Mystery, despair, pain, decay—the world is heading astray, and I know not where to go. I have arrived in a world that is heading towards its end, fraught with danger and devoid of hope. I can only rely on the mysterious blood mark on my body to constantly deduce and evolve various skills, trying to find a way out of despair.

[Death Rewind + Strange Cultivation + Multiple Rebirths + Dark Flow + Anti-Routine]

“Cultivation harms others” — the biggest lie in the world of immortal cultivation.

Li Ren, a time traveler, had his heart blood drained upon initiation.

But upon death, he awakened the "Real Rewind" System.

In his first life, he was transformed into a blood talisman by his hypocritical senior brother.

In his second life, he was killed by a glare from a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

In his third life, he was flayed into human skin.

…

After ninety-nine deaths, Li Ren emerged as a towering figure of dread in the cultivation world.

Now, standing before his trembling disciples, he smiled kindly:

"Cultivation harms others? No... cultivation has never harmed me."

"I see you have amazing bones... clearly top-grade immortal cultivator material."

"This immortal must be cultivated!"

They say the immortal path is treacherous.

Then I will use death to pierce the darkness!

Bad news: Soran has traveled through time, to a world where the old gods have revived and apocalypse is imminent. Good news: He possesses a cheat code, the standard system for time travelers, allowing him to complete quests and earn rewards. Bad news: Before Soran could find his footing, he fell into a medically inexplicable coma, which lasted for over a decade and was heading towards a permanent state of unconsciousness. He was likely dying, and modern medicine was powerless. To survive, Soran plunged into the mystical world. Astrology, evil spirits, witches, the undead, the ocean, flesh and blood... the supernatural exists in every corner of this world. Amidst the tide of steam and machinery, airships, cannons, and great warships are rising. Divination, religion, prophecy, and mystery are never far away. The fragile order is now a faint flame, and martyrdom...

[Steam Magic] [Cthulhu] [SCP Foundation]

Please note that the following files are only available to investigators at Level 1 or above. Please double-check your own security clearance level before reading.

If one reads the archives in violation of regulations or illegally accesses God's creations, the following may occur:

1. Your shadow might stalk you on a rainy night and try to murder you;

2. The church bells will turn you into a breeding ground for pale moths;

3. You might drown in a glass of azure liquid;

4. When the nightingale begins to sing, you will become its servant…

To preserve your sanity and maintain the integrity of your soul, please remember the Investigator's Code. Join me in solemnly swearing an oath to the Seven Gods—

We will never submit to divine law; we vow to restore order.

...

Best of luck.

[Infinite flow + Battle Royale + Non-human protagonist + Decisive killing + Evolution + Sequence]

After waking up, everyone is forced to join the battle royale game.

Every survivor's birthplace is different. Some are on ships in the sea, some are on endlessly moving trains, some have shelters directly, and some have nothing, but can step into the extraordinary and become sequencers.

If you want to survive, you must avoid fog and various dangerous environments.

However, Zhou Heng traveled through time and space and became a hunter who was the opposite of the survivors. He started from the weakest nightmare demon and wove nightmares in the fog, devouring fear and life and constantly evolving until he finally became an indescribable, all-encompassing forbidden dream.

When the survivors harnessed the torrent of steel to encircle and suppress, when the Sequence Powers forged the Great Wall with their flesh and blood, he stood on the throne of corpses and laughed softly:

"Welcome to my forbidden dream."

[Darkness + Behind the Scenes + Group Portrait + Cthulhu + No Female Lead + No System]

(Don't read the introduction, just read the text)

When my blood drips onto the paper, the monster file is automatically written-

The depths of the mine are restless, and some ancient creatures are awakened.

There are wails coming from the sewers, and they are creatures from the abyss.

I am a creator who has lost control and is forced to write about the existence of the ancient gods.

(No harem, no saintly protagonist, no system, semi-satisfying, dark story! If you mind these, please do not read. The protagonist is extremely gloomy. Readers should read at their own discretion.)

As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people.

I used to think the same way: food is a gift from heaven!

Until one day, I tasted everything I could see...

then,

I raised my head and looked up at the sky...