The overgrown Wayne Manor and the pristine and deserted Batcave.

Twenty years after Bruce fell in Crime Alley with his parents, Gotham didn't get any worse.

But it doesn't seem to be getting any better.

As the Joker wiped off his pale makeup, the young Penguin was still biding his time, and Harvey was still racking his brains to get rid of Maroni's gang.

The whole world is so real that it makes people shudder.

Maybe there is a lack of a spoonful of base wine called "extreme villain"

Maybe it lacks some embellishments of strange arts and mutants

But this does not affect the fierce taste of this "Bloody Mary".

Drink it, drink it all in one gulp!

Then, in a state of intense dizziness, witness the birth of a "heterodox" Batman.

My name was Yuan Junyao, a name my grandmother gave me, meaning “beautiful jade”, although I was not beautiful at all. Actually I was ugly.

I was told that I grew tumours on my face since I wasn’t even 3 months old. My parents had me examined in hospital and the doctor said it was a fibroma and it was benign. It couldn’t kill me but I couldn’t get rid of it because if I did, it may develop to be fatal. My father divorced my mother for this, and not long after, my mother died.

To make a living, I had to do three jobs.

One day I messed with the wrong people and they had my younger brother have a car accident and become a vegetable, and I also lost all my jobs because of it.

I tried to find a new job and happened to know about live streaming. I clicked on it and a man was live streaming in an old ghost-haunted house. The ambience was terrifying.

I followed him online and he didn’t see a real ghost even by the end of the stream. But the ambience was so real it spooked the audience. So he had many watchers who sent him lots of gifts while they watched. I was a little inspired by the idea. Nobody wanted to see the face of the host of a ghost live streaming, which suited me very well…

In the humid heat of July, students within the crowded classroom couldn’t breathe properly under the tremendous pressure of the intensive exams.

Guo Jingyu’s forehead was damp with sweat.

He saw the figure seated in front of him as soon as he glanced up. His back was as straight as it had always been, his white shirt school uniform had a mild soap scent, and his hair was neatly parted. He was accompanied by the steady rustle of a pen.

Guo Jingyu laughed, as if he’d been freed of a huge burden, and gently nudged the person in front of him twice with a pen, saying in a hushed whisper, “Li Tongzhou?” The teen in front of him halted and didn’t say anything, but he extended his hand behind him and handed him something.

Guo Jingyu was lying motionless on his desk. With his fingers, he poked Li Tongzhou’s palm, which the other gently gripped.

In our youth’s fiery love, you’ve always been the only one.

This is a bloody and chaotic world where human life is worthless, and it is also a desperate era where productivity is locked.

My name is Li Cun Yi, a poor guy who starved to death.

But when I open my eyes again, the whole world will tremble for me.

[Ding! Your "one tael of silver" has arrived. Please confirm your purchase: AK-47, with a free base ammunition.]

From then on, history was kicked into the ICU.

When the cavalry of the grasslands crashes into my steel ball mine array; when the indestructible city wall encounters my C4 directional blasting; when the so-called commander of the army is shot in the head by me from ten miles away...

I, Li Cunyi, will use the inexhaustible future munitions and the ancient silver that is rich enough to rival a nation to tell this era—

I rewrite the rules! The world belongs to me!

There is such a strange world, which depicts all sentient beings in the world, and the mythical story of fighting around the [God's Throne]

In this world, God is the world, the universe, everything, and the way of heaven.

On the first day, the original goddess divided everything in heaven and earth into twos, and all life and souls returned to the absolute incompatible poles of good and evil.

The next day, the evil of the devouring evil single-person sword destroyed all the senluo, engraved the original sin of the fallen into life and soul, and the world turned into gray chaos.

On the third day, the rescuer ascended to the throne of the crown god with wisdom, usurped the throne of his father God, came to all theang, and purified all human original sins, and the omniscient heaven was born.

On the fourth day, the mercury snake thirsty for the unknown killed the throne from outside the sky, controlling the fate of all sentient beings in the world, and the established eternity of everything dominates in the world.

On the fifth day, the Mercury Snake wants to pass the throne to the goddess of love, and the loving goddess wants to sprinkle the love of embracing everything and redeeming everything to all things in the world.

"Then why did you become the Lord of the Fifth Heaven!?"

Hearing this indignant question, the Lord of the Fifth Heaven looked down slightly, with a kind smile on his face like the change of Li Er Xuanwumen, and said:

"Of course, the father and God are righteous and obedient!"

At his best friend’s memorial service, Bai Yan almost burst out laughing and got beaten to death.

Along the way, Bai Yan’s fits of laughter turned into ones of anger. His joy quickly turned to sorrow as he met his punishment that night.

He curiously opened the app that he had never seen before on his phone and was suddenly pulled into a terrifying world of reincarnation…

An infinite stream of horror flowed into his mind, ominous descriptions, breakthroughs, and storylines.

Good news: I, Sasori of the Red Sand, was adopted by the Third Kazekage, a time-traveling version of myself, after suffering the massacre of my entire family at the age of five!

Bad news: This "guardian" is a bit hardcore—daily PUA and human experimentation are basic operations, and he even forced me to develop forbidden techniques that can instantly turn dead people into figurines? Fine, I'm naturally gifted anyway.

Worse still: As we raised him, both my guardian and I entered our rebellious phase. He suddenly developed a serious illness and wanted to rule the world, his first step being to turn my entire family into specimens. Since I wanted to pursue art, not culture, I had no choice but to tearfully turn him, a culture teacher, into a figurine.

Without a guardian, I just wanted to quietly pursue art, but the whole world came to accuse me of being a moving natural disaster?

So, I'll build a mechanical utopia in the desert, with food, lodging, and eternity provided, and incidentally cut some parts to use as "indulgences."

Wait, what do you mean the Five Great Nations, Akatsuki, and Madara Uchiha all want to "adopt" me, who's been temporarily released? And they're even bringing tailed beasts and the Rinnegan with them?

Kind tips:

The final interpretation of this breeding guide belongs to Sasori Akasago.

The main text and the synopsis differ greatly in style and will not change the villainous identity of the whitewashed scorpion. If you feel uncomfortable while reading, please exit immediately.

This book was guided by Scorpion Granny and contains numerous plot points and heavily modified settings to satisfy the author's personal morbid tastes. It's a product of self-indulgence and amusement. Don't doubt it if you see any discrepancies with the original work; those are modifications made by the author to satisfy Scorpion Granny. In addition, since this is the author's first time writing a fanfiction with more than ten chapters, inconsistencies and disjointed plots are to be expected.

[Minor Illness][Multiple Female Leads][Strong Female Lead][Dual Civilizations] "My friend, your abilities will be a great lure, so I need you to achieve my goals. Similarly, this will help us develop our own weapon," Otto said. Zhong Li Mo silently agreed to Otto's proposal, thus sowing the seeds of her own downfall. "Sister... what are you going to do to my husband?!" "I won't let you disappear again... you will be by my side forever." "You mean our husband, whom we've waited fifty thousand years for, has been stolen by a bunch of paramecia?"

This world did not wait for its savior.

Human civilization ended on the day when the four ancient gods descended.

However, life will always find its own way out.

Praise worms, fungi, viruses, and corpses. Humans who have stepped into the indescribable realm have opened a new era.

I am Mei Lu, the only ancient in this world and the last human.

"Ding, help has arrived!"

"Now... send to the coordinates... the nine-tailed fox elixir."

"Pass on the torch... and never extinguish..."

"Wait and hope..."

"Don't give up hope, - Taixuan Tianyu,"

Hey, your help is two thousand years late!

Mei Lu looked at the golden-haired and jade-faced nine-tailed fox bloodline elixir in front of him, and his face turned black.

Wei Xing, having graduated with a Master’s degree, accidentally transmigrates to another world. Unknowingly, he has already been marked as a cultivation cauldron, surrounded by danger. On one hand, he uses a modern scientific research mindset to explore cultivation; on the other hand, he uses spiritual power combined with item refining methods,

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The stench of blood and the phantom echo of a butcher’s knife were Wei Xing’s last clear memories of Earth. Now, only agony remained. Not the dull ache of a hangover, but a searing, full-body violation. He gasped, eyes stinging against the harsh glare of an unfamiliar sun, the world swimming in a dizzying haze. Where were the familiar high-rises, the rumble of traffic? Only weeds reclaiming a dilapidated monastery met his gaze.

Then came the flood – memory fragments, alien yet intimate, crashing into his consciousness. Sweat-slicked bodies, endless moans, a gaunt face twisted in simultaneous pleasure and pain, ruthless killers in red robes, and a desperate flight ending in… this. Nausea roiled within him. This broken, emaciated body wasn’t his. Ribs protruded like ridges on a starved animal, bruises painted his skin alongside disturbingly intimate marks – hickeys? – mocking his non-existent love life. A tattered robe, stained crimson, barely concealed his nakedness.

He was trapped. Not just in a strange place, but in a strange, violated body. Panic, cold and sharp, sliced through the pain. The scientific truths he clung to shattered against the impossible reality. He was an anomaly, a ghost inhabiting ruined flesh in a world that felt ancient and hostile. Hunted, wounded, and utterly alone, Wei Xing’s journey began not with heroic resolve, but with a guttural cry of pain and the desperate, primal need to survive whatever nightmare he had stumbled into. The path forward was obscured by blood, conspiracy, and the chilling realization that his old life was irrevocably gone, replaced by a brutal existence where his very nature made him prey.