Cthulhu + steam + punk + global beasts...a huge world where terror has revived. (You need to bring your brain to read this book!)

Can divination be used to fight? Can slime become a god?

Does fighting have to rely on brutal collisions? You don’t have to be a fool if you have brains.

Develop your own behind-the-scenes organization and train your subordinates as thugs.

Norton Coulter used chess pieces to move the line of fate again and again.

Only when the incident was over, everyone was shocked to discover that they were just a pawn!

People call him [Lord of Slime] [The Ruler Behind the Scenes] [Mysterious Diviner] [Guide of Destiny] [Master of Layout] [Destroyer of the Old Gods] [Captain]...

He transmigrated and became a Black Iron Assassin in Xiao Rizi.

"A hitman? I wouldn't even be a dog. You can't make much money licking blood off a knife's edge. I'd rather go back to China and deliver takeout!"

Although that's what Jing Mo thought, reality gave him a harsh blow.

The target who unexpectedly appeared at the airport died mysteriously, and the blame was placed on him.

The second target was stabbed to death by his mistress's incompetent husband, and the blame was placed on him.

Next up is the third... the fourth...

Each of his targets dies mysteriously, but to outsiders, Jing Mo is a high-IQ killer!

He disdained to carry out the assassination himself, instead disguising each one as an accident and often admiring the "art" he created on the spot.

The beautiful leader of the assassin organization: "Very good, my Amaterasu Demon Hand needs someone like you."

The legendary female assassin said, "Compared to Jing Mo, I'm just a rookie assassin."

A beautiful and incredibly wealthy CEO: "Stop being an assassin, become my personal bodyguard!"

Jing Mo: "Please stop making things up, I'm really not a god-level assassin!"

Knowing that she’ll die tomorrow from a female ghost’s attack, Zhu Yang goes binge-drinking the night before she dies.

The next day, she wakes up, mind still disoriented from the previous night’s drunkenness. Looking around, her house is a mess, and there is a female ghost hanging out of the TV, having drilled halfway out.

More importantly, the female ghost is dead!

Her pig friends then all accuse her of how cruelly and inhumanely she destroyed the female ghost to death.

Zhu Yang: I’m not! I’m not! Don’t talk nonsense! I am a weak woman like a delicate flower who only screams when she encounters something horrible.

In regards to this, the female ghost who thought she could kill this weak woman handily but was killed instead: I have something to say!

A suspected radiation disaster leads to the destruction of the world, and things in the game appear in the distant future world.

Spirit becomes substance, spirit distorts matter.

The new human "containers" control and contain the "thought bodies" of the spiritual residue of ancient humans that caused pollution.

Yao Yan, who was sleeping, woke up as a missing person, only to find that he could still log in to the game.

Get power from the game and discover the truth behind the collapse of the world in a world rebuilt in the wasteland.

The organ city made of iron and wood became the ladder for Yanren.

The marvelous city of steel and steam has turned into a paradise of killing.

The city-state of wise men built with white boulders has fallen into decay.

The frosty white angel in the extremely cold land inflicts cold destruction.

The underwater city has also become an abyss where monsters gather.

The city of the sun surrounded by flying dragons brings a disaster like purgatory.

And as part of the rumor, the crows are his power.

What has happened to this world in these years.

ps: Involving foundation-like elements, myth and legend elements, game systems, and story copy flow

Tags: D&D, Western Fantasy, Fantasy Synopsis: Xing Ze, a tabletop RPG enthusiast, transmigrates into the body of a farmer in Faerûn, initially believing he'll lead a mundane life. However, he discovers something strange about Faerûn. "How do you know this top-secret information?" the villainous leader asks, puzzled. "Because I'm sick of using this module," Xing Ze replies casually. My new book, *The Unofficial Believer's Cultivation Manual*, is released; please support it!

Place of Birth: Bone Sea Identity: Skeleton… In the next moment, Yun Ming, still in a daze, was swept into the battlefield. Thus, a bewildered gray bone was ruthlessly hijacked by fate. What kind of unknowns will he face?

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The world swam into focus through a haze of gray-white mist, the only sound a persistent, dry crackling in unseen ears. Yun Ming’s consciousness flickered, slowly anchoring itself to a body lying flat on… bones. Countless bones, forming a desolate, shifting landscape beneath him. He tried to sit up, but agony exploded through his frame, sharp and absolute. Looking down, he saw not flesh, but gray-white ribs. Above, slender leg bones stretched where his own should be.

“I… am a skeleton?” The thought echoed in the hollow cavity of his skull, a silent scream of disbelief swallowed by the oppressive mist. Around him, other skeletal figures stirred, mindless automatons rising from the osseous sea, only for some to suddenly collapse, scattering back into the landscape like brittle twigs. Death was palpable here, a constant presence reinforced by the chilling whispers of disintegration.

A voice, alien yet intimate, suddenly bloomed within his mind, urging him forward, into the unknown grayness. With excruciating effort, fueled by a primal fear and a dawning, terrifying awareness, Yun Ming forced his fragile new body upright. This was the Bone Sea. This was his new, horrifying beginning. And in this realm of endless death, survival was the only imperative. His journey, fraught with pain and the constant threat of dissolution, had just begun.

Jiang Ming, a once-genius lawyer, was framed by his mentor and forced to work as a food delivery driver.

In a desperate situation, he unexpectedly awakens the "Sky Eye System," which allows him to see through all legal loopholes!

He speaks out for the underprivileged and confronts the wealthy, using the law as a weapon to declare war on the world of corruption.

Watch as he turns the tables, overturns his conviction, conquers the aloof female prosecutor who once sent him out of court, and becomes a legendary legal genius!

Introduction

Good news: I have traveled through time!

And I am the first world-class BOSS [Evil Spirit Wizard] in the world of "Holy Traces and Eternal Poems" that has not yet grown up. Next, I just need to follow the plot.

Within the five-year plan, I will sacrifice blood to three large steam cities, slaughter a large number of towns and manors, kill dozens of extraordinary people and law enforcement teams that have besieged me, and show the terrifying power of evil gods for more than ten times.

I have been on the front page of the mainland steam daily at least twenty times.

Become the most ferocious cub in the new era of steam!

In the towering Holy Witch Ancient Temple, countless believers worship me, and in the roar of the throne of sin, I will reach the peak of evil life.

...

Bad news: At the peak of evil life, I will be calculated by fellow BOSS, stabbed in the back by my confidante, besieged by the extraordinary knights of the Holy See, and be plotted by the tantric conspirators, and finally die tragically!

I, who have immortal characteristics, will be dismembered, sealed, and suppressed.

Eventually, it became a bold and colorful stroke in the background of the world of "Holy Relics: Eternal Poems"!

...

"I don't want to be made into a specimen and hung on the wall, and I don't want to be written into a book as a negative example for people to criticize!"

said Zorn, who traveled through time.

"Whoever wants to be the damn evil god BOSS can do it. Now I just want to develop steadily and low-key."

Before, I had no choice.

Now, I just want to be a law-abiding good citizen, an excellent tax-paying entrepreneur, a young steam science wizard, the leading philanthropist of the steam city-state, the billionaire behind the monastery, and the behind-the-scenes promoter of Her Majesty the Queen.

In a world full of strange and bizarre whispers, a soft murmur penetrated the gray fog of the spirit world.

"Who will die next?"

Inheriting the extraordinary characteristics from his parents, Brad Rand, who thought he would never be able to become an extraordinary person in this life, accidentally got a crudely made crystal pen at a flea market, and since then embarked on a completely different path from what he imagined.

A crystal pen from the dragon path made him see the different colors of this world.

The mysterious master above the gray fog, the people abandoned by God, the noble lady of Backlund... Mr. 'Chariot' Brad made a rich contribution to this mysterious gathering in the Tarot Club that was pulled into by the mysterious Mr. Fool.

"He has been pretending to be poor! I thought his real identity was a duke... or an earl, with a wealth of more than 50,000 gold pounds! He can't fool the audience!" Miss 'Justice' said righteously.

"Mr. 'Chariot' has a wide range of knowledge, and his talent for financial management is really impressive." The 'Hanged Man' handed over his wealth of many years and was in a good mood.

"There aren't many valuable things in Silver City." 'Sun' said to Mr. Fool dejectedly.

And the high and mighty 'Fool' Klein: ... I have a mother's criticism, but I don't know whether to say it or not.

'Chariot' Brad: Huh? I'm just a poor guy!

The 23rd Path of God: Pauper.

False Sequence 9: I only know how to count money, I can't hit people!

Real Sequence 9: We'll kill him!

Keyword: Lord of Mysteries.

[Lighthearted/Slice-of-Life/Game Design/Game/Raising/Simulation]

(Minesweeper premise: The female lead doesn't date but gets stalked by career-oriented people. Her behavior doesn't seem like she's involved in something sinister, but her thinking is quite wicked. She often casually torments the chosen one or sets traps for others. She hasn't reached the behind-the-scenes stage yet.)

In the early stages of the game, Su Xiaojun neither died nor was reborn; he just had some unusual dreams while sleeping.

In my dream, my talent was a bit strange. My colleagues were very kind, my seniors were honest and trustworthy, and my juniors were uncompetitive and unscrupulous. I could get whatever I wanted. I kept a shiny slime, a flowering thorn bush, and a gaming-playing pipe cleaner spider...

One day, the game descended upon the world, and mystery began to resurface.

Messenger of Calamity, Dark Lord, Ruler of the World...

These impressive titles gradually spread among the players.

"Let's put another lottery machine at the entrance of Dracula's Castle."

Su Xiaojun, who had become a top-tier game designer, instructed his assistant in this way.

"Yes, sir." The slime, who boasts eighteen titles of demon god and sweeps across the universe, diligently serves as a cushion in the studio.

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[Talent Name]: Hmph (S-Rank)

A sudden inspiration, unprecedented, insatiable desires, greedy, arrogant and disdainful of the world, stubborn and unyielding, a state of utter confusion... But as long as your heart is not evil, no one can do anything to you right now.

Su Xiaojun: Is your talent genuine? Why does that sound like you're insulting me...?