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 car, a gun, and as a police officer, I staged an American-style idai on the West Coast.

Capture my informant and beat up my little brother. Are you so cruel?

Have you asked me about the gun in my hand?

You must know that a gun is fast from seven steps away, but within seven steps, a gun is accurate and fast!

The power of a higher civilization begins to erode the entire world. Our world order begins to crumble, disintegrate, and turn to ash. A system called the Old Games sweeps the globe; from now on, to survive, we can only do the following: 1. Strive to survive in every Old Games. 2. Don't move or look where you shouldn't, and complete each game's main quest. 3. "Stay sane!" does not include: 1. Tricking an NPC and making them copy the Ghoul Codex 100 times as punishment. 2. Using the skill [Slide] against the Deep One. 3. Sacrificing an NPC... Mist spreads across the desolate and barren plains, and believers and non-believers will eventually set foot on this land. 'It' is there, and everything seems almost insignificant to 'It'. Even death itself has no such meaning. Where will the world go? ... Cthulhu, Investigators, Role-Playing Groups, Global Game System

[Slow-paced + Ensemble Cast Elements + Growth + No Cheats]

Ji Nian is an ordinary office worker, spending Monday to Friday repeating the same daily grind and sleeping in his dorm on weekends—a seven-day cycle that plays on endless repeat. Everything stays the same until a newly hired assistant disrupts this monotonous loop.

The assistant is a very beautiful girl. She takes him hiking up mountains, to see the sea, to amusement parks, and to do many things he’s never experienced before... But for some reason, even though these are all things he’s never done before, Ji Nian feels an inexplicable sense of familiarity—almost as if he’s done them not just once, but many times!

Until that day, when he’s driving alone through the silence...

I am Conrad Coz, the Primarch of the Midnight Lords of the Eighth Legion.

An unexpected event freed me from the constant nagging of prophecies, but the price was that I became a woman.

They also acquired a suit of armor that was among the best even in the Golden Age.

Whether you are the Chaos Astartes of evil gods, Space Marines loyal to the Empire, or any other heretics or aliens, if you dare to block my path, I'll make sure you suffer the consequences!

Children! Let the galaxy burn!

In the middle of the 21st century, a meaningful message brought mankind to an unknown territory-the Boundary Convention: unknown purpose, unknown source, what kind of crazy extraterrestrial invasion? Or is it an attempt to cover up between major powers?

Since then, earth-shaking changes have taken place on the earth, rising sea levels compress the living space of human beings, and the weird body decomposition makes the only human beings face the crisis of genocide... Everything seems to indicate that human beings will eventually be bound by gravity Live alone, die alone.

More and more things with visions squeezed into this tiny planet from unheard of places. Supporters, opponents, and human beings with their own ulterior motives also began to make enemies in private for their own ideas.

A woman in an oil painting seems to be the key to everything. She makes people crazy but also gives people hope... Can men and women on the pioneers still smile?