Autumn of 1840.

The world is like a whale floating up, igniting a fire in the eyes of the boy.

A letter from more than ten miles away, a traveler from a foreign land, and several wonderful and fantastic stories.

Ritualists, strange objects, alien species, invisible techniques;

Cursed secret texts, pointy-eared cats and dragons, little people under the floor, castles walking in dreams;

Science and mystery, fantasy and reality.

The boy tapped his cane, staggered with the times, and his black hair flew and melted in the laughter behind him:

"Those who are against us are bad guys!"

The monsters said.

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This book is also known as: "The end of mysticism is probably afternoon tea", "My sect members are not quite right"

Keywords: Victorian fantasy, mysticism, esotericism, cat people's daily life

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【Welcome to the weird game】

[As long as you clear the dungeon, you will get everything you want, wealth, power, health... everything]

In the thirty-sixth year since the advent of the strange game, Qiss was pulled into the dungeon by the Lord God.

Gray fog and yellow clouds cover the sky, ghosts and monsters roam the streets, towering dead trees rise from the ground, and skeletons and carrion pile up everywhere.

This is not reality, there is no such thing as morality and conscience; this is not chaos, there are laws and rules that cannot be disobeyed.

Qisi took a look at the rules and found a lot of loopholes that could be exploited.

(This book is also known as "I Will Dominate the Weird" and "I Will Steal Gods in Weird Games")

——Wenqing version (not speaking human language version) Copywriting——

The rules feed on the gods, and the gods sacrifice all living beings.

The strange game is the snare, and the mysterious resurgence is the medium.

Under the cold fig leaf is an indescribable horror.

Not wanting to be controlled by fate, Si Qi jumped out of his shackles.

Tear apart morality and dance alone on the border between black and white; break away from the rules and build your own throne.

He is not a god in this life, but Weird Games has already prepared a god status for him and welcomed his return with a feast of death.

"Imagine we live in a world where people face a white wall their entire lives..."

"But only a few geniuses can glimpse the vast world outside the wall and enjoy colors that mediocre people can't even imagine in their lifetimes?"

"Ah yes, that's what I'm saying, they're all dead or crazy."

A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending?

Thales did not have the answer.

He only knew that he came to a different and magnificent world, and he had to face a future that was as difficult to handle as a nightmare.

The glorious Empire had already been destroyed for one thousand years, the dying royal family suffered many problems, the legendary sacred battle had plenty of conspiracies, the divided world was in chaos.

But Thales had nothing.

The only thing he had left was an unswerving determination to preserve his own identity, bravery which would allow him to survive in a perilous situation, and a belief that he would never submit to principles he did not believe.

“A King does not gain respect by virtue of his bloodline. The bloodline’s glory rests on the deeds of the King.”

Darkness will baptize light. Fire will create true steel. The forbidden prince’s story starts here.

The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders.

I, Chen *Ping An, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode!

My name is Chen Ping An, Ping An* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

Notes:

* Ping An means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”.