(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.

[A car like a closed room, a woman stabbed to death, and the sound of police sirens getting closer and closer. What choice will you make as a suspected murderer? ]

[1. Do nothing, wait for the police to arrive, and then surrender to the police and admit that you killed the woman]

[2. Do nothing, wait for the police to arrive, but firmly deny that you killed the woman]

[3. Escape]

[4. Before the police arrive, try your best to cover up your evidence of murder and escape responsibility]

"Of course, choose 4!"

Traveling through Tokyo, facing the system that suddenly appeared in front of him, Akikawa Sosuke made a firm decision.

Akikawa Sosuke firmly believed that as long as he survived the crisis in front of him, he could have a peaceful and stable life.

Until he met the elementary school student wearing a red bow tie and round-frame glasses, who called himself a detective...

(Detective Conan fanfiction, original plot, no repetition of animation content)

Lu Yang traveled through the world of immortal cultivation and became a disciple of the Demon Sect's Chusheng Sect.

Fortunately, he obtained a rare treasure, the [Book of Hundred Lives], which allows him to start a new life after death and start all over again. He can also bring back treasures, cultivation, lifespan from his previous life, and even awaken special talents.

But the number of times is limited, and it is not really immortal.

Seeing that the world of immortal cultivation was about to be in chaos, Lu Yang originally decided to stay in the Demon Sect first, practice hard for life after life, and not leave the mountain until he became an immortal. However, the Demon Sect was extremely dangerous and there were talented people everywhere.

In the first life, Lu Yang was raped by a bully and was killed by his senior sister.

In the second life, Lu Yang overcame his superiors and killed his senior sister, but could not escape the clutches of his senior brother.

The third life... the fourth life...

It was not until a hundred lives later, when he looked back, that Lu Yang realized that he had become a great master of the magic world, the first saint...

Most people are born ordinary, but there are always a few who, even if born into mediocrity, aspire to greatness.

From a nameless exploited laborer to a godfather in the shadows;

From the bottom rung of society, bound by rules, to a secret emperor who crafts those very rules.

When the sun shines, this nation belongs to the Federation. But when night falls, it belongs to me!

“Sometimes, shadows can be just as vast as light—sometimes, they can even eclipse it.”

“We never extort or blackmail anyone. Every penny we earn can withstand the scrutiny of our conscience.”

If someone knocks on your door at night, they are either delivering my regards or bringing ruin for your arrogance.

As for what you will receive, that depends on the choice you make, my friend!