God is dead and hell is empty.

Five times, six hearts.

Seven killed, eight sides to come.

Nine fears are destroyed, and there is nothing.

In a man's skin,

A red candle at night.

Be careful, there is no one in front.

Humans don't need to pay for the sins committed in a game, right~

So,

In reality, I'm timid and obedient; in the game, I strike with a heavy fist.

In reality, I abide by the law and love peace; in the game, no grass grows where I tread, and rivers of blood flow.

Originally,

There shouldn't have been any problem,

Until the game timeline overlapped with reality, and I actually inherited the extremely evil organization I created in the game...

[Iron Eater]: Feed on iron, and you can draw power from the essence it contains.

[Blood Frenzy]: All your attributes multiply as your health drops. If your base stats are high enough, then with a sliver of health, you might even slay a god.

[Feast]: The blood of your kind gives off an irresistible fragrance. Devour them, and you shall gain eternal life~

[Flesh + Bones + Doomsday Disaster + Lovecraftian Survival + Civilization Graveyard]

When the mist descended and aberrant horrors howled outside the windows, all players cowered in crumbling shelters, trembling. But Bai Yi found himself teleported right onto the face of the deity "Endless Flesh," witnessing the terrifying feast of the flesh planet being devoured by something even more monstrous—the splattered fragments of flesh and bone that rained down became his only beginner's gift.

Some used mystical seeds to upgrade their shelters, striving to cultivate a World Tree. Others fused theirs with eldritch idols, attempting to establish a Great Cult. And some utilized remnants of lost technology to fortify their shelters, hoping to resist the calamity with science.

Bai Yi, however, fused his shelter with endlessly proliferating flesh and bone.

On the day of its evolution, newly formed bone plates structured themselves into a honeycomb-like support system within the fleshy walls, their surfaces covered in a translucent membrane that revealed the pulsating network of veins beneath. The ceiling sprouted rib-like skeletal rings, while the floor was overgrown with writhing flesh, from which occasional tentacles slithered out.

"Can this... really still be called a shelter?"

Staring at the fully transformed, flesh-and-bone abomination of a refuge, Bai Yi gulped.

[Note: The protagonist's strength remains within the top tier, not overwhelmingly beyond others. This is not a lighthearted story.]

Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance.

It was a weird club that sold strange items and with a servant girl that had 300 years of working experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club to exchange anything precious they own for what they want. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Every successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little.

“Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.”

As thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss.

When I woke up, I appeared at an altitude of more than a thousand meters.

This is the top of a towering stone pillar.

How did I get up?

How should I get down?

Help!

Unfortunately, not only would help not arrive, but this would also be the start of an endless nightmare!

Follow Li Teng’s nightmarish adventure as he tries to survive on a 1,000-meter stone pillar, with only a bed and his wits!

“Extreme weather phenomena? Bring it on!”

“My abductors want me to participate in gruesome films in which 1 in 8 people have to die? I shall emerge victorious!”

“Want me to die? Not so easy!”