Evening Bell Church

Heed my call! O’ Dragon of Eternal Sin, the Progressive Disaster, the Forerunner, the Land of Eternal Peace, the Flames of Soul Burning, He Who Owns The Deep Soul, the Sound of Origin, the First Cause of All Things, the Principle of Circles… o’ great Negary, your servant calls for your return! Within the darkness, someone was harmoniously chanting, he was smiling, as he knew he would finally become one with his God. And all of this, came from the remnant soul that was deceived to travelling to a different world and had his Protagonist Aura stolen.

Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world. "Does this mean that I will become a monster?" In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful by faith. "Then I am a god!" In ancient times, they were regarded as feared by demons and fed on fear. "I will become the master of ghost stories!" But under the scouring of the torrent of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of text that were regarded as nonsense. "It is my duty to recast the glory of ghost stories." But you're not a weirdo, well, you're not human either. "Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster."

【Western Fantasy ➕ Multiple Heroines ➕ Weird ➕ Cthulhu ➕ Elves】 The dark twist hidden under the civilized world, and the weird whispers that only sound in the middle of the night! When the fog rose on the sea, the world became an isolated island. At first, I just thought I was reborn in an era of backward technology, with no mobile phones, computers, or WiFi. Fortunately, I look "billion" and have a "billion" personality, so I don't have to live a 996 life like before. That's it, peace, peace, until one day, the kind old father whispered to him the truth of this world. "What! Those gods worshipped by the church really exist? "What! Our family is actually a heretic? The kind who will be hung on the gallows and burned to death if caught?" He was in a bad mood and said tremblingly: "Can I expel you all from the family? " The kind old father stroked the belt around his waist with his hand, and his face became more kind.

Autumn of 1840. The world is like a whale floating up, igniting a fire in the eyes of the boy. A letter from more than ten miles away, a traveler from a foreign land, and several wonderful and fantastic stories. Ritualists, strange objects, alien species, invisible techniques; Cursed secret texts, pointy-eared cats and dragons, little people under the floor, castles walking in dreams; Science and mystery, fantasy and reality. The boy tapped his cane, staggered with the times, and his black hair flew and melted in the laughter behind him: "Those who are against us are bad guys!" The monsters said. ———— This book is also known as: "The end of mysticism is probably afternoon tea", "My sect members are not quite right" Keywords: Victorian fantasy, mysticism, esotericism, cat people's daily life

After graduating, Su Jing was met with rejection everywhere he went. Discouraged, he returned home to adjust his mood. He then discovered that his own backyard had become the Galactic Garbage Station. Every day, lots of tr*sh would suddenly appear – some were from Tomb of God, Battle Through the Heavens, Coiling Dragon, One Piece, Naruto, Bleach, X-Men, Captain America, Iron Man, and even from the Marvel Universe. As the owner of the garbage station, Su Jing had the duty to process all these tr*sh. In the beginning, he thought it would be a hard and unprofitable task. Afterwards, he discovered that this was actually the most beautiful and cushy job of his entire life.

Hell is empty, evil spirits are revived, the world is like hell. Li Yue, who traveled through the mysterious revived world, has no cheats. He can only work hard to become stronger so that he can have the qualifications to live freely in this desperate world.

For twenty years, Bai Luo had been thinking that he had been reincarnated in an ordinary world, until one day, a black book appeared in his mind. “Is there magic in this world?” Facing Bai Luo’s question, uncle Saros decisively said: “No.” “But there are miracles.” “What is a miracle?” “It can be a sword that can release flames or a pot that can create gold” “It can be a beautiful girl that was born from a fruit.” “She can control fog, manipulate storms, and dominate lightning.” “Magic!” Bai Luo slapped the table and shouted “That is definitely magic!” “No!” Uncle Saros said, “This is really a miracle.” Many years later, Bai Luo looked at the magnificent scenery of the country he had built. He agreed with what uncle Saros said, “This is a miracle…”

There is a strange card shop on the corner of a downtown street. Cards with special powers are made by this card shop. Creature cards, magic cards, ritual cards, venue cards, temporary cards... There, mysterious magic, exquisite equipment, terrifying creatures, and even ancient heritage, everything appears in the form of cards. Undead, wild beasts, dragons, ancient lizards... There, the power of creatures of all races is gathered in the cards. It is said that only excellent players are eligible to be invited by the owner to enter the second floor. Similarly, only powerful believers can truly have the power to control cards. "Welcome to my card shop, I am the owner Fang Tian."

Bai Song, 18 years old, seems to be a traveler. After Bai Song was killed by a mud truck, he found himself transported to another world, and he even had a panel that could summon Servants. Before Bai Song could feel happy, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have crossed over to the Type-Moon world. Moreover, it was at a time point under the pen of Gen Urobuchi, the warrior of love. Bai Song smiled wryly. “If I commit su*cide now, I should be happier, right?” And then… Looking at the summoning formation, he saw a blue-gray large cat holding a trophy that read “National Rat-Catching Champion.” Bai Song suddenly realized that the Type-Moon world had become much less terrifying in an instant.

All heavens and realms, infinite worlds, infinite selves meet here. The road to knowledge, communication, wisdom, inheritance, and truth is long and difficult, but we can follow it. Dragon Clan Baimo: Alchemy, Dragon Clan Civilization, measuring the mysteries of elements with wisdom, I will eventually be crowned king. Froth with a fist: The evolution of living things is so wonderful, wait and see me crack open the sky lock and liberate the limiter. Conan Foam: Magnificent magic, infinite time chaos, the secret medicine to reverse youth, the fish will eventually jump out of the water and sublimate into a dragon. Hokage Baimo: Yin and Yang Bagua, performing Yi Dao, Lianshan, Guizang, and embarking on the path of spiritual practice.

Introduction: [Single female lead + live broadcast + ghost exploration] Jiang Yuan outdoor live broadcast, night fishing in a strange reservoir, scared the popular anchor Xiao Yimei to tears! Directly rushed to the hot search The agent was anxious, "Let you walk into science, popularize scientific knowledge, and you have the ghost army borrowing the road? Terminate the contract!" Jiang Yuan: "Don't, it's all science, you listen to my explanation!" The supervisor came to the door and asked him to investigate the murder The platform came to the door and signed a contract with an annual salary of tens of millions! Jiang Yuan is crazy in the horror forbidden land, Popularity rises, system rewards are also rubbed, Are the audience scared away? Jiang Yuan: "Oh, then I feel relieved"

“Lu Li, the sinner, slew his fellow disciples and stole the secret sword. Now that the evidence is conclusive, so combined punishment for several crimes will be meted out. He is no longer the disciple of the inner sect. Send him to the eighth level of the Dark Prison. Never be released!” Lu Li opened his eyes and put his hand on his knee without expression, trying to get up. “Kneel!” Lu Li stood up straight and listened to the commotion behind him. A trace of mock flashed across his handsome face, and his eyes glanced all his fellow disciples standing in the square. Anyone who was glanced by him would subconsciously avoid his eyes. In an instant, the entire sect square fell into an eerie silence. “Execute him! Immediately!”