As an ordinary person, after sudden death, he was dragged by a book to this world without Edogawa Ranpo and became Ranpo.
It's reasonable for ordinary people to be ordinary people, right?
This is so reasonable! Is Edogawa Ranpo an ordinary person?!
But there is no way, since I am going to die anyway, I will just have to make do with it.
With the book as compensation, Ranpo started a new life after being dispelled every day.
But, this world is a mess!!
Forget it, let’s destroy it. Or just call Fei Jia, Xia Yu, Bai Lan and Lu Wang to have a four-person ideal tea party together.
Having said that, the kitten has already made his home in this world, and he will protect this world.
Dear Ranpo, don't worry and don't feel inferior.
There is no Edogawa Ranpo in this world.
The name "Ranpo" is not because "Edogawa Ranpo" became you, but because you created the "Ranpo" of this world.
ps: There may be ooc, and if it is inconsistent with the original work, please regard it as private setting.
pss: This is probably the story of an ordinary person who was slightly enlightened and relied on intuition to become a Ranpo.
psss: A product of passion, poorly written, please don’t criticize if you don’t like it, please leave a comment in the upper left corner.
[Through the Book][Han Li][Magic Bottle][Hot Blood][Group Portrait][Villain Counterattack][Sequential Evolution][Mutated Spiritual Root][Decisive Killing]
> The first thing I did after becoming Mo Juren: destroy Zhang Tie’s puppet and snatch Han Li’s opportunity!
> I didn't find the little green bottle under the cliff, but I dug out a rusty magic bottle——
> From then on, the style of painting suddenly changed:
> Poison creates a phantom killer, waste elixir becomes a mountain god, and lightning strike activates the fairyland in the bottle!
Han Li cultivated for a hundred years to become an immortal. Mo Yuan smiled and touched Sequence 101: "Be good, carry me to chop down the Heavenly Dao."
> When the ultimate sequence [Zero Gun] penetrates the sky——
> The gods and Buddhas in heaven were shocked to realize: This villain had already transformed himself into the Supreme God!
(Apocalypse + Weirdness + Villain Protagonist + High-IQ Spy Thriller | No Heroism, No Romance, No Knife Fights)
When the apocalypse descends, technology collapses—and weirdness creeps in from the cracks of reality.
In the shadows of Area B, the most dangerous spy ever known is finally exposed.
Xie Changfeng—master manipulator, strategist, and traitor.
That very night, Area B plunges into unprecedented chaos.
Cities lose control. Chains of command break down. The weirdness multiplies.
Enemies from all directions close in, determined to erase him.
Out of options, out of time, Xie Changfeng chooses self-destruction.
But that wasn’t the end.
Now, reborn in a world spiraling deeper into madness, he returns with every memory, every grudge, and every unfinished plan.
No emotions.
No attachments.
No forgiveness.
Armed only with his mind and a new set of rules born from death itself, Xie Changfeng plays the game again—colder, faster, and deeper than before.
In a world ruled by secrets and shadows,
there’s no room for knives or compassion—only control.
[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]
(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)
I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,
a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.
The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—
met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.
Even in ruin, they watched.
This is an era sustained by soul power,
where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.
But fate is a crooked thing.
My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,
a cult of madness and slaughter,
whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.
Are they insane? No—
They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.
In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.
Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.
“If the gods allow evil to flourish,
then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”
Let the monks rot.
Let the threads tighten.
Let the drops fall.
I walk not the righteous path,
but the necessary one.
The group number of the book club of "Strange Horror" has been changed to 110183476. Readers who like this book, please join! First of all, I want to state that this book is a horror novel with real wronged souls and curses. There is absolutely no human element in it. Readers who like to read traditional horror novels can rest assured. Three people with premonition abilities can foresee the upcoming supernatural death events to varying degrees. Darkness and death are pervasive in the air, and the terror factors in the city are pervasive. All those who are predicted by the protagonist to be cursed and haunted by evil spirits will all die exactly as predicted.
Surrender! You can still live an independent life. I will never interfere in the internal affairs of a vassal state! Greece: Sounds great. We can't defeat them anyway, so surrender. The protagonist, receiving the reward notification, gives a satisfied hand...
The heart is surging, infinite fantasy, swinging against the wind and waves, the young man is undefeated and passionate!
Having transmigrated from being a twenty-eight years old female forensic doctor, into a Hua Mulan that had taken off her armor and now returned home, He Mulan expressed there was quite a lot of pressure.
And completely unlike the ending of the story, there weren’t any fresh flowers and there weren’t any applause. The already thirty years old Hua Mulan, who returned home after removing her armor, was already a monster in the rumors around the countryside.
She was a mix of Xianbei and Han Chinese, her height was tall, her appearance not at all beautiful, her temperament was cold, her strength without a comparison. She had even killed before, wielded a saber before, and had the reputation of eating at the same table, living under the same roof as men for twelve years. She had long been prepared for a lifetime of loneliness.
The line she used to refuse the emissary from Rouran, as well as the requests of her relatives: “My menses never came before”, had further become the original sin of her failure at being a woman.
The He Mulan who’d been defrauded by the villagers until she wanted to vomit blood, resolutely stated:
If she could do it again, she’d definitely conceal her identity, accept the position in the bureaucracy, get a promotion, raise her salary and reach the pinnacle of her life.
In any case, she wouldn’t stand for this extreme suffering!
In the tenth year of Tianbao, the heroic emperor Gao Yang played the hip-bone pipa and sang by himself. The accompaniment was bizarre, absurd, terrifying, desperate and painful.
That year, Liu Taozi, who lived by the Zhang River, caught some fish, and the story began.
A young man of profound faith, he was a devoted Taoist, deeply fascinated by the immortal realm. He adored spirits, demons, demon children, beautiful women, alchemy, talismans, spirit pets, Taoist soldiers, dreams of goddesses, and even skeletons. He sacrificed his own body to feed demons, cultivating demons within his heart, and spent half his life as a wanderer, seeking only freedom. ——————The story of a young Taoist who cultivates Qi and seeks immortality.