As eerie whispers echo in my ears and the mists of the unknown slowly part, I use my mortal body as fuel, ...commanding my own cult in the narrow gap between madness and sanity.
[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.
Transmigrated into a new world, Lu Yuan finds himself facing hell mode right from the start. A chilling Victorian-style clinic, wriggling mists outside the window, and at his feet—the scaly, mysterious corpse of his predecessor. In this mad world where knowledge equals corruption, Lu Yuan possesses a unique cheat: he can see the [Experience Bar] of all things. Reading forbidden tomes? [Occultism +1] Dissecting Deep Ones? [Anatomy +10] Gazing upon the Unspeakable? [Sanity -1, Willpower +5] While others descend into madness at a mere glimpse of the truth, Lu Yuan decides to use raw data to crush the eldritch horrors. Taking over the clinic, he treats not only human ailments but aberrations as well. He performs surgery on gilled sailors, listens to the dreams of deep-sea kin, and through relentless grinding, transforms cosmic terrors into controllable skills. When the rest of the world loses its mind to the truth, Lu Yuan looks at his maxed-out skill tree, adjusts his monocle, and smiles: "There is no such thing as the supernatural. If it seems that way, it just means I haven't farmed enough XP yet."
Zuo Lin'an discovered that he had transmigrated. He originally thought this was just an ordinary alternative world. It wasn't until he met his best friend, Xu Youyou, and learned that his aunt was actually a Specter Master, that he finally realized he had transmigrated into a supernatural world. Moreover, this supernatural world was not quite what he had imagined. Because he accidentally found out that he might have a chance to become a dungeon boss! This is a novel in the Specter Assimilation series. Not having read the previous work will not affect your reading experience. Welcome, and enjoy!
Olivia wakes up to find herself transported to another world—one where supernatural powers are real. Empires wage constant wars, and heretical organizations emerge without end. And she herself… has become a nun planted inside the Church as an undercover agent for a heretical sect? This is bad. Very bad.
“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.
"Even though I've been reincarnated as the weakest among the chromatic dragons, and even though I've crossed over as a little female dragon with a disastrous starting hand, at least I'm part of a top-tier race. It’s better than being reincarnated as a maggot." Jonavili Frator Amody looked at her pure white dragon scales, now covered in bloodstains and dust, and was forced to accept the reality: she had somehow transmigrated to this magical continent as a white wyrmling because of a drinking bout. "Since I've come to this strange world, how could I not make a grand name for myself? Hehe, hehe, hehe..."