A modern city full of evil spirits and anomalies.

Ji Li, who failed in mechanical ascension, found himself turned into a weak natural person and was nailed upside down on a cross.

Fortunately, his intelligent core "Ascension Protocol" originally integrated in the brain in the tank is still functioning normally, and has a small chemical reaction with this strange world.

"Whether it is a ghost or an evil spirit, I will turn you all into my prosthesis."

"Your evil spirit can transform into a vampire, but I am a Cybertronian."

The devil comes from the human heart; unnatural death, alienated mental illness, evil spirits, cognitive weapons, soul wells...

cognition determines power; contracted demons, mourners, wanderers, splitters...

the world overlaps and grows; the inner world, the reflection world, the spirit hell...

The solar system was destroyed, and all of humanity was thrown into a cruel survival game in space.

You start with a dilapidated spaceship, a mechanical claw, and ten bottles of nutrient solution to last ten days. Capturing meteorites, acquiring resources, and upgrading your spaceship are the only ways to survive.

Ji Chuan awakens with a dual system of daily check-in and identification of all things, and also has AI intelligent assistance, achieving a 100% success rate in capturing meteorites!

While others were still begging for a mouthful of Grade D nutrient solution on public channels, even signing supplementary agreements to sell themselves into slavery, Ji Chuan had quietly accumulated resources and seen through the essence of all things.

The vast deep space is fraught with danger. Among the fragments of celestial debris, not only are there survival supplies, but also ancient secrets and perils of the universe.

Starting from this small space capsule, Ji Chuan must struggle to survive in this dark forest, gather his compatriots, face the unknown challenges in deep space, and embark on a path to domination from dust to the top of the starry sea!

Words are like silk, weaving the warp and weft of stories; stories are like rivers, settling the pebbles of knowledge; knowledge is like fire, forging the stars of wisdom; and in the folds of time, the ancient light of civilization shines forth.

The eternal night is coming, and the killing field is coming.

Gods have fallen, and hundreds of demons are walking at night.

You can stand in front of the stage and announce the arrival of the wave of the times to the world, or you can hide in the darkness and watch others struggle for survival.

Free your mind and embrace your destiny. This is an absolutely real game. Here is the killing field of the earth.

A game from a higher-dimensional civilization.

Does it bring hope to mankind, or is it a conspiracy?

Facing a dying civilization.

Help ignite the fire, or watch from the sidelines?

When the right to choose all these things falls into your hands, how will you make your decision?

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Years later, Jiang Heyi recalled the night he logged into "Evidence of the Stars," and couldn't help but ponder a question. He had simply formed a gaming guild, gathered a few friends, and dreamt of happily experiencing a new game in his dreams. Why had the graphics become increasingly outrageous? Clearing new dungeons, luring NPCs back home, becoming the winner in life, and then reincarnating into another world to save another? He wasn't being modest. How did a mere gamer become the founder of a T0 guild?