克苏鲁 Novels

After being beaten down by society, Chu Huan decides to follow in his father's footsteps and return to his hometown to become a charlatan—well, a half-baked family heirloom charlatan. Life spent relocating graves, summoning spirits, and practicing Feng Shui isn't so bad. Except for the strange mutations that begin occurring with the unnamed deity statue enshrined at home—mutations that started the moment he returned. The tall, bronze-corroded body suddenly gains streaks of vivid red. The roughly carved robes take on the texture of real fabric. Even the face becomes obscured as if veiled, the features now indistinct. Baffled by the statue’s changes, Chu Huan is shocked one day to find it has moved from its pedestal—to his bed. The nearly four-meter-tall figure makes the wooden bed creak pitifully. Layers of crimson wedding robes and an intricately tasseled veil completely conceal "her" face. Only a pair of pale, cold hands rest demurely on "her" lap. Hands so large they could easily encircle his waist. Chu Huan has an epiphany: "Ah, so this is my wife." My cheat ability? (×) My wife? (√)

Shi Yu always thought he was just an ordinary office worker. After transmigrating, he stayed vigilant in this dangerous world, living a routine, unambitious life. Apart from anonymous food livestreams online, he avoided going out whenever possible, determined never to cross paths with the main characters. Until one day, he realized—he seemed to be… pregnant. His stomach slightly bulged, the tiny mass inside pulsing gently. Only when waves of unsettling warmth spread through him did Shi Yu realize—his body now housed an indescribable… little monster. ... *Chaos and Malevolence* was a bestselling Lovecraftian horror novel, quickly claiming the top spot in annual sales. Sang Huaiyu was its absolute protagonist. As the universally adored lead of this cosmic horror story, Sang Huaiyu had countless admirers—not just for his breathtaking looks, but for his mesmerizing charisma. Fu Nanyao, the pillar of the Supernatural Association, saw him as salvation. The ultra-talented doctor Shen Yan secretly pined for him. Even the arrogant geniuses bowed their heads in his presence. Everyone believed—Sang Huaiyu would be the world’s savior, leading humanity into the light. Only Shi Yu, the transmigrator, knew the truth: Sang Huaiyu, the so-called "top supernatural," was not human at all. He was the gentle, radiant beacon of humanity—and also the unfathomable eldritch god. The salvation the main cast worshiped was no salvation, but a terror far deeper than the existing horrors. And the scariest part? No one else knew. —Except Shi Yu. Haunted by the knowledge of this terrifying protagonist, Shi Yu kept his head down after transmigrating, determined to stay an inconspicuous side character and avoid all deadly plotlines. But after his birthday, he failed to notice—the aura of the monster in his belly was starting to resemble the eldritch god from the novel more and more… Then one night, the dapper, bewitching protagonist knocked on his door, gazed at his stomach, and smiled softly: "Hello, perhaps it’s time we formally met. I am, in the biological sense—your child’s father." Shi Yu: ???!!!

Zong Yan sits in the classroom, always feeling like the extra one. His body is here, but his soul sneaks out through the window. He wants to do anything, be anyone, except himself. He possesses a cool superpower: he can pull different character cards from the void with his bare hands. As long as his SAN value is sufficient, Zong Yan can become different entities—a superhuman, an ancient deity, an Elder God, even... an Outer God. Soaring above the dome of the Demon City, he is the free-flying child of the wind. Strolling through the rainy fog of London, he is the enigmatic Night Watchman. Walking amidst the glitz and glamour of New York, he is the radiant Sun God. Diving into the geometric city of R'lyeh, he is the indescribable King. Traversing the kaleidoscopic Dreamlands, he is the primordial faith of the universe. Early to bed, early to rise, attending school diligently—overtime and saving the world by night. During the day, he's a high school senior at Qingyang High; at night, he's the honorary top student at Miskatonic University. During holidays, he travels the world investigating anomalies, outwitting evil deities, and dedicating himself to maintaining peace and saving the crumbling world. Zong Yan: Thanks for asking, just an ordinary high school boy's daily life.

Ruan Zhou, an overworked corporate drone punching the clock 24/7, transmigrates to another world while walking home from grocery shopping. He stops a strange-looking figure: "Excuse me, where is this?" The halted monster stares in terror at the indistinct figure of the young man. Upon hearing *His* murmurs, its sanity plummets to zero, transforming into a squirming mass of flesh. --- Ruan Zhou toils away in this strange world while searching for a way home. **[Abnormality B073—Mimic Mushroom]**: Below B-rank investigators die upon contact. Ruan Zhou picks up the bizarrely colorful plant: "Great, no need to buy groceries tonight." **[Abnormality A011—Soul Sucker]**: Continuously drains the souls of living beings within a ten-meter radius. Ruan Zhou kicks the dust compartment: "This new vacuum sucks." **[Abnormality S121—Lost Bus]**: No one escapes this hellbound ride. Ruan Zhou shoves the driver aside with his A1 license: "Don’t make me late for work." **[Abnormality ???—Cycle Hotel]**: Fatality rate 99.9999%. Ruan Zhou yanks off the doorknob: "This company-sponsored hotel is a dump!" --- **[Special Investigations Bureau File (Top-Secret Clearance)]** **[Codename]**: Homesick Wanderer (Unnumbered) **[Description]**: This anomaly takes the form of a human male, exhibiting suppression effects on abnormalities below S-rank. Anything known to Him becomes mundane. First encountered during the containment of **[Abnormality C621—Flea Man]**, carrying an ordinary plastic bag containing an S-rank anomaly while inquiring about the address of "Bliss Residential Complex" (verified non-existent). **[Containment Protocol]**: Cooperate in locating said address, provide social employment, and monitor closely. **[Assigned Investigator]**: Lin Lin. *"We prefer to call Him the Forgotten Deity."* --- **Reading Guide**: 1. Top: Lin Lin. 2. Bottom's facade: OP powerhouse; Reality: Diligent wage slave. Lovecraftian comedy. 3. Likes & follows appreciated, mwah~

After dating for ten years, Fang Xingzhou's boyfriend announced his engagement to an heiress, prompting Fang to break up overnight. Post-breakup, his ex seemed to lose his mind—launching erratic, obsessive advances, seething with jealousy, behaving less and less human… At a family dinner, Fang Xingzhou’s ex proudly unveiled a medical report. "Honey," he murmured lovingly, radiant with joy. "I’m pregnant with your child. We’ll be together forever." Fang Xingzhou, a medical professional: "?" Who’s pregnant? How?! With WHAT?! Despite the absurdity, Fang took responsibility after seeing the DNA test. The engagement turned out to be a misunderstanding, and they reconciled. Yet as his boyfriend’s "pregnancy" progressed, his possessiveness grew unbearable. Fang patiently cared for him—ten months, fifteen, twenty… until "labor" began. After a night of waiting, Fang rushed to the delivery room— Only to find his stunning lover reduced to a disembodied head, writhing tentacles flooding the chamber, cradling a bloodied egg. "Honey," the head cooed blissfully. "Meet our baby." Later… Things escalated. Fang stared at the tiny monstrosity calling him "Daddy," somehow finding its crimson, pupil-less eyes… cute. His lover embraced him from behind, nuzzling his shoulder with icy devotion. "Our child looks just like you." Fang sighed, giving his son’s tentacle an affectionate squeeze. …Sure. Whatever you say. ————— **[Beautifully unhinged inhuman freak × Stoic, clinically repressed doctor]** *(Reality: Two equally deranged simps made for each other. Monsterfucker²!)* **⚠️⚠️⚠️** **CONTENT WARNINGS** **⚠️⚠️⚠️** 1. Mild Lovecraftian themes, non-human romance, MPREG; 2. The *top* gets pregnant. NO role reversal, NOT a top-centered story; 3. Top is *not human*. Behavior incompatible with human logic. Obsessively in love—to the point of laying eggs. "Engagement" was fake. Eggs biologically belong to MC; 4. Bottom is equally twisted in love. Mutual pathological devotion; 5. 95% domestic fluff, but first 30k words involve misunderstandings (skip Ch1-15 if preferred); 6. NOT for hardcore stans of either archetype; 7. Ultra-niche self-indulgence. Author = mutated workaholic. **If not your vibe, FLEE.**

Lann transmigrated into the body of an unlucky man who had just escaped a fire—someone who shared his name and face. He gained a second life and inhuman beauty. Sounds like a royal flush start, just waiting for him to reach the pinnacle of life, right? Yes, Lann thought so too. If only this wasn’t a world with eldritch horrors lurking in the shadows. *#Monsters seem to adore him#* *#Question: In a world like this, is there any hope for me as a heartthrob?#* Lann had already given up, quietly awaiting death in a horrifying nighttime hospital—until someone stumbled into his world and sacrificed their own life just so he could survive. Lann was deeply moved… until he gained access to the game forum. *#Just died! Sharing my new waifu—I’ve become their white moonlight!#* *#…Something’s off! RUN! Your waifu is clearly an eldritch god!#* Lann: ? … In the 23rd century, full-dive VR technology had matured, revitalizing traditional tabletop RPGs like CoC and D&D. Countless players logged in to experience second lives. With too many platforms splitting the player base, one quietly emerged—exploding in popularity overnight. Why? The game’s poster boy was just too breathtakingly beautiful. *“Is this level of beauty even real?”* *“APP 99 FOR SURE—HNNNGH! WIFEY!!!”* *“Devs disgust me! Farming death flags for affection? SHE’S MINE!”* *“Meh, beauty beyond human comprehension can’t be rendered anyway. Mid. (pants)”* While players simped over his design, debates raged: Was Lann an eldritch god… or just a unique NPC? *“Look at him—APP clearly over 99! Players lose SAN near him? Honey, that’s an eldritch god! (musical theater accent)”* Lann: ? Player B: *“Let’s be cautious. Check the NPCs around him first.”* His entourage: - A 2-meter-tall roommate - A police chief tied to cult gatherings - The city’s underworld boss - A yandere with split personalities - A suspicious florist with *unique* tastes… All gazing at him with fanatic devotion: *"Our Lord."* Players: *“Confirmed—100% eldritch god!!!”* Lann: *“…No, I’m really NOT!”* *#NPCs, PLEASE stop backstabbing me#* *#I SWEAR I’m not a god!#*

A private detective (supporting character) accidentally stumbles into a bizarre Nordic town. The townsfolk collectively fall into nightmares, then disappear one after another. As a once-in-a-century rainstorm threatens to drown the entire town, the detective uncovers a secret hidden in the depths of the dark sea— A slumbering deity in an ancient abyss is about to open its eyes. ———— Detective (lighting a cigarette): Later, I realized I’d become a matchmaker for an unspeakable eldritch god. Detective (dejected): I was the one who brought two eldritch beings into human society. Detective (weary): In my old age, I found they were still traveling the world. Detective (serene): Ah well, there’ll always be another investigator. ———————— PS: Episodic format. The first story uses plot to introduce the protagonist, so a supporting character appears first, with perspectives from others. A fictional world, eerie atmosphere, pseudo-Lovecraftian. No characters or names from Cthulhu Mythos will be used. —————— 1st Story: 1925, Black Reef Town 2nd Story: 1927, London 3rd Story: 1930, Orient Express (The Orient Express was a real European train.) 4th Story: 1930, Venice 5th Story: 1958, Arctic 6th Story: 1959, Jamaica 7th Story: 1959, Sable Island 8th Story: 1959, Moon 9th Story: 1960, Georgia 10th Story: 1960, Chile

Children of the gods walk the earth, corruption and madness spread like a virus across the globe. Prehistoric ruins emerge, bearing a prophecy: *He* will awaken, and all shall meet their end. The same month the prophecy surfaces, Xu Rongchan happens to bring back an egg from a special mission. Everyone in Pangu knows that Squad Six’s Captain Xu is stubborn as hell and loathes the idea of fate. He decides to boil the egg— The egg in the pot cracks open, and a monster crawls out. Eyes bleeding, Xu Rongchan fires without hesitation, blasting off the monster’s head! Days later, the monster—now with a regrown head—sits in the passenger seat, flashing a gorgeous smile: *“Big brother, why do animals hatch eggs with their bellies, but you used a pot?”* *“Big brother, did you shoot me because you didn’t like my face?”* *“Big brother, do you like me better like this? Big brother…”* Xu Rongchan grips his gun: *“...Stop calling me ‘brother’! You’re not my sibling!”* The little monster tilts its head: *“Then what am I?”* It glances around, spots a golden retriever on the roadside, and suddenly lights up: *“I know—I must be your doggy~!”* Xu Rongchan: *“…”* From then on, a stunning deputy appears by Captain Xu’s side—also surnamed Xu. Unlike the god-slaying Captain Xu, Deputy Xu always wears a harmless smile, clinging to his captain like a shadow, delicate and lovely. Until one day, Xu Rongchan gets injured on a mission. Countless terrifying tentacles burst from Deputy Xu’s body, his exquisite human form morphing into an indescribable monstrosity that instantly annihilates the aberration that harmed his captain. The logistics team recoils, horrified: *“What the hell *is* Deputy Xu?!”* Deputy Xu turns, blood-soaked, and leans against Xu Rongchan with a sweet smile: *“I’m Captain Xu’s puppy :)”* 1. Xu Dan (攻) × Xu Rongchan (受), little monster top, MC bottom; 2. The cover is the top's portrait (with more divine beauty inside!); 3. Devoted and inseparable, but plot-driven cosmic horror in a futuristic city; 4. Thanks to Cthulhu scholar Mirai for inspiration; 5. More cosmic horror in the column~

Lin Ao transmigrated from a youth angst novel into a chaotic post-apocalyptic wasteland. In the original story, she was a dodder-like woman. Dodder, tenacious in vitality, competes with host plants for nutrients and light until they perish. Good news: She awakened a dodder ability—draining a host’s life steals their powers. Bad news: She has dissociative identity disorder; her alter ego is cold and bloodthirsty, parasitizing everywhere to grow stronger. On her first day transmigrated, Lin Ao locked eyes with a serial killer and quietly buried the flattened corpse in a trash dump. On her second day, penniless Lin Ao stared at her own wanted poster, deeply regretting not looting the corpse. Long after, people called Lin Ao a capricious, tyrannical ruler of the night—her cruel, perverse methods struck fear into all. The "cruel and perverse" Lin Ao: "..." What’s wrong with a little Parasitize? You wouldn’t refuse free cookies, would you?

Ke Su once played a single-player game called Ancient God Simulator.He cleared it flawlessly and ascended as the final Ancient One.One day, he woke up——and discovered he had actually become an indescribable eldritch god.Worse, he’d just been summoned by a group of unknown lifeforms.Scene One“O Great, Supreme, and Benevolent Deity!Your faithful believers offer you sacrifice!”Ke Su stared at the ant-like creatures before him—blurry, pixelated things that looked like wriggling mosaics—and at the pile of incomprehensible junk they called offerings.“….”As someone with terminal-level germaphobia, Ke Su flipped the table.He swatted the “ants” that were contaminating his dining table.Afterward, the nauseating smear they left behind ruined his appetite for three full days.Excerpt from the Imperial RecordsYear 101 of the Empire of the MistThe Empire sacrificed one hundred thousand antfolk heads in an attempt to summon a god.Instead, they drew the attention of an Outer Void Deity.The Curtis Empire was erased with ease.On that day, all witnessed the descent of the Indescribable One.Violent astral winds howled from the abyss beyond the heavens.The god uttered meaningless, corruptive murmurs that drove mortals mad.Then the deity gazed upon the empire…and extended a limb from the endless void.It was a colossal, malformed mass of flesh.Five twisted appendages writhed across its surface, crushing all life beneath them.Countless antfolk were reduced to warped pulp.Even a thousand years later, within the forbidden ruins of the fallen empire, their wails still echo.It was the punishment of that which cannot be described, cannot be seen, cannot be touched—a warning that mortals must never trespass upon the realm of gods.Scene TwoOne day, bored out of his mind, Ke Su started playing Snake.He focused for an entire day, cleared the game, and unlocked the achievement:Devourer of Worlds.He smugly concluded that he truly was a gaming prodigy.He did vaguely wonder why tiny pixelated figures were running around the snake in apparent panic.But he was sleepy.So he logged out.Leaving behind only the serpent coiled around the game world.The Vol of Graystar never believed in gods.They prided themselves on technology and magic, scorning divine superstition.Until that day.The sunlight vanished in an instant.Fear saturated the air.The Vol looked up——and saw a massive eye.A cold, vertical pupil reflected the dust-shrouded surface of Graystar.A serpent encircled the planet.The Devourer of Worlds.And from that day onward, it became the eternal nightmare of a civilization that denied the existence of gods.This is the story of a man who became an eldritch deity by accident—and, in utter confusion, keeps getting summoned across countless worlds, leaving behind terrifying legends in his wake.

Arc 1: Chapter of the TongueXie Xishu didn’t know when it started, but he could always feel a strong gaze from behind him.He couldn’t understand why Qi Wu kept staring at him like that. Even without turning around, he could feel that almost tangible gaze.Xie Xishu was the class’s famous bookworm, while Qi Wu was known as the school’s notorious troublemaker. There shouldn’t be any intersection between them.Yet, Qi Wu would always stare at him during class.Eventually, even after class and after school, Xie Xishu would find a tall, gloomy figure trailing behind him.When Xie Xishu finally broke down and grabbed Qi Wu in an alley, demanding an answer out of fear, he got a completely unexpected response.“You’re sweet. You keep giving off a very sweet scent.”Qi Wu replied in a strange tone.“I can barely hold back anymore. Everything else stinks so much it’s driving me mad. Only you smell sweet… Hey, don’t worry. I won’t eat you.”“I just want to lick you.”Perhaps Qi Wu himself didn’t realize that when he made that absurd request, he was already uncontrollably drooling foul saliva at Xie Xishu.At the same time, Xie Xishu clearly saw that inside Qi Wu’s lips, which stretched all the way to his ears, there were rows of densely packed, fishhook-like teeth… and a long, forked tongue.That tongue wavered in the air, twitching nimbly, and with thick saliva, it pressed against Xie Xishu’s neck.“Mmm… So sweet… $#@%! So sweet…”The unfamiliar monster let out a murky sigh.At the moment Xie Xishu screamed and fled, he didn’t know that in the not-so-distant future, he would encounter more twisted and frenzied monsters.And in that sudden apocalypse, the only one who could protect him was Qi Wu.The price Xie Xishu had to pay, of course, was to let Qi Wu’s tongue be satisfied.[Modern Apocalyptic Theme]Literally “tasty” uke X unhinged, half-mad mutant seme who just wants to lick him.

Jiang Yao has suffered from autism since childhood.Like a plant – quiet, well-behaved, showing no interest in anything, never expressing pain.His parents worried constantly, taking him everywhere seeking medical help, but saw little improvement.They raised him with such careful attention.One day when he was 20, he suddenly disappeared.Jiang Yao was missing for exactly one year. His family and police exhausted all resources but could never find his whereabouts.A year later, he appeared at their doorstep in tattered clothes.There was blood on him. But the DNA didn’t belong to him.After mysteriously disappearing and mysteriously reappearing, Jiang Yao had lost all memories of that year.But suddenly, he was willing to speak.He could cry, laugh, and express “I want.”Though still quiet, he now resembled a normal person.His parents wept with joy, asking how he became willing to communicate.Looking in the mirror, Jiang Yao said:“There’s a voice in my heart that constantly tells me the world is beautiful, urging me to live well.”That voice in his heart always accompanied and encouraged him.Even when he was caught up in strange incidents, it would gently tell him:“Close your eyes, let me handle this.”Jiang Yao trusted that voice unconditionally.So when foul-smelling, sticky fish-people grabbed his ankles to drag him into the deep sea, when pale, skeletal corpses cornered him at a cliff edge.He would obediently close his eyes.Count in his mind: one, two, three.Count to one hundred, open his eyes, and find nothing but scattered, broken corpses around him.While he himself stood before a thicket of thorns.Holding in his hand the most beautiful rose.Jiang Yao always thought he merely had a mental illness that created a second personality.Until one day, he passed by a high-end custom suit shop.He, who never wore suits, unconsciously caressed the smooth, soft premium fabric.In that instant, he recalled the sensation of sweat-dampened skin nestled in someone’s embrace.—So he had once had a lover.“I want to go back, back to the deepest, darkest abyss.”“To find you.”One-line summary: After being caught up in strange incidents, I discovered there’s someone in my heartTheme: Always maintain human moral boundaries no matter the circumstances

Since the first eerie blizzard descended, the distorted train has been hurtling with the world toward a cliff's edge.Bodies mutated, mental entropy increased—civilization's collapse was only a step away.The first time Qin Zhilü met An Yu, he nearly shot him dead.A genetic inferior from the slums, a lowborn of the lowest class, had survived an attack by a top‑tier distortion creature—and mysteriously killed it in return.Those golden eyes were clear and vacant, but their owner had perfectly concealed his own distortion.This man was destined to be a risk that humanity could not afford to take.But then, the slum where An Yu grew up suddenly fell to the distortion tide.The orphanage he had stayed in had actually fallen into anomaly the very year he left.And the fragmented prophecies at last converged upon this fragile figure.This man was also destined to be the world's final gambit—the last stomp on the brakes before the crash.More importantly, when An Yu knelt beneath his gun, Qin Zhilü felt something strangely familiar.In the end, he holstered his weapon and took this risk into his custody.He accompanied him as he walked into the abyss with a torch in hand, growing thorns and sharp edges, maturing into a solid line of human defense.Time and again, when the weight of despair pressed down, he stood behind him—just as, in those forgotten years long ago, he had once done for him."He is the last corner of this world.""I will always stand by my commander, until the moment we both burn out."

Recently, Mingci noticed a mole growing on his collarbone— Crimson, round, like a droplet of blood splashed on snow-white skin. At first, he paid it no mind, though he couldn’t help stealing glances at it in the mirror. But over time, the red mole grew larger, like a pool of blood trickling downward, spreading, nearly engulfing his entire chest. Mingci thought he ought to get it checked. The night before his hospital visit, as he passed the mirror, he instinctively looked— —The crimson stain was gone. Mingci stepped closer, inspecting his collarbone and chest: his skin was pale and clear. Relieved, he turned to leave, only to catch a faint figure in the mirror’s reflection. "Mingci…" It drew nearer, its soft limbs elongating like entwined red threads, coiling around his body. "Don’t… abandon me… We must… stay together… forever." A humid breath clung to his shivering skin as the murmurs enveloped him. The red mole on his collarbone had morphed into a grotesque crimson monster, haunting him day and night.

Xing Yuan was just an ordinary Chinese literature major at university. After transmigrating to another world, he became a street doctor. Recently, as his patients grew fewer and fewer, he could barely make a living. By chance, he began translating Chinese mythology stories in the other world as a way to learn its language—but his otherworldly friends’ reactions were getting stranger and stranger.