Reborn as a cell, carrying the power of prison, to a parallel world where the ancients have awakened.

Steam civilization, thriller space, the old king of the night, strangers outside the city.

The gate of fate has been opened-Crusader, library, control, machinery, mysticism will be the new growth system for human development.

Human praise is a praise of courage! The knights who marched forward galloped in the world ruled by the ancient kings and regained the freedom belonging to humankind.

Coal smoke fills the sky and steam roars endlessly. The world is running as usual, and prosperity is within reach. But the world is ignorant.

Only a very few people have penetrated the fog of history, studied taboo knowledge, dismantled secret inspiration, and called on invisible forces. They are called "knowers".

The chaos and reality under the filthy appearance of the world gradually become clear from a mysterious concert incident:

"Hidden knowledge, shifting surge, phase, ritual vessel, witness master" - this is the extraordinary path of "knowers";

"Inspiration, composition, piano, conducting, symphony" - this is the sacred career of "artists".

Two roads, different paths, the same destination. Where the vision goes, the destiny chooses.

"The world is full of imperfections, but someone will see the glory in the end."

-Contemporary composer, pianist, conductor Carloen van Nin

("Is High Inspiration Wrong in the Mysterious World?", Mystery + Cthulhu + Investigator Detective)

Bathed in the bloody moonlight, listening to the whispers of the ancient gods,

The time traveler walks into this new world full of steam and steel.

The twelve main gods sit on the throne, and the old rulers hide in memories.

Mystery from the dreamland, mysterious and unpredictable strange objects, magic potions in the new world, and secrets in the old world.

On the Victorian-style street, Lynch opened the door of the detective agency and fell into deep thought at the tentacles knocking on the door.

Is there any hope for too high inspiration? Waiting online, urgent.

I came from the human world to the kingdom of God, and then fell from the kingdom of God back to the human world. Wherever the light of the lantern spreads, all the extraordinary things are accommodated.

who I am?

I am the black-eyed alien that the people of God's Kingdom reject and fear;

I am the humanoid containment object that all living beings on earth fear and rely on;

I am the lamplighter;

I am ████.

(SCP+Cthulhu+Mystery, no system.)

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Under the deep sky, the stars are bright and there are countless civilizations...

This is the Lunar Base 1. Following an unprecedented super nuclear explosion, a huge super battleship officially sets sail!

It is humanity's last hope, and its name is...Noah!

Charlotte Mecklen traveled to the Fars Empire and only wanted to be a civil servant in a foreign continent. He was not a combatant... But who would have thought that civilians would also go to the battlefield!

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.

Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?

Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.

Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.

And the madness.

The pine wind blows away the tea smoke, and the gods sleep peacefully in the white clouds. Unconsciously, I dreamed of the past, when an old man told stories under a tree at the entrance of the village. Those stories of gods and ghosts, fox spirits and mountain monsters that shocked the children were neither real nor illusory, strange and romantic, but I still felt that they were wonderful. ... In a dream of traveling to the immortal world, how many people can achieve immortality? The story of Lin Jue seeking immortality in a world of strange stories about gods and immortals.

"The Way can be understood, and surname can be named, but not ordinary.

Without a name, it's the beginning of heaven and earth. With a name, it's the mother of all things.

Well, there might be another 'name,' called the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, hehe..."

"I've achieved enlightenment! I've achieved enlightenment!

HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Watching his fellow Daoist whose skull has split open, the ribcage torn, growing wings of flesh, and flying into the sky,

Li Fan, with lingering fear, stops his sermon for the day.

"Sigh, I can't just blabber about the Daoist skill anymore, I've driven another one mad..."