After traveling to Tokyo, Lin Chen became a handsome monk in Qingquan Temple, and was flirted with by countless female pilgrims every day.

He originally thought that this was just an ordinary parallel world.

Until this day.

"Mage, the Slit-Mouthed Woman has appeared recently, you must be careful!"

Lin Chen didn't take it seriously. Haha, what era is this? Still using this kind of trick to chat up girls? How childish!

In the evening, when he came back after eating ramen.

A woman wearing a mask and holding a pair of scissors asked him.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

Lin Chen said without hesitation: "Beautiful."

When she took off her mask, a hideous crack was revealed.

"What do you think now?"

Lin Chen: “????”

At this moment, the system awakened.

"Host, please choose: 1. Forcefully kiss the woman with a slit mouth, reward: Arhat Dharmakaya. 2. Appeal to her emotions and reason, reward: Speedy Legs. 3. You are truly ugly, reward: Leave your body intact."

P.S. This book is also known as "One Punch Master in the Sakura," "Kayako, You Don't Want Toshio to Get into Trouble, Do You?", "Hachisha-sama's Loving Monk," and "Hanako the Ghost Child Wants Chicken Bang Bang." ...

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.

Gao Shen accidentally joined a forum for strange stories.

This forum often posts strange stories, with vivid details that seem to have really happened. Users who post comments will also carefully analyze the source of the incident and how to solve it.

Users call each other "Tianshi", "Soul-calming", "Corpse-burning", "Coffin-carrying", "Exorcist Team"... The sense of immersion is too strong.

Gao Shen always thought that this was a communication website for supernatural enthusiasts until the prototype in the story appeared in the real world.

[Dark world view + suspense decryption + upgrade survival flow]

[Supernatural Revival] + [No Female Lead] + [Decisive and Ruthless] + [No Saint-like Compassion] + [Not a Lapdog] + [No System]

A summer camping trip turned into a one-way path to hell.

Lin Yi became entangled with an unspeakable "thing." It defied all logic, and with every heartbeat, the resounding bell of death tolled.

In a frantic escape, he stumbled into a decaying ancient temple, where the cold was bone-piercing.

In the darkness, a rusty ghost chain glowed with an ominous light.

Amid the despair of life and death, a brutal, cold power was forcefully injected into Lin Yi, and he became a ghost rider!

He was a living corpse, a cage for a vengeful spirit, and the price was clear and cruel: his life was being consumed little by little by the parasitic ghost.

The ghost's murderous intent was upon him, the temple doors were buckling, and with his life hanging by a thread, the instinct for survival overpowered everything else!

With his eyes bloodshot, Lin Yi shed all hesitation and boldly activated the non-human power within his body!

The eerie light erupted, and a pitch-black ghost domain instantly tore open space under his will.

Lin Yi narrowly escaped, but this was no liberation. The terrifying iceberg of the supernatural revival had merely revealed its tip.

This thorny path of controlling a vicious ghost was one where every step was soaked in the blood of his kind and the curses of the ghosts.

Power is poison; mercy is a grave.

As the world began its descent into the abyss, Lin Yi clutched the cold chain in his hand, understanding a brutal truth:

On this desperate chessboard, to survive, he had to be more ruthless than a ghost and more merciless than a man.

The heavy, bloody chapter had just turned its first page.

Lin Yi: "Welcome to... Purgatory!

Spring is the season of rebirth. The monsters of the swamp forest begin to stir. The demihumans along the reedy riverbanks sharpen sticks and build traps, waiting for prey. Human adventurers in the north carefully examine their wands and potions, preparing for a new year of exploration. In the shadows, the slime they regard as their prey watches all this unfold. It waits. Once its flying sword is forged, its dao is complete, and its foundation for another self is established, then its True Immortal Slime will be born. [Farming] [Easy]

That year I woke up from underground, with the earth as my blanket and silence as my sleep.

A few years later,

…

A group of monsters from the mountains came to meet me, and I sat alone on the tower to spend the night.

"Your magic is great, but it will be mine in the next second." After traveling to a different world of swords and magic, Zelir obtained the spell of Tianyan, which can analyze any magic. Starting from the most basic magic apprentice, he embarked on the road to legend step by step. Humans, dwarves, elves, orcs, many races compete for survival. Goblins, slimes, kobolds, dragons, all kinds of monsters appear in an endless stream. The vanguard pulls monsters, the swordsman provides support, the ranger harasses, and the mage... Zelir exhaled as he shot a light cannon at the face and instantly killed the boss. "This is what we mages should do." [Mage, hodgepodge world view, slow-paced road adventure style]

Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...

Are you telling me there's no martial arts in this world? So-called masters are just regular practitioners, and practice makes perfect?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

This panel shows the realm, which means that cultivation is possible in this world. How can there be no martial arts?

It must be hidden too deeply, and martial arts are strictly controlled.

At this point, in order to get in touch with martial arts, Lin Fan worked hard to get ashore, wanting to become a member of the Public Security Bureau, contact upper-class people and learn the secrets of martial arts.

It was not until he knocked down the ten most recognized masters of the day with a single stick that he suddenly realized that they were not lying and that there was really no martial arts in this world.

He looked at his body which was invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire.

He looked at the city wall that was smashed by his punch, and the deep pit that was created by his stomping on the ground.

At this moment, he smiled and said to the person in front of him in a warning tone:

"Please don't act recklessly in my world. Thank you for your cooperation."

Also known as: "Beat the Bloodline Celestial Dragon with a Mortal Body", "Bloodline? I've been fully vaccinated since I was a child, and my stats are already maxed out"

In the Age of Supernatural, everyone can awaken their talents, pursue extraordinary professions, and gain supreme power. High school student Jiang He awakens the talent [Time Transfer], allowing him to summon his future selves from different timelines to the present as Heroic Spirits, gaining access to their future selves' talents and skills. Thus, one Heroic Spirit after another makes his debut: the [Savior], who awakens the weakest of talents yet saves humanity from the end; the [Starbreaker], possessing an infinitely evolving body, battles the myriad races of the stars; the [Abyss Lord], [World Destroyer], [Conqueror], [Symbol of Peace], [Mechanical Devil], who can contract demons and ultimately rule the endless abyss... When Heroic Spirits and Evil Spirits gather, countless timelines converge. Rejoice! A being who controls endless timelines has been born...