pulls down those high-ranking and hypocritical bigwigs from the altar.

[Protagonist is a deranged villain | Not part of the Night Watch | Ignores the main storyline | Not a babysitter | Death loop & illusion | No female lead]

Ma Yanliang transmigrated into the year 2017, into the chaotic world of God-Slaying, and woke up in the Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital—deep within the heavily guarded Fasting Center.

Fortunately, he quickly discovered something terrifying: his mental power grew not through practice like others, but simply by sleeping.

What’s more, he inherited Su Mu’s [Illusion] and Fang Xiu’s [Infinite Replay], two god-tier abilities long thought impossible to obtain.

After escaping the Fasting Center, Ma Yanliang didn’t hesitate. He joined the Ancient God Church—not to follow, but to reshape it.

A year later, the church’s so-called Three Gods were no more. Only one name echoed throughout Daxia: Chi Yu.

“Lord Yi Yu, you’ve sat on this throne long enough. Step down.”

“Lord Yue Huai, I will carry your legacy—whether you like it or not.”

“Lord Qian Mo, sleep peacefully in the illusion I crafted just for you.”

Behind the scenes, Ma Yanliang’s influence spread like a plague. Even the mighty Night Watch found themselves unknowingly ensnared.

And when the gods finally descended upon Daxia, a man in a white suit stood calmly beneath the heavens. Brown glasses half-hid his deep, gleaming eyes. He stretched his arms slightly, and whispered:

“Today, the Ancient God Church shall teach the gods what it means… to be buried.”

Years later, as his boundless spiritual power consumed the world, illusions became reality, and fate itself was just another toy.

He was no longer a man. He was the only true god in this new world.