“The Black Wings have left their mark on my body, and I am able to raise their followers. From now on, crows will always be by my side. Their strength grows day by day, and I will rise higher and higher with them.” -

"To the Black Feathered Hour" by Anonymous

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After traveling to Britain in the late 19th century, it seems that I have gained the ability to enslave crows, and the stronger the crows are, the more powerful I am!

Wait, this isn't Daying?

magic? What kind of unscientific stuff is this? Vampire, werewolf? What kind of fantasy stuff is this?

Forget it, does this prevent me from opening a detective agency?

The beautiful British-style detective is here! Get out of the way!

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※No male protagonist, female protagonist warning; some coc and Wod worldviews are integrated, mainly made up by me.

"A qualified gunner should have strong enough fire coverage capabilities."

"So the caliber of my fort is three thousand meters, which is very reasonable."

After a grand fireworks display, Chen Jiang looked at the shocked eyes of passers-by and said this seriously.

…

When all races were thrown into a world and began to fight, a world in which survival was the main theme began.

In the dead of night, in an office building, programmer Lin Yun, with huge dark circles under his eyes, was relentlessly typing away at his keyboard. He hadn't slept for three days and three nights. He was utterly exhausted from trying to finish this PowerPoint presentation before tomorrow's meeting. Just as he took a sip of coffee, intending to rouse himself to continue the "battle," a sharp pain suddenly shot through his heart.

With a muffled groan, Lin Yun collapsed onto the desk. "Damn capitalists! I..." These were his last thoughts before his consciousness faded.

I am not here to save you, nor to guide you to the right path. I just want to be the sole king of this small country.

By the way, enjoy the luxury of capitalism and the taste of various beauties and female idols.

That year I woke up from underground, with the earth as my blanket and silence as my sleep.

A few years later,

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A group of monsters from the mountains came to meet me, and I sat alone on the tower to spend the night.

In the celestial empire, during the ninth year of the Mandate of Heaven,

Chaos reigns across the land, and the people suffer.

The royal governance collapses, and western barbarians with their pantheon of gods invade.

New warlords arise, claiming territories; the Taiping rebels wreak havoc, leading to widespread misery.

Calamities like floods, droughts, earthquakes, sandstorms, tornadoes, acid rain, blood moons, and meteor falls occur in succession.

Countless demons roam, strange beings thrive, spirits mingle with the inexplicable, and mysterious phenomena arise.

In these dark and tumultuous times, Tao Qian opens his eyes to find himself about to be beheaded at the vegetable market...

Lee Jung-hyun travels across the Peninsula and finds himself kidnapped and trapped at the West Ice Hotel. By chance, he assumes his prosecutor brother's identity, embarking on his career as a prosecutor. He unexpectedly awakens a daily intelligence system and, relying on its intelligence, escapes the control of organized crime bosses. He becomes a nightmare for chaebols and a nemesis for lawmakers, gradually taking control of his own destiny and ascending to the pinnacle of power. [Intel 1: A police file on Lee Ja-sung, an undercover agent for the New World Kinmen Group] [Intel 2: Evidence of tax evasion by a popular female celebrity] [Intel 3: The president of IM Technology is suspected of leaking state secrets] [Intel 4: A video of Han Kang-sik stealing the prosecutor general's concubine] [Intel 5: A hidden vault worth $30 million in a suburban villa in Seoul] He is the Peninsula's most upright celebrity prosecutor, a crime nemesis across the Peninsula! He's also the dream lover of countless female celebrities in the entertainment industry. The story of a humble individual rising to power! PS: Prosecutors, celebrities, and a harem—positive energy, a delightful read!

Live fortune telling + ghost hunting + entertainment circle + no CP

This story is purely fictional. Any similarity is purely coincidental!

During filming, Zhong Li was drowned and replaced by the Xuanjie Patriarch Zhong Li. To pay off the original owner's debt, he started a live fortune-telling broadcast.

It’s fine for netizens to ask someone for directions, but why are all kinds of ghosts and gods joining in the fun?

Netizen: "Master, are Feng Minmin and I destined to be together?"

Zhong Li: What a bad fate! You broke someone's prosthesis twice and turned Mount Everest into an airport in a second. It's all your fault.

Netizen: "Host, I'm so tired every day, what's going on?"

Zhong Li: I'd be surprised if I wasn't tired. Even Ximen Qing would have been ripped apart if he was haunted by a ghost! People are avoiding cemeteries, yet you're still rushing to burn incense for ghosts. Who else should I go after if not you?

Netizen: "Host, why do I always feel like someone is watching me while I'm sleeping?"

Zhong Li: There is a dried-up person in the bed where you sleep, grinding his teeth and farting on top of you every day. People are dissatisfied with him.

My online colleagues: You have violated the rules of survival in the Xuanjie and ruined everyone's jobs. You will become the public enemy of the Xuanjie.

Zhong Li: Come on! Didn't I just expose your scam as a charlatan? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll send you a few ghosts to play with you until dawn.

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.