[No system, devouring evolution, decisive killing, hot-blooded and refreshing]

Reborn in Douluo Continent, adopted by Ye Lingling's parents, awakened the mutant martial soul Dark Night Magic Harp.

After obtaining the soul ring, Long Chen was surprised to find that he could summon ancient beasts through the sound of the magic harp.

Taotie, Xuanwu, Qilin, Kuiniu, Phoenix, Shenlong...

The power of the ancient beasts made the soul master world tremble, and Long Chen was regarded as an evil soul master.

"Just because you are afraid of my ability, you slander me as an evil soul master and become my enemy. Then I will use this peerless piano sound to slaughter all of you hypocritical people and establish a new order!"

"Hypocritical gods, why do you make rules? Why can you fool mortals? My fate is determined by me, not by God. Kill people if they get in the way, and kill gods if they get in the way!"

[The author's account has a completed Douluo fan fiction, welcome to appreciate it. 】

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”

“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”

“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”

“You must think I’m mad.”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“It has already seen you.”

***

Oil is Its blood.

Thick smoke is Its breath.

Ore and steel are Its food.

The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.

The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.

They claim they are mere mortals.

Child, you’d best not argue.

You must understand:

Their technology is beyond comprehension.

Their production capacity is unimaginable.

A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.

Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.

How will you stop them?

With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?

You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.

***

“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”

“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”

Ice and snow sealed away civilization, and storms extinguished steam—this was the post-Victorian era when a prosperous steam-powered civilization was destroyed by the harsh cold.

As a bishop banished to the frigid north by a mere decree, he fights for lost power, forging a fortress of faith amidst blizzards and apocalypse, guiding lost sheep through mercury and steam.

“I am not a shepherd, I am just a psychoanalyst who couldn’t find a job and was looking for another one.” — Bishop of the St. Lucia Winter Cathedral, Diocese of Speyside, the prayer master of the seven northern cities, the gatekeeper of Eden, the enemy of the frost giants, the remnant of the golden age, the keeper of the secrets of the old civilization, the spiritual mentor and psychiatrist of legendary knights, archmages, kings, popes, the poor, and wanderers. Siren Dellandt said this.

Qin Zichu never imagined he would receive a series of fraudulent messages from "Qin Shi Huang" and "people from the future." One day, he suddenly discovered he possessed a miraculous ability. In his dreams, he could travel back to a specific day in the past, where he encountered a mysterious girl trapped in that same day for an indeterminate amount of time. ...In 1600, John Dee, advisor to the glorious Queen Elizabeth I, obtained the "Book of God's Speech," which contained 49 charts known as the "Great Charts." The first chart was attributed to Christ, the first 18 represented the first six days of creation, and the last 30 represented the "Thirty Heavens" on the seventh day of creation, when God visited Earth. In 1888, the secret society "Golden Dawn" was founded, redrawing the "Great Charts" in an attempt to glimpse the secrets of "God." In 202X, Qin Zichu believed he might become one of them...

The world is divided into two layers.

Yan Jing, who was pulled into the treacherous and absurd

back world copy to become a player, decided to solve the

problem from the root:

If you don't want to be killed by weirdo, you have to become

a weirdo first.

With the [Weird Life Role-playing Game] system, Yan Jing played them, gradually understood them, and finally became

them and took over their lives.

Yes, weird people also have their own lives.

They have their own interpersonal relationships, their own

daily life, and the murderer who killed them.

"The mysterious cameraman in the strange city"

"The dejected young master of the grotesque Republic of China period"

"The cat boss on the cybo street"...

Every weirdo has his own unfinished story.

"Kingdom Calendar 1945:" "My name is Eli Holmes. I used to be a healthy and sunny game planner, and now I'm the High Priest of the Church of Destiny." "Every day I maintain a good sleep schedule. After waking up, I enjoy a relaxing glass of milk and a five-minute run. Even the God of Death praises my good health." "In my spare time, I do good deeds and accumulate virtue, thus building up a good reputation in the capital." Gazing out the window at the distant view, Eli wrote in his diary, lamenting the ease of retirement. [The sinister and cunning Eli surveyed the empire's landscape, pondering, as if plotting one cruel plan after another to achieve his unparalleled ambitions.] "As you can see, I can still hear the narration, but it always slanders me." Eli rubbed his brow in distress, closed his diary, and waved to the...

Zhou You originally thought his life would be utterly ordinary.

An ordinary birth, an ordinary upbringing, ordinary studies… and then an utterly ordinary death from a terminal illness.

Until he came across an equally plain-looking black book.

From then on, “ordinary” stepped into the realm of the “extraordinary.”

The inescapable Building No. 4, the eerie old street, the Flesh Abomination singing the Ascension Opera, indescribable resurrected beings…

Each script is a profound nightmare, yet every nightmare is also a chance at survival…

The candlelight flares, illuminating a tiny temple. The grotesque descends, and the curtain of the story rises once more.

—So then, welcome to the Grotesque Game!

[Thriller Dungeon + Profession System + Overachieving NPCs + Live Streaming + Daily Life Flow] Jiang Ye’s daily routine revolves around work, study, and more work. One day, during class, he’s pulled into a thrilling game world and awakens a unique talent for mastering all professions. However, his professional skills seem a bit… peculiar. Starting with the profession "Small-Town Problem Solver," he gains the ability to make choices for ghosts. [A tricky situation appears before you, make a choice!] (Sadako lunges at you, she—) [A. Wants to tear apart the unfaithful dog of a man in front of her.] [B. Ties him up and whips him relentlessly until death.] [C. Suddenly feels inspired and decides to…] Jiang Ye picks C. From that day on, the entire thriller world’s vibe takes a bizarre turn. Chef, teacher, barber, doctor—each profession comes with its own unique skills. The teacher’s assigned homework must be completed, and places cleaned by the janitor stay spotless automatically. Jiang “Workaholic” Ye: “Honestly, I didn’t start this trend of overachieving in the thriller world!” …Much later, after climbing the ranks and becoming a high-level figure in the thriller world, Jiang Ye points at the ghost NPCs and lectures, “Let’s be real, as professional employees, can’t you act a bit more professional?” Ghost NPC A: “Who gets it? I just want to slack off and coast through my days! Who the heck brought this workaholic king in here?!” Ghost NPC B: “Run! That overachiever is back to revolutionize the industry again!” [How I turned the thriller world into a daily professional life and made the ghost NPCs work harder than ever.]

Reborn as a mosquito? A system where you become stronger by sucking blood?

Chu Sheng was a little silent about this opening.

I've turned into a mosquito, how strong can I become?

But anyway, I have to give it a try...

Chu Sheng randomly flew into a room, and unexpectedly there was a gorgeous girl inside.

Good! Just suck her!

…

Gu Yuexi, an emperor-level beastmaster and empress of the human race!

In her previous life, she didn’t start the beast taming journey until she was sixty years old, and the first beast she contracted was only of low-level bloodline, which led to an unstable foundation and its death in the heavenly calamity.

When she was reborn at the age of eighteen, she must become a beastmaster as soon as possible!

She spent all her money to buy a demon beast with high-level bloodline and prepared the blood contract ceremony!

Just as she was about to sign a blood pact with the monster, a mosquito flew onto her leg and sucked a mouthful of her blood!

“…”

"My name is Gu Yuexi. I seem to be useless in this life..."

Tags: Horror Aesthetics, Anti Hero (Loyal to his bottom line), Urban Supernatural, Strong from the Start

Dismemberment by a haunted doll with a chainsaw.

A red-clothed ghost taking lives at the airport.

A ten-mile street crawling with spirits.

The dead rising inside a crematorium.

Corpses running amok in an abandoned hospital...

These aren’t my experiences — they’re the stories I’ve written.

My name is Yang Ning, heir to the Spirit Gate and a professional Spirit Descender. I deal in spirit-linked dolls — the kind that can actually manifest ghosts.

Now, wrapped in malevolent spirits and followed by over a hundred red-clothed ghosts, I’ve returned from Hell to the world of the living...

To bring this world a grand and terrifying feast.