Primordial Ancient Serpent

At this moment, in the Central Dojo of Chaos City, Gu Chuan sat in the Lotus Position, a book materializing before him. This was the Book of Grotesques. He had incarnated countless times, traversing billions of worlds, and recorded many grotesques that had emerged in these realms.

"Grotesque No. 78, Title: Turning Back Ghost. This entity frequently haunts the lonely during late hours, particularly targeting solitary travelers. It will gently tap a traveler on the shoulder from behind; should the traveler turn around, their head is instantly devoured. As long as one refrains from looking back, the ghost cannot harm them. Threat level: Low."

"Grotesque No. 8, Title: Ghost Train. This is a spectral train filled with malevolent spirits, grotesques, and otherworldly creatures. It travels across billions of worlds. No one knows when it will appear or when it will vanish. It is invisible, and an array of grotesques and evil spirits will board it, taking it to distant worlds. Occasionally, it appears in urban areas, and unwitting souls who board it are doomed, as they enter the Underworld. No being has ever survived on the Ghost Train. It is indestructible and nearly impossible to destroy. Even if it were destroyed, it would reappear somewhere the next day. It moves at unimaginable speed, ignoring world barriers and forbidden formations. Threat level: Very High."

"Grotesque No. 18, Title: Red Shoes. These shoes were left by a newlywed bride who hanged herself on her wedding day, imbued with her deep resentment and boundless terror. They often appear at night, targeting unscrupulous men. If the Red Shoes catch the scent of a cheating man, that man will almost certainly perish."

"Grotesque No. 27, Title: Boxing Guessing. This grotesque originates from a notorious gambler who had won countless fortunes throughout his life and was hailed as the God of Gambling, undefeated until the fateful final bet. In a game of rock-paper-scissors, he lost everything—including his life. Upon death, he transformed into a grotesque, endlessly appearing in various forms, sometimes by day, sometimes by night. Its killing law is simple: once it finds you, you cannot escape its challenge. The game is rock-paper-scissors. Win, and you live; lose, and you die. Countless lives have fallen to this grotesque, and its reputation spreads ever further. Threat level: Extremely High."

"Grotesque No. 81, Title: Grotesque Broadcasting. Source unknown, with a special nature. It spreads grotesque horror constantly, often haunting the chaos virtual network, spreading stories of grotesques far and wide. As its power grows, so does the awareness of grotesques among sentient beings, further fueling their power. It moves without a trace, like a ghost in the digital ether—a faceless entity behind a screen, with countless avatars, impossible to trace. Threat level: Extremely High."

Gu Chuan gazed intently at the book. His billions of clones, scattered across countless worlds, had recorded these grotesques' appearances and cataloged vast amounts of data. Despite the extensive records, the number of grotesques was overwhelming, and even as one was recorded, more appeared the next day, ever-growing and endless.

"The number of grotesques is staggering," Gu Chuan thought, his face grave. He had always known that the calamities of the world were frightening, but never had he anticipated that the grotesques would multiply so rapidly in such a short time. This was only the beginning; more grotesques would undoubtedly appear in the future.

As these grotesques spread, so did the fear.

What is fear? It is the indescribable, the inability to look directly at something, the unknown. Fear originates from the unknown, from Death, and it is something we cannot resist. The very power of fear gives birth to grotesques that defy comprehension.