Lost: Ascending to the Throne

[Fantasy+'twisted object' element+devour+semi-dark flow] [Beginners practicing writing, please bear with me. ] When the rules undergo unknown changes, various distortions come to the world. The faceless man, the resurrected corpse, the Blood God Cult, all forces are ready to move. Bewitching souls, creating illusions, and resurrecting the dead, the world falls into endless battles and death. Eventually a king will wear the crown. However. Chen Tan was silent, raised his head and looked at the fireball not far away that was bigger than the entire city, and decisively took out his communicator. "Hey, captain, it's me, yes, this time it's a miniature sun. Wait, don't hang up!"