[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.

[Dark story][Slow-burn story][No heroine][No system][Decisive killing][Dark-bellied Old Six][Flexible][Fantasy magical powers]

A jade coin of good and evil, to judge good and evil, and to borrow supernatural powers.

A world where all cultivators in the world rely on mortals for nourishment.

Xiang Qian traveled here, forcibly took over another body and was reborn. He secretly rejoiced at the news that the original owner's mother had died...

"Mortals support the monks, the monks support the heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth nurture all things. This is the order of the world, so how can it be called cruel?"

"What is the heart barrier? The righteous path indulges in passions, relieving the regrets in one's heart, and considering it righteousness. The evil path indulges in lust, satisfying one's greed, and considering it selfish desire. Either way, it's the same thing."

"Memories will be obscured, but they will never disappear. It is precisely because these memories are engraved on our souls that we are worthy of being called human! We are not like monsters, who, even if they have cultivated human form, are still just beasts that obey animal instincts."

[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.

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...

[No heroine's love line][No realm system][Villain protagonist][Occasionally recite poetry]

"So what if I'm dead? Isn't it the same as using your own corpse to revive the soul?"

The living have to know how to calculate, and the dead have to follow the rules - Li Huo happened to have all of them.

Everyone who met him, whether human or ghost, said he was evil, but little did they know that this was the way for the dead to seek life.

"Want to become an immortal? First you have to learn how to fool people!"

Little did they know that becoming an immortal did not necessarily mean one would be invincible...

Eerie and ferocious ghosts and evil spirits, twisted and bizarre people and their supernatural powers.

No matter good or evil, right or wrong, it is just a matter of thought. It is all about doing what one wants and pursuing immortality.

(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...

In the late autumn of 1900, the British writer Oscar Wilde passed away at the Hôtel d'Alsace in Paris. His close friend, Robert, handed the manuscript of his novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, to a mysterious gentleman. Over a century later, a Chevrolet Impala galloped across the ancient lands of North America. A young man from London gazed up at the stars and began a long, endless hunt. Vampires, werewolves, alchemists, wizards—countless aliens and fallen creatures knelt before the black figure. Another late night, silver swords clashed with fangs, sparks flying. "Hello, my name is Dorian L. Gray, a hunter in the employ of the Conspirators." The young man smiled gleefully, decapitating the ugly head—and pulling out the arm that had pierced his heart. "As you can see, the only thing I have in common with my ancestors is this—we,...