Upon waking, Zhang Wei found himself standing in a gloomy Japanese-style mansion. The good news was: he had transmigrated, and in a completely different way—a "transmigration" where he was physically inhabited, so he didn't have to worry about impersonating someone else. The bad news was: he had transmigrated to the world of *Infinite Terror*, and his first mission was the Central Continent Team's first supernatural dungeon—*Ju-on*. Here, Zhang Wei had no legendary divine enhancements, no acquired bloodline skills; he was just an unarmed ordinary person. Here, veterans told him that those afflicted by the curse were doomed, and all of them had been cursed from the moment they arrived. Faced with ghosts that defied scientific explanation, avoidance was futile, and resistance was powerless. Here, there were no cheat codes; even surviving the first day was a luxury. Zhang Wei's Infinite Terror...

[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 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?"