"Your mind is now the ultimate gaming engine. Ditch the remote. Ditch the controller. Explore worlds and stories through a revolutionary single-player role-playing system that pushes your imagination beyond its furthest limits"--Back cover.

Lou Yue had been in prison for three years as a scapegoat for scum. For the sake of his future, the scum of a man ruthlessly abandoned her and married her. When life is hopeless, but have no intention to enter the entertainment circle, henceforth brilliance is endless, peach blossoms do not stop, joy pamper. The scum man turned his head back repeatedly, feeling extremely regretful. The cold and emotional CEO imprisoned her body and mind. Lou Yue, you can only be mine. Even the gentle and charming international superstar unexpectedly extended an olive branch to her. Lou Yue, come to my side.

Miracles are created. What about myths? In the game, one could look for miracles, but in the game, one needed to create a legend. Accidents are often the starting point for the achievement of myths. The accident that happened when he was a child caused him to obtain the Chaotic Body ... Yet, he was unable to cultivate due to an accident... There were too many accidents, and it was precisely these accidents that had made him so ... The game was merciless. It was brotherly!

«...In front of me, there was the heart of the house – the owner’s desk.The light of the green glass shade of the table lamp nicely set at rest. But it still took me long to summon up courage before I decided to open the biggest drawer with the cut-in lock, from which the key along with the bunch of other keys protruded. The mystery was about to be revealed. The fear of unveiling the secret was even worse than the fear of the unknown...»

Deliveries. Opium. Regret. The only three things twenty-one-year-old Gabriel Ashmore’s life consists of until four murder victims are found in the increasingly criminal city, all marked with the same black veins. Gabriel is connected to all four.

Three years before his rebirth, when the game "God of Conferred" opened, the former king of the game was just a small follower who followed the Second Miss into the game.

With her hair in a mess, she looked at the phone in her hand with a slightly collapsed state. Could Jiang Shaoyi have some humanity in him? It was clearly outside the door. He had to go to work, get up early, and just leave her a note. Did he really have to make a phone call? For three years, it had been like this every time. Yuan Zhou couldn't bear Jiang Shaoyi's actions. Even if their house was several hundred square meters large, their rooms were next to each other's. Jiang Shaoyin had adopted the habit of making phone calls in order to avoid direct confrontation with Yuan Zongxing.