Hair dryers, shavers, mineral water bottles, notebooks… In this world, all sorts of things can become demons.

To protect humanity, demon catchers emerged in response to this chaotic world and were universally praised.

Above the demon catchers, there was an even more special group — they traveled through time and space, walked in other realms, and silently dedicated themselves to the world. They were called the Time-Space Walkers. And Li Ye was among the best of them, a national hero…

But in another universe, he was described like this: “Records of the Cosmic Calendar · Biographies of Li Ye: The disaster of demon catchers, even more so than the demons themselves. The greatest calamity among them is Li Ye, to whom other demon catchers are not even a fraction. Future generations encountering him should respect and honor him. Do not oppose him — if you do, it may lead to the annihilation of your clan…”

(Invincible + No Heroine + Cool Story + No Virgin Mary)

Li An signed a contract with Death Paradise. As a contractor, he must survive and become stronger in every mission.

I have fought against the gods of men and slain the king of zombies.

I am the scarlet master and a predator that devours everything.

In the world of good and evil, I choose to stand in the shadows and walk alone.

In this life, I am destined to step on piles of bones and sit on the scarlet blood throne.

[High IQ + Villain + Infinite Flow + Behind-the-Scenes Flow + Creation of Weird and Strange Tales + No Female Protagonist + Darkness] [Don't look at the score, because it's overly predictable] Feng Hou, forcibly reincarnated by a dump truck, didn't cross over to another world. When he opened his eyes again, he was transformed into a black, lightless sphere, a space for strange stories, capable of absorbing human negativity to strengthen itself. From then on, a strange story-making machine was born! "Pseudo-humans" who strip you of your voice and appearance and attempt to replace you. "Human Demons" that roam everywhere on rainy nights, immortal. "Slender Ghosts" with twisted, elongated bodies and featureless faces. "Weeping Angels" that teleport instantly if you don't look at them. "Nightmares" that trap you in dreams, impossible to escape. "Old Families" whose deformed and twisted bodies make you nauseous at a glance... Everything will be created in the strange story space. "Next, please listen to the most tragic howls of the unfortunate ones who embark on the "journey"!" [Please do not argue when reading this book, just have fun. Don't bring reality into it.]

Riel, a polished and self-serving psychiatrist, accepts a heartfelt invitation from a game developer to enter Superrealism, a fully immersive neural simulation game.

In this class-stratified virtual world, where thought transmission, brainwashing rhetoric, self-hypnosis, and the binding power of oaths reign supreme, Riel awakens a unique class—the “Articulator”—and begins a journey of radical upheaval.

But the deeper he ventures, the stranger the world becomes. The more he uncovers, the greater his fear grows.

The Inner Society, Future Infinite Monopoly Corporation, Cognitive Restructuring, The Source Realm of Consciousness—unbeknownst to him, he is already entangled in a multidimensional war fought within the mind.

Between genes and memory, ideology and the continuity of life, the Ship of Theseus drifts steadily into uncharted waters—toward the ultimate truths of existence.

(The protagonist uses every possible means, so don't enter if you don't agree!) [The Great Pirate Era is surging, and heroes are everywhere. After six years of hard work, you've finally become one of the East China Sea's most formidable pirates! The Great Pirate System is activated!] [After a fierce battle, you've conquered the 16th Marine Branch! You've awakened your Observation Haki!] Raymond stared blankly at the rat-like colonel, who was pointing his finger and cursing, then glanced at his navy uniform. What the hell is this Great Pirate System!? I'm a marine! A marine! Why don't you take a look at yourself, what are you asking for!? All you have to do is target the World Government, capture bases, kill important figures, and receive corresponding rewards? Isn't that asking me to backstab my own organization?! As a righteous naval officer, Raymond naturally chose...

The sinful souls crossed the barriers of the world and descended to Erathia, where the spiritual energy was revived. The roar of steam engines was deafening, steel and gunpowder roared on the battlefield, and the revived supernatural forces had the ambition to dominate the world again.

And Saan, holding the Codex of Shadows, will ascend to the supreme throne with the recommendation of shadows.

"If you have anything to say, go talk to my Shadow Legion."

【Notice】

◆ This male protagonist is not a saint! He can massacre a city for survival and start a war for power.

◆ The Gold Finger is a living natural disaster: the more living creatures you feed the Codex, the stronger the Codex will be.

◆ Machiavellianism: Using Earth's thinking to subvert the political rules of the magical world

Zuo Chongming was once a top-tier gamer —

A studio boss, a power-leveling god, an unapologetic exploiter of noobs.

Then one day… boom. He’s isekai’d straight into a game world.

Not only that, but it’s before the official launch.

And worse — he’s now an NPC.

Demons ravage the land. Evil spirits feast on the living. Martial artists roam in blood-soaked packs.

But for Zuo Chongming, who has access to a system panel? All manageable.

What isn’t manageable… is the arrival of Players — the notorious “Fourth Calamity.”

He falls silent.

—— Years later.

Zuo Chongming sighs:

“I just wanted to farm these guys like wheat… So how the hell did they end up wagging their tails and calling me boss?”

And the creepiest part?

They actually seem proud of it.

In a wasteland where civilization has crumbled and order has rotted away, Luo Qiu—a lone remnant clinging to the edge of survival—rises from the filth and radioactive dust. He is not the chosen one, merely a survivor too stubborn to die.

Fate’s cruel gift drags him into the abyss known as the Void Realm—a dimension of madness, where unspeakable horrors twist reality and gnaw at the edges of sanity. His path is a blood-soaked, corpse-littered stairway to godhood, a brutal ascent through decay and despair.

This is the tale of a man who, by trampling gods, demons, and the mighty underfoot, dares to set decay aflame with the spark of free will—birthing something entirely new.

Sanity? Just my power bank.

Reset. Ragnarok.

A dark, unflinching epic, this story is like a slow-cooked broth or a fiery, lingering liquor—meant to be savored, one potent sip at a time.

Name: [Art Tavel (Zhuang Zhou)]

Occupation: [Demon Warlock]

Class: [1]

Bloodline: [Abyss (0.03%), Human (94.97%), Darkness (5%)]

The descendants of the Tavel family, the bloodline of demon warlocks that had declined, had another “dark” bloodline after the arrival of Zhuang Zhou.

With this bloodline, he can summon monsters from the dark world.

The first thing he thought of was not to drive the summons to help fight, but to wonder if the equipment of the dark world would explode after the summons died?