Gather supplies and seek power in an endless and bizarre apocalyptic world, and escape before it awakens! Hush! Do not alert the observer! Do not look the observer in the eye! Do not let the observer know—you know of its existence! ... "Pollution is both a power and a curse." "The eight types of pollution intermingle to create a nearly infinite number of pollution paths." "But the end of each path is madness." Five stages of pollution: Whispering (less than 10%): Initially polluted, you may occasionally hear hallucinations and have weak abilities. Resonance (10% to 20%): Pollution deepens, hallucinations intensify, and abilities steadily manifest. Etching (20% to 30%): Pollution begins to permanently alter your mind and body, and the cost becomes apparent. Dominant (30% to 40%): One or more types of pollution become the primary characteristics of your personality and physical body, and...

"An alchemist who can't cook doesn't make a good cult leader."

Traveling through another world with the [Forge of Destiny], Horn discovered that this world was even crazier than he had imagined.

The high sun has been split, the gods who judged history have gone away, monsters breed in the shadows, and malice comes from beyond the world.

Esotericism, Apprentice, Strange Objects, Dream World, Secret History, Worms, Si Chen.

Eight principles, seven marks, invisible secrets, great knowledge, the path to ascension.

At first, Horn just wanted to save his life, until -

You burned [forbidden knowledge] and gained [multifaceted teachings]

You transformed the [Flesh and Blood Altar] and obtained the [Biological Energy Engine]

[You cooked [Piercing Toxin] and gained [Poison Immunity]]

You rebuilt the [Abandoned Castle],...

[No system + no heroine + villain + madman + darkness + decisive killing] My name is Shi Qian, an ordinary office worker, and my hobby is creating some "little art". Of course, I have another name, you can call me - Prisoner

Welcome to the world of "fairy tales," where a blood moon hangs high and a curse gnaws at the earth. The sugar coating of the fairy tale has long since peeled off, leaving only the stench of bones and burnt sulfur. You were once a traveler from another world, now a prisoner of nightmares. The thorns of the Silver Soul Church pierce the sky, the devil's ice mirror freezes the soul, and the witch's curse crushes innocence to dust. Here, a match ignites not hope, but a city-burning inferno; a magic lamp promises not a wish, but a pact of flesh and blood. Grip your demon-slaying sword tightly and load your six enchantment cartridges...

(No American comics, DC superheroes, or time-travel content) Wade, with the ability [Gas Control], codenamed Cyclone, is considered the most obedient superhero by the Vought Corporation. Unbeknownst to everyone, every handshake, every humanitarian aid he performs, every hair, skin flakes, and even blood samples from heroes, are being quietly captured by his second, hidden ability: [Gene Extraction]. Using superpowers for show and profit? To uphold a nebulous justice? What a waste! His goal is to analyze countless superpower genes and formulate the strongest and most stable superpower potion. He'll establish his own company, making superpowers less exclusive, so that ordinary people can possess them with a single injection... While so-called superheroes, idiots, and humans continue to scheming against each other, Wade has set his sights on the vast starry sky. ...It all started with that one entrance interview at Godokin University.

A love letter from the past, a classical game, usher in a bizarre cyberworld; a sea of ​​electronics, a mirror planet, a cloud of doubt behind the illusion of prosperity; a dark age, hidden for a thousand years, demons roam rampant beneath the veil of paradise; foolishness and blindness, billions of glories, for whom are the songs of the past quietly played? A flirtatious man from Zurich, holding a double PhD in geophysics from the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology; a rising star in the European piano world, living in Vienna; a gray ghost, a hacker, wandering the cybercity despite low blood sugar; a world-weary and aloof daughter of a prominent family, a high school sophomore, running away from home and exiling herself; the curtain rises on a mad era, and the believer Hearn, combing her hair, holds up a black umbrella, steps into the rain curtain of time...

Current Progress: Fourth War (Manned Spaceflight) → Original Millennium Holy Grail War (Historical Choice Prerequisite) → South American Amazon (Alien Impact on Earth's Ecosystem) → Clock Tower (Developing Self-Power). After losing a fierce karate bout to Nitou Car, Xing Qingjiu awakens to find himself transported to the Type-Moon world. There, he encounters a Servant who calls himself the Messiah—why would a Servant who calls himself the Messiah be a science major? Why would someone skip the Holy Grail War to go to the moon? Researching the nature of the soul... Wait, let me do it? I'll tackle cutting-edge issues? Okay, I'll win! "It's precisely because I can't touch them that they sparkle, and it makes my heart flutter," said Xing Qingqiu, who had just returned to Earth from low-Earth orbit. "The sparkle that once seemed unreachable to me even if I wanted to touch it is now within my reach, and it still sparkles." "I have a future I want to touch, a world I want to change, and ideals I want to realize." "There are so many unknowns waiting for me to explore ahead. As my teacher leads me into the door of a new world, all I see are stars."

A mysterious force descends upon Earth, randomly selecting "lucky people" to enter the world of horror games.

The abnormal Xu Yuan became a lucky guy. In the horror game, he faced the fear that other players avoided because his body was mutating and becoming even more terrifying.

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?"