The Witcher Loads The Thriller Game

Annan transmigrated to a new world – the Land of Dense Fog. He had become a rare elite NPC who possessed the player’s system. However, he had the heart of a player. I like to stir up matters, and unbridled. But, I’m a kind player. The ally of justice who is favored by this world. I’m on a main mission. As the righteous player, I’m following my destiny to eradicate you, the evil NPC! Dear player, I’d recommend you to stop running away. The mission is completed. I’m the righteous NPC now to punish you, the evil players… — In the long dark night, the crimson moon hangs high in the sky. Hoarse whisper patrols the streets. The brass steam engine is emitting blood mist. Your brain is in ecstasy; your eyes are enchanted. With cracked skins, it sprouts new flesh. In the gray mists, shirek cries come from the flesh wall that consumes thousands of corpses… “Stop crying, our players don’t bite. They just want to play with you.” The Solitary Schemer, Number 1 Player, Land of Dense Fog’s Savior, Leader of 13 Saints, Friend of 12 Upright Deity, Pioneer King, “The Righteous One,” Gatekeeper of Forth Disaster, Crownless Deity, the great Annan advised kindly.

This world is Heaven. Because this world has everything you dream of, everything you wish for. This world is Hell. Because everyone in this world are parts of a never-ending massacre. Are you fighting to survive, or fighting to come home?

Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance. It was a weird club that sold strange items and with a servant girl that had 300 years of working experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club to exchange anything precious they own for what they want. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Every successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little. “Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.” As thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss.

I woke up in my sleep, and a strange door appeared in my home…Behind every door is a strange world. In the nightmare world, Jiang Cheng added the news from the strong man to the fat man, and he almost cried when he heard the latter, “If you die here, the whole family will stand upside down and bleed?” “Is such that.” “Then I don’t think you are too scared?” The fat man widened his eyes. Jiang Cheng turned his head and said in a very formal tone: “Because I am an orphan.”

With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears? Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions. Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of “The Fool”.

Xiao Bing, who used to be a top soldier in mercenary and came back to normal life because of the death of his best friend. He started over, played dumb and coped with difficulties. He stood on the bones of others and held beauty by his side. Finally, he succeeded and became the emperor of the city. “Brother Bing, please protect my little sister as well as my families carefully. I feel lucky to accompany you during these 6 years. It is my honor to go through fire and water with you. I’m not regretful!” I’m not regretful! Thinking of what Su Peiya had said before dying, Xiao Bing clenched his fists tightly and cried. He made a decision to protect Su Peiya’s families before finding the spy of Long Men and to make rightful claims for Su Peiya. Xiao Bing did not love Su Peiya, but he regarded her as his only best friend! He unfastened the seat belt when the plane landed safely. Looking at the urn in his hands, he sighed, “We have arrived at Jiang City. You get home now, Peiya.”

This is a game that surpasses dimensions. It is also a competition for the search of truth. Unknown seals, a game of chance with ghosts and gods… The digital struggle, the redemption of humans… In the virtual world that links with reality——It consciously decided us. It consciously chose us. It consciously decided our consciousness. And now, throw away your fear. Throw away your selfish thoughts, questions, and resistance… Free your mind. Welcome to: Thriller Paradise.

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. 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.

In this latest work by Lord of the Mysteries author, Cuttlefish That Loves Diving, be prepared for a well-thought out and detailed apocalyptic, cyberpunk world with a setting superseding Lord of the Mysteries! Our protagonist, Shang Jianyao, is crazy—literally crazy, at least that’s what the doctors said. Living in a huge, underground building of Pangu Biology, one of the few remaining factions in this apocalyptic wasteland known as the Ashlands, he acts in unfathomable ways that’s head-scratching, comical, and shrewd. So is he really crazy? Probably. He has a grand dream: to save all of humanity. Intricately tied to this dream is something everyone in the Ashlands believes in: Deep in a particular ruin buried away by danger and famine, a path leading to a new world awaits. To step into the new world, one only needs to find a special key and open that certain door. There, the land is bountiful, as if milk and honey flows freely. The sunlight is dazzling, as if all coldness and darkness are washed away. The people will no longer have to face desolation, monsters, infections, mutations, and all kinds of dangers. There, children are joyous, adults are happy, everything is fine as they are supposed to be. Every Antiquarian, Ruin Hunter, and Historian roaming the Ashlands knows: That’s the New World.

There was a waiting mirror in front of Bai Fan. In the mirror, Bai Fan was laughing at himself. It’s weird– Because he didn’t laugh at all. Under Bai Fan’s gaze, the corner of his mouth in the mirror was grinning to the base of his neck. Even Bai Fan, who had always been calm, showed a touch of surprise. Seeing the other party opening his blood basin to his head, Bai Fan slowly raised the phone in his hand—— There was a click. He compared to a scissor hand and took a group photo.

On that day, the fog blocked everything. On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship. On that day, he stepped through the thick fog and confronted a completely subverted and fragmented world— the old order had vanished, strange phenomena dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society, and isolated island city-states and fleets of ships challenged the sea that had become the last ember of lights for the civilized world. All of this while the shadows of the old days were still stirring in the deep sea, waiting to devour this world that was about to die. But for the new captain of the ghost ship Vanished, there was only one question he had to consider first — Who knows how to drive this ship?!

In the process of crossing, it merged with the computer, and the computer has also evolved into a super-intelligent brain, which seems to be good But this is a weird world, ah hey! A walking supercomputer, powerful enough to use the butterfly effect to influence unrelated people Even reliable calculation predicts the future, does this count as knowing destiny? Use science to analyze the mystery, there is nothing in this world that cannot calculate the truth If there is, then there is not enough energy Yang qi is nothing but the energy released by cell metabolism.