[Darkness + Behind the Scenes + Sequence + Revenge + Terror Resurgence]

In this defiled and evil world, hell is now empty.

In the year 404 of the New Calendar, financial cliques held sway, and the Federation remained inactive.

The world is corrupt and the law is unjust.

Those in power, who wield divine punishment, are arrogant, extravagant, licentious, and cruel.

The lower classes suffer from hunger and cold, their lives as insignificant as grass.

As a forensic doctor, Chen Mo has seen too many wronged souls, but the corrupt system prevents justice from ever being served.

Until that day, he pulled back the white sheet in the dissection room—his younger sister, who had grown up in the orphanage, was reduced to a pile of twisted fragments.

In a pool of blood, his sister's phone was soaked in blood, the screen displaying a birthday greeting video she had recorded for him.

Having awakened to Sequence 1 [Writer], Chen Mo finally broke his silence.

Using the stories I write as a medium, I want to make my voice heard to the world!

Chapter 001 - The Door-Knocking Ghost

Chapter 002 - The Pig-Man

Chapter 003 - The Ghost Bride

...

With each new story, a bizarre creature is born! They follow established rules and distort the laws of the world!

Years later, as Chen Mo was about to advance from Sequence 1 [Writer] to Sequence 0 [Creator], when interviewed by the Federation of Foundations, he simply wrote down the title of the final chapter—

Humanity is like prison

"Since the world has become so corrupt, let it be reborn!"

"An eye for an eye, a life for a life!"

"Let terror reignite, let the world become a prison!"

When the unpredictable Old Ones awakened, bringing their black mist and crimson moon, the world plunged into an eternal night of decadence. Less than 10% of humanity remained, huddled in the steam-belching Brass City. They exploited the Destiny Dimension to enter horrific dungeons and acquire extraordinary powers, yet they lingered on, on the brink of extinction. Then, the writer stepped forward. "Only the Old Ones can defeat the Old Ones!" Li En, a pink, oval-shaped cell cluster, consulted his diary, his two tiny tentacles alternating in front as he pondered deeply. "So, this is why I was summoned here?"

"Don't go out after dark. There have been a lot of fake people showing up in the city lately," my brother—the infamous Rainy Night Butcher—warned with a serious expression.

"Your brother's right," Mom—the Original Fake Person—nodded with concern.

"Bro, can you pick me up after school? I’m a little scared." My little sister blinked at him. But in truth, she was an A-Rank Hero from the Hero Association.

"Your brother’s just recovered from a serious illness. Let him rest at home, I’ll go get you." My older sister, the Captain of the Night Watch from the Special Operations Bureau, took on the task.

Qiao Qingshan, who knew all his family’s identities, said nothing—he just kept fiddling with his phone.

And so, my peaceful daily life began...

"Due to the recent outbreak of fake person incidents, we interrupt this program to bring you an emergency notice from the Special Operations Bureau."

1. Fake people often take over the bodies of those who’ve just recovered from serious illnesses by using a technique called 'soul possession.' If someone who has just recovered begins acting strangely, pay close attention.

2. There are no such things as 'transmigrators' in this world. Anyone claiming to be a 'transmigrator' can be immediately classified as a fake person.

3. Fake people who claim to be 'transmigrators' are considered extremely dangerous. Do not trust any information they provide, including but not limited to emotional expressions, identity claims, or cries for help.

Faced with the suspicious looks from his family, Qiao Qingshan could only sigh.

Alright then... so much for my peaceful daily life.

[Creation + Weird + Player + Multidimensional + SCP + Backroom + Cthulhu]

At first, everyone thought it was just a highly realistic game, until the blood moon rose in San Francisco that day, and humanity recalled the fear of being ruled by a strange force...

The protagonist Lin Hui is the will of the world. He creates weirdness to terrify life, thereby gaining the fright value to create more weirdness, and begins to continuously strengthen his divinity, from the original God of Fun to becoming the unspeakable Azathoth.

During this period, he created the game "Age of Ashes", from being scared at first to being the one to scare others after the emergence of "I am the weird", which opened the fourth disaster of the weird flow.

Covering self-created weirdness, SCP, back room, Eastern and Western horror stories, Cthulhu mythology and other content

This is my first time writing a novel, so it's not very long. Please point out any mistakes, and remember to leave a comment after reading it!

When someone with the means of thievery arrives in a strange world, who is the hunter and who is the prey?

When I was Sequence Nine, I didn't mind if you called me Xiaozhou, but now I'm Sequence Four, what should you call me?

Sorry, I answered incorrectly, but there's still a reward: a pair of monocles.

From now on, please call me the King of Angels, "Amon".

[Highway Survival + Upgrading Supplies + Ruthless + Sequence + Bizarre]

The apocalypse has arrived, natural disasters are frequent, eerie paths have appeared, and the former prosperity has turned to dust.

The Bizarre cannot be killed; only the Sequence can deal with it.

In order to survive, humanity has no choice but to flee.

During his escape, Ye Fan awakened the upgrade and synthesis system, and his old, secondhand bicycle was heavily modified and put on the road.

Not daring to linger for even a moment, those unkillable monsters relentlessly pursued humanity...

He is a former sixth-ranking executive officer of the Fools, now a wandering dark general under the command of the god of wisdom, Buyer, who failed to eliminate himself by jumping into the World Tree and was left to labor reform in Sumeru. He is currently in the midst of a great journey.

Even without the Vision in the New World, the Wanderer, as a god-created doll, was practically invincible; anything but an Elite Four member was a piece of cake. The doll, already free of any ties, had no obsession with returning to Teyvat, though he didn't know when he would ever repay the historical sins he owed. The Wanderer sighed; he certainly didn't want that little white thing constantly yelling at him about "escaping from prison."

The New World is very small. Apart from the country that is similar to the Inazuma culture, there are only a few other remote places similar to Mondstadt Fontaine that can be visited. Moreover, the number of murders in this world in a day is more than the number of experimental subjects consumed by Dottore in a day!

A wanderer who inadvertently thwarted a murder attracted the attention of a strange organization whose members all used codenames and had no official name. As the organization approached him for recruitment, the wanderer had a premonition that if he stayed with them and waited for their destruction, he could return to Teyvat. Looking at the black box emitting electronic sounds before him, the wanderer agreed to the invitation from the man who called himself "Rum."

The wanderer had assumed this lousy organization couldn't be worse than the Fatui, but he was wrong... he'd overestimated them. At least the Fatui weren't useless!

P.S.: Brother Liu will absolutely not become a test subject, absolutely not! Brother Liu belongs to neither the black nor the red side, Brother Liu is free!

[The God of Drama Path + Sequence Potions + Not a wish-fulfillment story + Role-playing + Steampunk style + Slow burn + Cthulhu elements]

This is a world shrouded in fear and madness.

When everyone is worshipping gods, the ceremonial deity masquerades as a "god".

At first, it was just about survival.

But he soon discovered that in this world,

God is not the only source of madness, and humans are not much more normal than God!

Some repent in pools of blood, while others praise hypocrisy amidst flames.

Some people treat killing as a faith, while others treat prayer as a performance.

Feng Dian used disguise, deception, performance, and manipulation to gradually turn the idol into his own "mask."

Thus, among the gods to whom all beings prayed, an unnamed being appeared—

"The God of Drama," the god of magic who weaves nightmares, the embodiment of lies and deception.

He is not a god, but he is more terrifying than a god.

He said, "Since faith is a performance, then I will take control of this show."

[Bungo Stray Dogs fanfiction + short story + romance + OOC warning + immature writing style, free-flowing, slice-of-life plot, the protagonist will not be part of the original story, it's a fanfiction with many original characters, please don't read if you mind, and you can get the general style from the synopsis] Self-introduction: I am an assassin. After all, in a dangerous world overflowing with superpowers and guns, isn't it normal to be an assassin? By the way, my performance is 100%, and I still have the professional ethics of an assassin. I can't call myself the number one assassin, but I can barely be the number two? After all, my main job can't support my living expenses, so I can only occasionally do side jobs to maintain my precarious life. Serious synopsis: Me (without blushing or skipping a beat): "I'm a law-abiding citizen." "..." Would a normal person introduce themselves like that? After several years of assassin experience, I unexpectedly joined the Armed Detective Agency after a day trip to the military and police, becoming a member. It feels good, except my wallet hurts. Everyone: "Isn't this your own fault?" I can't refute it: I'm overwhelmed with sadness. Later, the conspiracy known as "The Book" fell on my head. I'm so annoyed: I've already told you I have nothing to do with the book, but you just won't believe me. Thumbs up, six. And then… I can't spoil any more!!! Attention!!! This isn't a fictional story; the main character is female. CP: Hmm, forget it, I'm too incompetent to write romance. (Originally it was Dazai.) Let's go with a friendship story. Also, proceed with caution before jumping in.

SCPS suddenly appeared, and world order collapsed overnight.

Guns are ineffective, science is dead, and monsters roam freely.

Only Lin Ce knows the truth and the rules behind all of this.

He activated the [SCP Foundation Role-Playing System], starting from an underground bunker, to bring the name of this fictional organization into reality.

When he, playing the "site manager," confronts the twisted things in Tokyo Bay;

When he played the role of a "shadow agent," he moved freely between intelligence agencies of various countries;

When he plays the "O5 Congressman," he decides the direction of civilization from behind the scenes...

The world was horrified to discover that this foundation, which had appeared out of nowhere, had already taken control of everything.

And he is about to reshape the rules for this disqualified world.

Control, contain, protect. Forever.