Dark Fantasy? But All My Secret Identities Are Gods

Song Wu transmigrates after waking from a deep sleep.

The bad news: this is a high-martial-arts world. The worse news: it's a dark, brutal one.

What does a dark, brutal world mean? The strong don't care about human life, the weak struggle desperately, and ordinary people don't even have the right to struggle.

Song Wu is frail and sickly, with a physique worse than an ordinary person's: ...If you don't want me to live, just say so.

Just as Song Wu had found an iron shovel and prepared to dig a hole to bury himself, the good news arrived: his golden finger had finally come.

And so...

The skies cleared, the rain stopped, and Song Wu decided it was time to let peace out into this dark, brutal world and give it a little shock.

At some point, mysterious and powerful people began appearing in this world of rigid ranks and insurmountable class divisions.

A mysterious man who depicted all things and called himself the "Painter" was searching for vivid colors. So the awakened one "Mythos," who delighted in arson and wantonly disfiguring people's faces, was painted with flames consuming his body, until he became the exact shade of scarlet missing from the Painter's palette.

The awakened one "Kun Fu," who took pleasure in ruining happy families and leaving them bereft, crossed paths with "Rakshasa," who loved disguising himself and playing games. When Kun Fu tried to shatter his happiness, through laughter and rage, resentment and heartbreak, he was dragged, fully conscious, into a tormenting illusion that would last forever.

The "Novelist," who wrote about the affairs of the world, was searching for unusual material. So the awakened one "Noble," who saw himself as superior and believed he had the right to toy with other people's fates, was rendered in his pages as a flat black-and-white character in a tedious, utterly clichéd drama.

Song Wu kept creating more and more secret identities, enjoying every minute of it. This world was like a single-player game with him as its only player.

When Song Wu had finally worked tirelessly to transform the world from a dark, brutal place into a peaceful farming utopia, he looked around and fell silent...

"The god you're talking about... surely you don't mean me, right?"

Below is a preview of my upcoming novel: So I'm the Genius?!

From his very first day at the Queyi Sect, Xie Chunsheng knew his future was secure. After all, he had joined a reclusive sect!

A master who could hide the most profound true techniques inside ordinary storybooks;

A senior brother whose sword summoned thunder, who cultivated spirits with his blade, and had never met his match;

A second senior brother who refined nothing but top-grade pills, figured out pill formulas on his own, and was a born alchemy genius;

A third senior brother who reached the Qi Refining stage in one day, built his foundation in seven, and formed a golden core in a hundred;

Each of these geniuses would be a rare find anywhere in the world, yet the Queyi Sect had nine of them!

Whenever Xie Chunsheng woke from a dream in the middle of the night and remembered that it took him half an hour to grasp the sword intent, three days to learn alchemy, and half a month just to master the simplest foundation-building technique, he couldn't help feeling ashamed.

He shook his head and sighed: Sigh, perhaps the sect needs an ordinary talent like me to balance its fortune.

Synopsis written: 2025.11.19

Theme: Never back down in the face of adversity. Stay positive and face it bravely