Late Night Bookstore

Several hundred thousand players are trapped in a gritty zombie apocalypse survival game just after game launch. There are hints that deaths in the game might be serving some other terrible purpose in the background of reality… The main character, Liu Gan, is a quadruple amputee in real life. A quirk in the server code recognized his prosthetic limbs as ‘real limbs’ in game, giving him ‘normal’ arms and legs that nonetheless have the strength and power of steel limbs, and thus far more power than a normal player. With this minor cheat helping him survive the early stages of the game, Liu Gan sets out to find out what exactly is going on, and to endure as long as he can.

In the year 1368, at the end of July, deep crimson shall descend from the heavens.

As soon as Gao Yan came back from vacation in his hometown, he found that there was an eight-handed wooden evil Guanyin in his suitcase that could not be thrown away. The moment he stepped out of the temple, Gao Yan fell into the Guan Luo Yin scene. A prompting in his ears spoke: Welcome to the game of the gods~ First, please be sure to obey the words of the gods. Second, the latest red hot post on the top read: Shock! The whereabouts of Chu Suibi, the only person in the world who passed the main god-level difficulty, is unknown. According to insiders, Chu Suibi is chasing his wife. Yes, you have read that right, that old dog forced Chu Suibi to have a wife! Gao Yan, who has never involved himself with worldly matters, meets Chu Suibi, someone who is too keen to break the rules. Gao Yan: I am a good person. Chu Suibi: Me too. God: Bullshit!!!

Lin Jie, a transmigrator, is the owner of a bookstore in another world. He’s kind and warm-hearted, often recommending healing books to customers who are going through a tough time. From time to time, he secretly promotes his own work too. Over time, these customers begin to respect him greatly, some even frequently bringing local specialties to repay his favor. They often seek his professional opinion when it comes to selecting books, and share their experiences with this ordinary bookstore owner to people around them. They respectfully and intimately refer to him using names such as the “Demon God’s Lackey”, “Propagator of the Flesh and Blood Gospel”, “ ‘Corpse Devouring Sect’s Rites and Customs’ Author” and “Shepherd of the Stars”. “???”

I traverse along the pathway of darkness and imagination… Entering the realm born by human imaginations… Challenging Harry Potter’s magic, commanding the great Pirates of the Caribbean. Terminating the Terminator’s strength, tearing apart the Matrix’s Hallucination. Virus is my slave. Endurance my inheritance. Growing and hunting in the boundless universe. Breaking through boundaries in a mysterious space. Desiring evil, conspiracy and betrayer. Who can redeem what was already lost? In a battle of demons, who can leave an immortal legacy? A declining Trump card, Final evolution! I’m… on a journey! We are one!

Police officer, would you believe me if I say this is an Iyashikei game?

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?!

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 uncanny Dao of heaven, the abnormal immortal and buddha, is it true? Is it false? Lost in confusion, Li Huowang can not distinguish. However, it wasn’t just these that he cannot distinguish, but also himself. He’s sick. He’s very sick.

There once existed an honorable founder of this panguan school of cultivation. His reputation was illustrious, but nowadays nobody dared to mention him. Even if they did, all they said was, “He met a miserable end.” Only Wen Shi still abided by the rules. Every day, he would pay respects to the founder’s ferocious, colorful portrait, but because of that he ended up summoning a sickly tenant. The tenant stood in front of the portrait and asked, “Who drew this?” Wen Shi: “Me.” Don’t ask. If you do, you’ll just end up feeling touched.

Since Guan Shan got the horror game simulator in his head, everything in his eyes became horrifying. A meat restaurant with human corpses hanging in the kitchen, an abandoned apartment building with a phone ringing at midnight, a psychiatric hospital full of murderers… [Only by killing the final BOSS can this simulation be ended! ] As an ordinary person, Guan Shan was scared. In the face of these terrifyingly powerful Bosses, he could only try his best to kill monsters and get some equipment in order to survive. He was barely able to survive each simulation. However, in the eyes of others, Guan Shan was a horror and anomaly himself! “Captain, the S-class dangerous psychic has been killed by him, and the entire base was destroyed by him, but why is he crying for help with a look of fear? Should we save him or not?” “Are you s*upid? He is coming towards us! Let’s run!”

Have you heard? There’s a certain kind of person in this world, who, even without any substantial contact, and with just a flash of thought, can discern a lot. Their eyes have the ability to penetrate through to the past, to clarify the present and to break the veil of the future. They can see what you see through your eyes, smell what you smell through your nose, taste what you taste through your tongue, and can even perceive what you think through your heart. This kind of a person is called—a psychic. A story about the awakening of a ‘guabi’, who is merely plodding through life, from his deep slumber. (*guabi, a slang term, meaning ‘dead idiot’ = people who are penniless and jobless)