As Zong Yan sat in the classroom, he always felt like the odd man out. His body was there but his soul had sneaked out the window. He wanted to do anything, wanted to be anyone, as long as he wasn’t himself.... more>>

He had a cool and unbelievable superpower:

He could extract different persona cards from the void with his bare hands. With a high enough “SAN” value, Zong Yan could become an entirely different being. Superpowers, ancient gods, eldritch powers, even… an Outer God.

Soaring above the dome of the magical city, he was the free-flying son of the wind.

Strolling through the rain-soaked, foggy streets of London, he was the secretive and unpredictable night watchman.

Walking in the extravagance and glamour of New York, he was the sun god who held the light in his hands.

Diving into the geometric city of R’lyeh, he was the indescribable king.

In the gorgeous and colorful world of dreams, he was the original belief in the universe.

Early to bed, early to rise, going to school on time, working late to save the world. A senior at Qingyang High School by day, honors scholar at Miskatonic University by night. Investigating unusual events all over the world during summer and winter vacation, battling wits and courage with evil gods, dedicated to preserving peace and saving a faltering world.

Zong Yan: Thanks, but I’m just an ordinary high school kid.

* CP is an unnamable evil god <<less

After winning the championship this year, the jungler of the team VW regretfully retired due to an injury relapse.... more>>

As always, Chu Ke controlled his little mage impassively. His teammates chattered continuously behind him.

"Which jungler did the executives take a fancy to?"

"It seems to be Rafael."

Known as the demon king mid-laner who made little to no mistake, he activated flash accidentally after hearing the response. For the first time in his life, he wished he was deaf.

#What do I do! My nemesis became a teammate! Urgent!
#How to kill your own teammate in game! Urgent! <<less

The Third Prince, Zong Luo, and the King of Beining, Yu Beizhou, have been at odds with each other.... more>>

Water and fire were never compatible. Their tit-for-tat confrontation was exhaustible.

Unfortunately, things went awry. After an imperial edict came, Zong Luo laughed facing the heavens. His ink hair was scattered, and he closed his eyes and committed su*cide under the city gate.

However, he woke up again.

Following that, he became entwined with Yu Beizhou once more, till death eventually came upon him.

His enemy’s face was stunning, flamboyant, and sinful. Only after staring at him did he only notice a little bit of light floating within his unfathomable eyes.

“Senior martial brother,” Yu Beizhou said in a low voice, grasped his sword in hand, and touched his eyebrows intimately, “We meet again.”

…….

That night, Zong Luo had a dream.

He dreamed that after his death, the man sewed up his uncollected body, and kept it in an ice coffin for nine years.

Glory, wealth, and world domination that will last for thousands of generations- Zong Luo didn’t want it, but Yu Beizhou got it all.

However, no one knows that after going to court every day, after the tyrant dismissed the palace servants, he would walk into the cold bed chamber alone.

“Senior martial brother, it’s already nine years.” Yet it’s still so cold no matter how warm it is.

“I hate you so much.” He held the body in his arms and muttered to himself.

-Hate is the strongest form of love- <<less

The dead broke small streamer Zong Qi received a random message one day.... more>>

[Congratulations! You have received Alpha access to the system, Horror Film Director. Signing actors with potential, come and shoot the film that fits you the best!]
Zong Qi: ? tr*sh commercial, deleted

That night, he got pulled onto the set of a horror film and was informed that if he didn’t shoot it… He’ll die.

He was lucky that the actors were all working as hard as they could, and the director only needed to stand around and watch the show.

But because he had been given way too much, Zong Qi didn’t hesitate at all before making his own changes.

Under his false identity was an ‘evil mastermind’ that fought with the actors on everything.

The immoral things he’s done on set include but aren’t limited to–

Personally putting makeup on the ghost, teaching actors how to mess and change the script, exposing himself at crucial times…

People as arrogant as him usually don’t have good endings when their identities were revealed.

What Zong Qi didn’t expect was that instead of the actors joining up for revenge, an unlucky bastard’s whose plans had been spoilt by him countless times appeared instead.

The man took off his glasses, revealing a pair of closed eyes, his face beautiful and cold.

The brush dipped in paint hooked past the young man’s neck, full of danger.

“You dirtied my brush.”

He smirked, drawling, “As punishment, I’ll dirty you.” <<less

The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket.... more>>

If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death.

No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way.

Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain.

Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh.

As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him.

That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped.

“What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.”

—

He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds.

Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy. <<less