Hey, I Think I'm Getting a Little Creepy

The year Xu Xing graduated, the existence of ghosts was confirmed, shocking the entire world.

On television, the female host spoke with deep emotion: "It's hard to believe that ghosts and monsters really exist in this world. This will undoubtedly be a milestone in human history. Everyone alive today is a witness to it! ..."

At first, nobody realized what kind of catastrophe this was.

Later, fierce ghosts ran rampant, and ordinary people were worth less than grass. Those with "superpowers" became humanity's saviors.

"Saviors?"

"Oh, you mean the people possessed by fierce ghosts."

Xu Xing was accidentally swept up in the turmoil. Everywhere he looked, he saw people possessed by one fierce ghost after another, struggling desperately against the supernatural.

or perhaps they should be called "half-humans."

In this chaotic age, he was swept along, taking one step after another.

A thick fog engulfed the city, and a red umbrella flickered indistinctly in midair.

A gentle push of his fingertip against his brow, and heads hit the ground one by one.

Tens of thousands of lives condensed into a deep red mist, which finally became the blood flowing through his veins.

A paper figure listened to an opera, a spindle-shaped eye threaded onto its face.

A torrential rain poured down indoors, while faces were pasted across the windows.

Upright ghost eyes were sewn into his palms, and threads buried beneath his flesh took the place of his veins.

In a deep mansion in a chilly forest, the storyteller struck his block.

Ghostly shadows danced wildly in silence below the stage, while his departed relatives listened with rapt attention.

Runes were tattooed across his tongue, and countless yellow talismans poured from his mouth.

Later, someone encountered a young man in the dead of night.

In the instant lightning flashed, the enormous shadow of a centipede slowly rose beneath his feet.

In a godless land, the utmost bizarre becomes divine.

He despised this body, neither human nor ghost.

Others, however, said he had shed his mortal shell and become an immortal.

The female host continued reporting over the radio: "It may be hard to imagine, but just two months ago, there were still firm materialists in this world..."

At the forbidden heart of humanity, Xu Xing stood amid the ruins.

Behind him, countless ghosts fled, leaving the world in ruin.

Before him, a kind-faced Bodhisattva bent like an arthropod as it crawled out of the earth.

Seeing him arrive, the Bodhisattva grinned and asked the ghosts, all of whom feared it, why he alone was unafraid.

The heavens and earth fell silent. Xu Xing scoffed, the curve of his lips full of disdain.

"Have you got something wrong? They're not afraid of you. They're afraid of me."

Blurb revised on July 8, 2025, and uploaded to Weibo.

Liu Guan x Xu Xing

* The protagonist has maxed-out charisma and leadership. People in this book tend to admire the strong, so falling in love with the protagonist is only natural. He has a slight harem-protagonist quality as a result.

* Some of the supernatural system in this story was inspired by Mysterious Revival. Salute to the genre's pioneer, but the plot and worldbuilding have nothing to do with it.

* More content warnings can be found in the author's note for Chapter 1.

A pre-release from the same series, "A Nobody, But on a Secret Inspection Tour," blurb:

No matter whom you ask or which supernatural rankings you open, only one name will ever sit at the top.

The foremost of the "Eight Sufferings," Zhang Wenzai, the Blazing Five Skandhas.

The first time Zhang Wenzai's name appeared before the public, he declared war on the powerful figures across the entire rankings, challenging the whole supernatural world by himself.

Nobody could see what happened on the battlefield that day. All anyone knew was that every powerful figure had been beaten into submission, while those who refused were slaughtered to the last.

From then on, there were no more divisions in the world. Zhang Wenzai united it through sheer force.

The most terrifying fierce ghosts in existence, he could erase with a flip of his hand. When the dynasty of the final years left the people in misery, he could change the dynasty with a turn of his palm.

He had countless followers. No matter who you were or where you were, if you voiced even the slightest opposition, your corpse would be hanging from the city gate the next day.

Apart from Zhang Wenzai, there was no other voice in the world.

All beings revered and feared him, treating him as a deity and building golden statues to worship day after day.

"You mean you want me to play some forgettable nobody, the sort whose face you wouldn't remember even if you looked right at him?"

"Yes, Host."

One day, as Zhang Wenzai was eating, something calling itself the "Nobody Check-In System" suddenly fell from the sky and demanded that he play a nobody to complete its missions.

Zhang Wenzai smiled. "Interesting. Quite a challenge. But what's in it for me?"

The System said, "I can provide you with the finest resources for advancement, ensuring your cultivation progresses smoothly."

Zhang Wenzai shook his head.

"Heavenly treasures. Secret manuals. Divine artifacts."

Zhang Wenzai fiddled with the food in his bowl, too lazy even to lift his eyelids.

The System stalled for a moment.

"This plane has been found to have a food shortage. If you complete the missions, I can obtain food from another world for you."

Zhang Wenzai finally raised his eyes.

"Oh?"

His bowl was filled with countless overlapping eyeballs, piled into a blood-red mass.

The trees outside bore dead rats instead of fruit, and the white things in the vat were wriggling maggots, not rice.

Nobody but Zhang Wenzai knew that the world had long been sick. The rivers ran with blood, and even the grass leaves grew human ears.

He had been able to see these things since he was five, and it had been so long since he'd tasted anything normal.

"Food from another world? ... That sounds kind of interesting."

From then on, whenever an unsolvable supernatural incident occurred, people would always spot an utterly ordinary-looking figure.

Sometimes he would grab a corpse and take a headshot with it. Sometimes he would politely ask a fierce ghost for directions. Sometimes he would even appear in a forbidden place looking for something, claiming he had lost eleven pinkies...

If you asked who he was, he would only say, "Just a passerby."

But after this person appeared, all the supernatural phenomena would inexplicably vanish without a trace, as though they had never existed.

People were terrified, and some bizarre rumors even began to spread.

Zhang Wenzai had this to say: "It wasn't me. The System made me do it."

The System: "..."

It was true that the System had told him to do it, but the deal was that he would just check in. How did you end up killing the fierce ghosts too?

Fine, you killed the fierce ghosts, but why did you also share your point of view with the locals? Now they're all going crazy!

Even if we set aside the fact that they're crazy, they're also worshipping you. Do you think that's normal?!

Zhang Wenzai: "No idea. It was just a quick thing."

Blurb revised on September 9, 2026, and screenshot uploaded to Weibo.

* Originally titled "Fellow Daoist, I'm Actually Not Quite Normal."

* The protagonist is handsome, powerful, and tragic. The tragedy mainly comes from his past experiences; the powerful part means he can now do whatever he wants in this world.

* Contains some potentially disgusting descriptions.

Theme: Through endless storms, never forget your original purpose.