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“The Golden Radiant Wall,” “The Tideblade’s End,” “The Dawn of the Silver Armor,” “The Sirens’ Nightmare,” “The Last Line of Defense Beneath the Sun”— Ophelia, the Empire’s First Knight. And you are nothing more than an obscure minor noble from the countryside. How are you supposed to face such an overwhelming gap? Klein’s response: Tonight, I absolutely have to tell my wife that the difference in stamina between a knight and a mage is simply too great — could she please stop pushing herself like this? Yes. Tonight.

There are seven Witches on the Red Moon Continent. The First Witch cursed the night. Since then, no one has dared wait alone until dawn. The Second Witch cursed language. Since then, speaking one’s true feelings has become the greatest luxury in the world. The Third Witch cursed memory. Since then, whenever heavy snow falls, people forget who they are. The Fourth Witch cursed appearance. Since then, even those closest to each other may not see each other’s true face. The Fifth Witch cursed desire. Since then, the more one possesses, the hungrier one becomes. The Sixth Witch cursed flaws. Since then, imperfection has become more terrifying than death. The Seventh Witch cursed fate. Since then, everyone’s life has been written in advance. The world fears them, worships them, and calls them calamities, divine punishment, and unstoppable natural disasters. But no one knows that the birth of the Seven Witches was simply because one player grinded achievements a little too hard. He had been a saint, a mentor, a savior. He had also been someone’s elder brother, someone’s confidant, someone’s one and only. It was just that at the end of every relationship, he faked his death and ran. Five hundred years later, Hiso returned. Only this time, the former min-maxing player had become Sophie: a silver-haired, red-eyed vampire girl with trash-tier stats in all five attributes and maxed-out Charisma. Sophie: “Is there, perhaps, a possibility that Hiso is already dead?” The Witches: “That’s all right.” “We’ll piece you back together.”

[Start as an Abomination] [Eldritch Cultivation] [Recruiting Demons] [Protecting Humanity] [Misunderstanding Followers] [No Romance] Chen Zhou transmigrates into a bizarre world overrun by demons and rampant with eldritch horrors. Here, monsters slaughter humans, spirits torment the living, and Immortals feast upon mankind. Malevolent forces run wild, demons are arrogant, Gods and Buddhas have perished, and the path of humanity is in decline. Fortunately, the entity Chen Zhou transmigrated into isn’t human either. He begins his journey as an Evil Spirit and activates the Evil God System. Fresh blood, flesh, souls—whatever an Evil God requires, he can sacrifice it all. As long as he offers sacrifices, he becomes stronger! But... the system never specified that he had to sacrifice humans, right? Chen Zhou falls into deep contemplation. [Sacrificed a common 100-year Black Snake Demon. Unlocked Special Building: The Blood Prison Pool!] [Sacrificed a Malignant Spirit that slaughtered a city in a vain attempt to become Immortal. Unlocked Minion: The Paper General!] [Sacrificed a millennial Living Corpse. Unlocked Exclusive Ability: White Bone Ghost Domain!] From that day forth, Chen Zhou established a city within his Ghost Domain. He slaughters Immortals, demons, and spirits alike; he recruits ghostly servants and evil attendants; he shelters the human race, basking in the faith of the masses to prove his Dao as an Evil God. "Since the Gods and Buddhas of this world refuse to offer salvation, it is up to me, an Evil Spirit, to protect all living beings." Using the body of an abomination to stand as an impregnable fortress, performing acts of blessing and grace.

What kind of experience is it to transmigrate into a prince? A handsome appearance, outstanding talent, absolute authority… great. Surely this is where the script turns to me governing diligently and making a grand display of my abilities, right! Hehe, I’m definitely going to conquer the world! But when Faust picked up the shoe his dance partner had left behind, he suddenly realized something. So this is actually a fairy-tale world! But can someone tell me… What does it mean for a “Snow White” whose beauty brings a bitter winter, whose singing bestows madness? What does it mean for a “Little Red Riding Hood” who is a generational blood-moon scion, a hunter who hunts down the ancients? What does it mean for the “Daughter of the Sea” who commands the deep-blue hordes and judges all land-dwelling beings?