[Ancient High-Martial World • No System • Game World • Villain MC • Pure Evil]

He wakes up in the body of a degenerate gambler, and from that moment on, begins a life of unrepentant sin.

Morals? None.

Conscience? Gone.

He's done every vile thing imaginable.

In a twisted death game where power feeds on desire and obsession, he has only one goal:

Slaughter every last trace of human will.

A man who races against time in the Marvel universe, hungry for pleasure. In the dark night, Nuohe stood on top of the building in a black robe, overlooking the bustling New York City. He lowered the brim of his hat and said in a low voice: They are restless, because I…

He grasped the supreme mystery, transformed into one identity after another, staged a big show, but in the end all became real

Behind him, there are many people standing, Madara with Sharingan open, Artoria holding the holy sword, Doflamingo laughing, proud Gilgamesh…

See introduction?

It’s small, the pattern is small!

In theory, you can't guess how my plot will develop.

[Xu Zhe] Interpretation: A very self-disciplined and honest person, the last pure one in the world of immortal cultivation, the last hope of mankind!

"Medicine, medicine..."

Chu Ci stared indifferently at the dying First Emperor, crushing the pill in his hand into powder.

"Let's stop taking drugs, starting with you and me."

Outside the palace, Zhao Yan, covered in dog muzzles, and Li Xiang, with horns growing on his head, were practically beating their brains out.

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Four hundred years passed in a flash.

As the saying goes, long separations must reunite, long reunions must separate.

"I'll tell you my name, and shock you. I'm Lingling Shang...!"

Before he could finish his words, Chu Ci tore his head off.

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Another eight hundred years, axelight and candlelight.

Chu Ci patted Old Zhao's shoulder, looking at Zhao Er, who, even with his head blown off, could still swing his axe and chop.

"Little brother, you, Old Er, are quite extraordinary."

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A thousand years passed in a flash, atop Meishan Mountain.

Chu Ci, dressed in white, stood in the wind, glancing at the current emperor as he hung a rope.

"Little dog, this crooked tree isn't strong enough. Let's try another."

Looking out over the capital, breached by countless treacherous attacks, Emperor Qiming, ready to sacrifice his life for his country, froze.

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[The treacherous erosion, the fall of Heaven.]

[Note: This book doesn't follow the 'traditional cultivation of immortality' path. There will be no mortals rising to the realm of cultivation. Instead, it follows the long course of history, the rise and fall of dynasties, and is guaranteed to satisfy our readers.]

When elves appear in the real world, everyone should be happy. But with them comes "weirdness." When the elves in this world fail to evolve, they become "weirdness." A peaceful world can easily become a hellish place. Fresh off the college entrance exam, Liu Ye and his friends encounter this "weirdness." Starting with Hell difficulty, see how the group navigates this "weirdness"!

Sins under the sun, riddles in the night, this is a bizarre cyberpunk world... In the future of Brilliant City in 2276, the urban population explodes, human life span is extended, supplies are in short supply, food is poisonous, and classes are solidified. Childbirth is difficult, and crises are lurking in every corner of the city. In the mysterious 13 departments, Jean walks among the complicated forces, creating order in the city...

A journey that has never been taken redefines the concept of life.

An unprecedented challenge and evolution opens up the thinking about life and emotions.

"Firefly City", the opposition between freedom and order, the unity of nature and technology, here, we can glimpse a corner of future civilization.

The brain trembles and the blood burns.

The game begins with the ticking of a pocket watch. Fike, a psychiatrist living in lies, devours the crazy blood plague and pursues the suffocating truth.

Sick beasts, silent killers, and cold-blooded mad doctors join the game one after another.

The roar of ancient machinery opens the curtain of the stage. Chaos plagues the beast curses the numb parts the hungry dining tables. What will the world look like in the end?

This is the final curtain call performance, the players are going crazy!

The mysterious golden dragon tattoo on the chest, the strange human-shaped corpse in the grave, the dying beggar speaking a strange language, the modern writing on the ancient stone tablet, all these deeply trouble Wu Zhongyuan, who am I? where am i from? where am i going…