(Lord of Mysteries fanfiction, no female lead, wrong path) "If you only had one day left to live, what would you do?" When the transmigrator opened his eyes and found a monocle embedded in his right eye, he realized something was wrong with this transmigration. He had become an Extraordinary through an "wrong" path, a Sequence Seven "Deciphering Scholar." But what did it mean that there was a countdown made of gray mist on his wrist? The moment the countdown reached zero, Nimrod suddenly understood what this countdown represented. Good news: The gray mist wool he obtained from the transmigration allowed him to exploit a bug to travel back and forth between Tingen in 1349 and Kordu in 1358. Bad news: Kordu. Now he had to tear up Ince Zangwill's script in 1349, scheme against Amon, and become a godfather of the occult garbage dump with the Celestial in 1358, searching for hope for survival in a hopeless future. Faced with the God of Deception in front and the devastating natural disaster behind, Nimrod's answer was: "...Hehe, I must survive!"...In the year 1368, at the end of July, Mr. "Mistake" announced: "Hello, fellow diviners. What I'm going to do next is change the Spirit Insect into a pink cat head."

When Zhou Ming woke up, he had become Zhou Ming Everett, a third-rate novelist in Backlund. He thought he had simply transmigrated into the world of the famous novel "Lord of Mysteries" and only wanted to rely on his "original work fan" advantage to survive in this dangerous world.

However, he soon discovered that his transmigration was not accidental. Deep within his soul slumbered a terrifying essence incompatible with this world—he was a fallen Outer God, the largest fragment of consciousness of the "Serpent of Narrative and End." Those seemingly coincidental inspirations and the words that flowed from his pen were not a cheat code, but rather the unconscious resurgence of his own authority.

"Two months..." He whispered to himself, his breath instantly shredded by the cold wind. He had been thrown into this familiar yet unfamiliar world a full sixty days later than his "kindred," Klein Moretti. It felt familiar because he had read the thick epic that depicted this world; it felt unfamiliar because when the words transformed into icy reality, and every breath carried the frantic whispers of Beyonder characteristics, the experience was completely different.

Yang Chen transmigrated into the world of Lord of Mysteries, and even more so, into the body of Welch, who died at the very beginning. Welch, rising from his grave, opened his eyes, only to find everything distorted before him… In the eastern district of Backlund, a dark knight lurked in the night: Bats terrified me, and I will make my enemies fear me just as much. Across the seas, rampant pirates laughed loudly: Those who wish to follow me must abandon their lives to follow me. On the battlefield of Fussack, a mad artist chanted softly: I bloom amidst slaughter, like a flower at dawn.

The time traveler Fang Yan woke up from the gray fog and obtained a sequence path outside the twenty-two sequence paths - Nuo, and mastered the corresponding unique "Face of Purification" and the source material "Niche of Purification", becoming the recovering Nuo god.

"The scourge exile from eternity."

"The patron saint of sacrifices and shamanic dances."

"The Lord of Nuo, who exorcises evil and purifies the plague."

A fanfiction about Lord of Mysteries. "Mr. A, look over there, there's a living Extraordinary Ability. Let's capture him and offer him to the Lord." "Hey, Mr. Beastmaster about to be promoted, this is excellent promotion material. You'll definitely need it at Sequence 7. How about a discount, 700 gold pounds?" "Mr. Fool, don't be so stingy. Drink this Faceless Man Potion and put on your half-high silk hat." "The 'Grim Reaper' of the Tarot Society, Mr. M of the Aurora Society, one of the thirty-two mentors of the Morse Penitentiary, and a special bishop of the Steam Church—these are all nicknames I often use. Call me whatever you like," Tzel said very politely.

Would you like to see a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom?

In the kingdom of the goddess of night, eternal flowers bloom; she is a relic of antiquity.

"Because that is the earliest sprout of my humanity, that's why I choose you."

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"bug".

The syllables his father gave him when he named him.

Praise mistakes.

...But when his father named him this, did he really feel a sense of praise for "mistake"?

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Light is the meaning of everything.

So life, ah, is bitter as a song.

"Go and push open that door."

"Welcome to the place promised by God..."

"A World of Light".

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"I did not betray Silver City!"

The Hanged Man signifies sacrifice.

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"As long as you open the door for me when the time comes."

"Don't save me! Don't save me!"

The door opened, and the wrong person stood in front of it.

The former King of Angels retreated back into darkness without even seeing the day.

"……good."

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The emperor's eldest daughter could recreate the fairy tale, but when the fairy tale actually came true, she saw someone sitting on a high throne.

"Seal me."

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"A happy ending would be for all the bad guys to die. Including you... and me too."

The witch smiled and wrote the ending of the story with ink stained with filthy darkness.

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The ball has begun.

A man with a slightly receding hairline danced the opening dance with a psychic wearing glamorous makeup.

Old friends reunited and raised their glasses in celebration.

"There is no madness here."

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"justice."

"I choose justice."

This is what Backlund's most dazzling gem says.

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"He is the Lord's wrath."

Waiting for the day when the war will be over

[Lord of Mysteries Fanfiction] + [Two Brand New Self-Created Paths] + [Potions] + [Ensemble Cast] + [Single Female Lead] + [Plot Follows Main Storyline] + [Part 1] Kurt Bard, from the Loen Empire's Backlund, awakens his past life memories at the age of 22, only to find himself transported to the world of Lord of Mysteries. When he transmigrates, the squid has already provided all the potion recipes for the 22 paths... He also carries a copy of the Source Material "Infinite Collapse" and the uniqueness of the "Singularity" "Eye of Möbius." 'The Hanged Man' Alger: "I need a recipe, the name of which is..." 'The Lover' Kurt: "I have news, it will probably take two weeks." Alger: ... 'The Fool' Klein: "I need Emperor Roselle's diary." 'The Lover' Kurt: "Mr. Fool, I've collected 50 pages of Emperor Roselle's diary this week." Klein: ... Kurt originally just wanted to...

[Mysterious style + high-tech doctor + invincible scalpel + decisive killing + mechanical pet]

Having traversed a mysterious world, Arthur Beria landed in the peaceful and simple city of Dilis. He discovered that his mind wasn't filled with those maddening ramblings, but only with lines of cold, hard data.

To others, it was the indescribable whisper of an evil god, a runaway mutation that meant certain death. To Arthur, it was merely a series of medical records awaiting processing: "A lurking vengeful spirit? Hmm, a neurological parasite, electroconvulsive therapy recommended." "An out-of-control Extraordinary? This is malignant proliferation caused by genetic mutation, cut it off." "Contamination by an ancient god? Oh, this is a high-risk virus, requiring planetary-level isolation surgery."

Thus, in this mad world where steam and mist intertwine, a black market doctor emerged, inspiring fear in all who beheld him. He wielded a scalpel, accompanied by a vicious mechanical dog that fed on corpses. Even a god descending to earth would be forced onto the operating table to sign an informed consent form if they dared to display their health bar before him.

Arthur adjusted his monocle and looked at the trembling evil god: "Don't move, it's just a minor surgery, it'll be over soon."

— This book is also known as: When Outer Gods Meet Surgeons, As Long as I Can't See God's Name, God Cannot Contaminate Me, and About My Removal of the Old Ones as if They Were Viruses