When Jiang Ye woke up, the world had changed.

5% of the global population had become Players.

Paranormal events became game instances.

Clear the anomalies, grow stronger. Simple rules, deadly stakes.

Now, staring at the tearful girl begging him for help, Jiang Ye glanced at his backpack:

【Serrated Jaw】

【Catcher’s Mitt】

【Tattered Burial Shroud】

【Bloodletting File】

…

Behind the bone-white mask stretched across his face, Jiang Ye gave a shy little smile.

Then he made his choice: hang the girl on a tree.

After all, if the anomaly isn’t cleared, no one’s getting out — may as well draw the boss early.

The girl: “???”

As an Aberrant Player, Jiang Ye is under constant pressure:

Clear dungeons by day, dodge betrayal by night — especially from other players trying to “clear” him.

[Time Standstill + Doomsday + Group Portrait + Superpower + Arrogance + Forgetfulness]

Bai Ye traveled to the Cataclysm era two hundred years later.

This place is full of dangers, the people are simple, and the alien beasts are rampant, but he is not panicking.

Because he can stop time for one minute every day, if he doesn't use it today, he can accumulate it tomorrow.

So far, he has deeply realized that time is the true meaning of life!

Facing the brutal wasteland leader, Bai Ye earnestly advised: "I really don't want to waste time killing you, otherwise you kneel down and beg me, and this matter will be over?"

Looking at the evil god lying in a pool of blood, Bai Ye sighed: "Do you know how much time I wasted to kill you? Ten seconds! Ten seconds! How many ten seconds are there in a person's life!?"

Many years later.

Reporter: Mr. Bai Ye, as a great catastrophe...

Travel to a parallel America.

Zhao originally thought that he would embark on the path of becoming a film and television tycoon.

Until the system was repaired, the direction of the world began to become very different.

In the silent forest of Devil's River, Texas, the low growl of a werewolf was heard.

On the streets of New York, nameless wanderers roam, selling mysterious props.

The streets of London at night are filled with the sound of crisp bells.

…

Simply put, this is a story that started in America and has since spread to the whole world.

[No female lead]

It is better to stab people in the back than to show off in front of others.

Fang Che traveled through the world of endless wars and became a nobody in the Emperor's plane. In order to survive better, he chose the profession of curse master, who was best at harming people. Based on the information he learned before traveling through time, he refined various curse items.

(Unlimited streaming + no heroine + original copy + shifting reasoning + decisive killing)

【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.

"So you're saying that the world is going to end, so you want to steal a rocket?"

"That's really interesting. I've caught people who robbed gold shops, banks, and even trains, but I've never caught people who robbed rockets."

"What do you think? Even if you really managed to steal a rocket, would you be able to drive it?"

Lin Xu, who was sitting opposite the man, nodded slowly.

"Yes."

"Really, I've driven it countless times."

"Also, you guys really need to hurry up, I don't have time."

"No time?"

The man laughed.

"Are you busy?"

"Very busy."

Lin Xu nodded.

"I have to go destroy the next world."

God is dead and hell is empty.

Five times, six hearts.

Seven killed, eight sides to come.

Nine fears are destroyed, and there is nothing.

In a man's skin,

A red candle at night.

Be careful, there is no one in front.

It all begins with a journey.

Consciousness, existence...

a gaze beyond dimensions, the redemption of the heart and truth.

Step into another world,

where...

a feast of terror is taking place!

[Xuanhuan, Simulator, Plot-Driven, Ruthless MC]

Relying on the simulator, I discovered:

The dantian of righteous sect disciples hides man-eating insects.

After transmigrating, Su Ming bound a cultivation simulator.

He thought he had drawn the overpowered "Dragon-AoTian" script.

That is, until he succeeded in Foundation Establishment for the first time—

"Your consciousness fell into slumber.

You died! The end."

In the tenth simulation, the demonic cult's saintess suddenly grabbed me by the neck:

“Idiot! The blood patterns in your righteous sect's Foundation Establishment pills… are insect eggs!”

By the hundredth simulation, I finally saw:

The elders of the prestigious sects kneeling before the mother nest of sinister insects,

And the forbidden grounds of the demonic path suppressing an ancient monument used to slay these bugs.

When the entire cultivation world believed I had fallen into the demonic path—

I wielded a divine artifact obtained from the simulation

and split open the dantian of everyone, revealing the truth.

In the nightmare game, there is an NPC who is weak and looks easy to bully.

Until the player desperately arrived in front of the final BOSS, looked up and saw——

The blood mist dissipated, revealing a familiar face.

The "weak" NPC looked down at them and smiled:

"Thank you for your hard work along the way."

——[Ultimate Mission: Kill the Godkiller Anros Tian! ! !]

***

"I'm so kind, how could I be a villain boss?"

The godslayer, the only true god who rules nightmares, the omnipotent secret prophet, the most popular NPC, Anros said sincerely.