[No system + non-college + bloodline research + wizard-style beast control new style]

No matter how strong the beastmaster is, he can still be knocked down by a bullet.

It's okay, we have changed jobs.

[Beast Knight] → [War Knight] → [Glorious Knight].

Life and death are together, honor and disgrace are one.

[Beast Master] → [Weapon Master] → [Elemental Annihilation Master].

Control the elements and use spells to fight enemies.

[Shepherd] → [Legion Commander] → [Totem Master].

Control the beasts and gather the power of the crowd.

[Beast Warlock] → [Skeleton Mage] → [Necromancer].

Consume flesh and blood, the way of the dead.

The protagonist? The spirit seed of the contracted beast tamer was broken into 1,008 pieces, and he could not choose the above-mentioned career system. The spirit seed could only sign contracts with ordinary mutant creatures. Moreover, because the spirit seeds were of the same origin, they could only control the same kind of creatures.

what to do?

It’s okay, control the snakes, study their bloodline, transform into a snake man, and then climb to the highest point.

I want to be the leader of the snake tribe.

Su Mo bound himself to the God of Creation System, only to discover that the more worlds he destroyed, the stronger he became!

A single splash of water? That’s the Great Flood of Destruction!

Tossing a single shovel of dirt? That’s a meteor extinction!

Some revere him as the Creator of Worlds, the one who granted them life and wisdom.

Others curse him as a Doomsday Evil God, who destroys the world every thousand years.

Countless lives wail in despair, yet Su Mo remains unmoved.

He repeatedly creates primitive civilizations—only to wipe them out again and again.

With each destruction, Su Mo’s power grows—but what he doesn’t realize is:

Every civilization he obliterates leaves behind warnings.

These buried records lead future civilizations to shocking revelations.

Transmigrators and absurd internet users band together to find a way to stop the destruction.

Watching their ridiculous “save-the-world” plans from behind his screen, Su Mo chuckles:

“You fools can’t possibly guess… I’m on Earth too!”

[Simulator][Get All Rewards] [Decisive Killing] [No Female Protagonist]

The sequel will be darker—if you can’t handle it, don’t enter.

In a crumbling mountain temple, a ragged beggar lay flat on a worn-out mat.

His hollow eyes stared blankly at the broken ceiling above, shimmering faintly in the light.

He hadn’t eaten in two days.

When he first transmigrated, he thought he’d landed in a typical feudal dynasty.

He was wrong.

This was a brutal world where martial might rules all, and ideals like benevolence or righteousness were just hollow jokes.

Here, power spoke—and fists decided everything.

“Why is it that other transmigrators get noble identities, cheat-like talents, or heroic destinies…

…while I, Xu Qing, wake up as a half-starved beggar?”

The truth was cruel.

The original Xu Qing had been an orphan, living off scraps and chasing one naive dream: to become a warrior.

But three days ago, I took over his body.

I—someone from Blue Star—crossed into this world and killed him just by arriving.

I didn’t replace him.

I erased him.

You can imagine the rest from there...

[Ding!]

[Simulator activated. Binding complete.]

[Congratulations to the host for unlocking: “Decisive Survival Route”]

In this world of cold-blooded warriors, false virtue, and endless bloodshed…

I don’t need a golden background or destined fate.

Give me the system, give me the simulator, and I’ll take everything with my own hands.

As we all know, although most evil skills can be quickly mastered, they are accompanied by great side effects. If you are not careful, you will go crazy and die. But if you can pass the side effects on your enemies, how much fun will it be to practice evil skills? Anyway, Zou Feng, who traveled here, is already very happy. What are the most evil, most poisonous, and most immoral skills? All are arranged. This poisonous skill will make your whole body fester and unrecognizable? Practice! Practicing this skill will make you lose your mind and become worse than an animal? Practice! Once you practice it, you will not live for more than a year? Practice! So before long, Zou Feng's name became more and more terrifying: King of Ten Thousand Poisons, Demon Lord of Sitting and Forgetting, Demon without Form... When the world could only look up to him, Zou Feng stood proudly on the top of the mountain, laughing strangely: "There is no such thing as a peaceful life, it's just that someone is carrying the burden for me!"