Zhou Mo sat on a park bench with a cup of milk tea, his mind empty as he pondered over something crucial for a man who had just traveled through time. When would he die? And... who stole his brain? The murderer was very unethical. It was understandable that he dug out his brain, but taking away his eyes as well was too much. So Zhou Mo planned to retrieve his brain before he died completely.

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!”

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.

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.

[No system, no wish-fulfillment elements, no harem, no saintly figures; brain-teasing, intellectually challenging, locked-room mystery, and deduction.]

Chen Ran was a good person; he went to hell.

This is the Hell of Tongue-Pulling, where lying is forbidden, so everyone lies.

Due to differing philosophies on deception, two major alliances emerged.

The Liar Killers Alliance: Instant kill if you lie.

The Liars: Turning Lies into Truth.

A beginner's tutorial with a near 100% death rate, an insane matchmaking system, a bizarre feast, a war between two alliances, a hellish escape, where evil people who come to hell will use various means to deceive each other into lying.

Chen Ran had many speculations about hell.

Virtual world?

A world of gods?

The spiritual world?

As he eliminates one answer after another, the mystery of hell is gradually being unveiled...

[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.]

The sky and the earth are infinitesimal as a grain, and a life of peace is like the sea.

Lu Heng, who crossed over to the other world, found himself transformed into a huge white wolf, a mountain God of a remote mountain with a group of villagers under his rule.

In this strange and wild world, demons and giant beasts run rampant, and human order is almost non-existent.

These, however, are not what Lu Heng needs to think about. What he needs to think about now is how to tell this group of villagers that he does not need little girls.

Besides, he actually doesn’t want to be a God anymore…

Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world.

"Does this mean that I will become a monster?"

In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful by faith.

"Then I am a god!"

In ancient times, they were regarded as feared by demons and fed on fear.

"I will become the master of ghost stories!"

But under the scouring of the torrent of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of text that were regarded as nonsense.

"It is my duty to recast the glory of ghost stories."

But you're not a weirdo, well, you're not human either.

"Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster."

Xu Qing woke up to find himself turned into a Zombie.

Zombies do not die; their life is endless, yet they suffer from the lack of a method to evolve and ascend!

Facing a chaotic era where ceremonies and music collapse, and demons and strange creatures emerge endlessly, Xu Qing chooses to remain under the radar and becomes the most inconspicuous Corpse Driver in the shadowy profession of corpse craftsman, earning various rewards by performing rites for the dead each day.

Be it folk arts, innumerable professions, or the nation's destiny and heaven's will, gods, ghosts, and the extraordinary, Xu Qing hides within a shop, mastering them all.

Watching clouds rise and fall, witnessing the dynasties change and old acquaintances fade; with eyes opening and closing, witnessing the vicissitudes of life, thousands upon thousands of years, my form remains unchanged, eventually becoming an eternal name among the immortals!

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[Alternative Longevity Stream, Folklore and Anomalies, Management Daily, Steady Cultivation]