A fanfiction about the Mysterious Lord, focusing on the Hunter Order. Updates are irregular; please refrain from criticism if you don't like it. Respectfully yours, Luo Wei transmigrates into the unfinished novel, *Lord of Mysteries*, in the fifth era nearing the end of the world. She shares the stage with the protagonist, facing the frustrating yet unchangeable Hunter Order… As the plot unfolds, what choices will she make? Death or retreat, that is the question. QQ Group: 742455339

There is currently no female lead, the protagonist is not a saint, and there is no system. Miles, carrying the spark of ambition, transmigrates into a mysterious world, meets Klein, joins the Tarot Club, and lets his ambition shine in the mystery... What kind of legend will he create in this world? (The first few chapters have some minor issues; it is recommended to start reading from chapter ten onwards.)

[Strange Tales of Rules + Thrillers & Mysteries + National Fate + Live Streaming + No Romance + Original Script + Character with Growth Development + Mysterious Fanfiction]

Two years ago, strange rules and legends enveloped the planet Earth, initiating a game of national destiny.

The chosen ones of each country are closely tied to the fate of their nation, and victory brings generous rewards and national fortune enhancements such as increased life expectancy.

Failure is accompanied by death and the arrival of the bizarre, engulfing all living beings, and the nation's fortunes decline until its demise.

The Dragon Kingdom has suffered three consecutive defeats. Strange disasters are occurring frequently within the country, and numerous enemy nations abroad are preparing to dismantle this ancient civilization that has been powerful for thousands of years.

Lu Ze was chosen as the Chosen One of the Dragon Kingdom and was preparing to turn the tide when a mysterious person suddenly stole his one-in-a-million SS-level ability.

Amidst widespread lamentation within the country and encirclement by foreign powers, Lu Ze unexpectedly awakens the Mysterious Lord Simulation System.

You are a master of strange rules, I am the master of mysteries.

The ghost story setting is based on the background of Lord of Mysteries.

Wushan Mental Sanatorium

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"The sequence is indeed powerful, but every step is like walking on thin ice; it's too manipulative. Do you have a simpler yet more powerful extraordinary power you could recommend?" "Yes, brother, yes, have you heard of Adaptive Evolution?" "You're right, but that's Adaptive Evolution. It ignores the path, ignores madness. As long as you practice, you'll become stronger; as long as you don't die, you can adapt to everything. Once evolution starts, it's like...ahhh!!!" "What madness? What loss of control? I don't understand. I thought it was the second form? Talk to my Adaptive Evolution." "I forgot the beginning, I forgot the end, I forgot the middle, anyway, we're all trying our best to live!" "I've tried so hard, how are you still alive?" Awakening from the deep sea, Skardin opened his eyes to this world: the steel behemoths of the old world spewed thick smoke, sweeping across like a torrent under the emperor's command...

(Lord of Mysteries fanfiction, no female lead, wrong path) "If you only had one day left to live, what would you do?" When the transmigrator opened his eyes and found a monocle embedded in his right eye, he realized something was wrong with this transmigration. He had become an Extraordinary through an "wrong" path, a Sequence Seven "Deciphering Scholar." But what did it mean that there was a countdown made of gray mist on his wrist? The moment the countdown reached zero, Nimrod suddenly understood what this countdown represented. Good news: The gray mist wool he obtained from the transmigration allowed him to exploit a bug to travel back and forth between Tingen in 1349 and Kordu in 1358. Bad news: Kordu. Now he had to tear up Ince Zangwill's script in 1349, scheme against Amon, and become a godfather of the occult garbage dump with the Celestial in 1358, searching for hope for survival in a hopeless future. Faced with the God of Deception in front and the devastating natural disaster behind, Nimrod's answer was: "...Hehe, I must survive!"...In the year 1368, at the end of July, Mr. "Mistake" announced: "Hello, fellow diviners. What I'm going to do next is change the Spirit Insect into a pink cat head."

When Zhou Ming woke up, he had become Zhou Ming Everett, a third-rate novelist in Backlund. He thought he had simply transmigrated into the world of the famous novel "Lord of Mysteries" and only wanted to rely on his "original work fan" advantage to survive in this dangerous world.

However, he soon discovered that his transmigration was not accidental. Deep within his soul slumbered a terrifying essence incompatible with this world—he was a fallen Outer God, the largest fragment of consciousness of the "Serpent of Narrative and End." Those seemingly coincidental inspirations and the words that flowed from his pen were not a cheat code, but rather the unconscious resurgence of his own authority.

"Two months..." He whispered to himself, his breath instantly shredded by the cold wind. He had been thrown into this familiar yet unfamiliar world a full sixty days later than his "kindred," Klein Moretti. It felt familiar because he had read the thick epic that depicted this world; it felt unfamiliar because when the words transformed into icy reality, and every breath carried the frantic whispers of Beyonder characteristics, the experience was completely different.

Yang Chen transmigrated into the world of Lord of Mysteries, and even more so, into the body of Welch, who died at the very beginning. Welch, rising from his grave, opened his eyes, only to find everything distorted before him… In the eastern district of Backlund, a dark knight lurked in the night: Bats terrified me, and I will make my enemies fear me just as much. Across the seas, rampant pirates laughed loudly: Those who wish to follow me must abandon their lives to follow me. On the battlefield of Fussack, a mad artist chanted softly: I bloom amidst slaughter, like a flower at dawn.

The time traveler Fang Yan woke up from the gray fog and obtained a sequence path outside the twenty-two sequence paths - Nuo, and mastered the corresponding unique "Face of Purification" and the source material "Niche of Purification", becoming the recovering Nuo god.

"The scourge exile from eternity."

"The patron saint of sacrifices and shamanic dances."

"The Lord of Nuo, who exorcises evil and purifies the plague."

Would you like to see a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom?

In the kingdom of the goddess of night, eternal flowers bloom; she is a relic of antiquity.

"Because that is the earliest sprout of my humanity, that's why I choose you."

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"bug".

The syllables his father gave him when he named him.

Praise mistakes.

...But when his father named him this, did he really feel a sense of praise for "mistake"?

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Light is the meaning of everything.

So life, ah, is bitter as a song.

"Go and push open that door."

"Welcome to the place promised by God..."

"A World of Light".

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"I did not betray Silver City!"

The Hanged Man signifies sacrifice.

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"As long as you open the door for me when the time comes."

"Don't save me! Don't save me!"

The door opened, and the wrong person stood in front of it.

The former King of Angels retreated back into darkness without even seeing the day.

"……good."

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The emperor's eldest daughter could recreate the fairy tale, but when the fairy tale actually came true, she saw someone sitting on a high throne.

"Seal me."

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"A happy ending would be for all the bad guys to die. Including you... and me too."

The witch smiled and wrote the ending of the story with ink stained with filthy darkness.

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The ball has begun.

A man with a slightly receding hairline danced the opening dance with a psychic wearing glamorous makeup.

Old friends reunited and raised their glasses in celebration.

"There is no madness here."

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"justice."

"I choose justice."

This is what Backlund's most dazzling gem says.

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"He is the Lord's wrath."

Waiting for the day when the war will be over