I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

I, the leader of an esoteric sect, am doing great things in an infinite world! Author: Qing Sanren

Introduction:

"Have you heard the story of the King of Pranks? In the second year of the Yuanhe era..."

Li Lin, a troublemaker who travels through time repeatedly, a neurotic with intermittent episodes, and an inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of the Big Bang art of the multiverse, strives for the most brilliant career in infinite worlds.

In the world of Arknights, he nuclear-bombed Chernobog; in the world of Harry Potter, he blew up Azkaban; in the world of Godkiller, he disregarded martial ethics and ambushed the disobedient god; in Dark Souls, in Type-Moon, in Forgotten Realms, in Shushan... the cult leader's reputation will endure forever!

"This description just doesn't have the right feel. I'll have to find a way to kill the person who wrote it sooner or later." — Li Lin (half annoyed)

Chapter One: My Time Travels, Time Travels, and Spicy Time Travels!

That night, the sky over Yongcheng was covered with thick clouds, and thunder rumbled incessantly in the dark clouds.

The air was oppressive, yet not a single drop of rain fell.

Of course, this is just the weather; for people in the city, things will continue as usual.

The loud sirens of ambulances echoed from near to far, stretching from the hospital in Yongcheng all the way to the outskirts of Yongcheng.

They passed by the dazzling skyscrapers and red-light districts, the cyberpunk-esque virtual girls waving sweet smiles at passing vehicles.

The young man in the ambulance shifted his position—which further distorted his face, which was pressed against the car window, and the doctor who was restraining him also felt some discomfort.

"Be quiet."

The doctor said in a low, harsh voice.

"I clearly didn't make a sound."

The young man lowered his voice and whispered to the person behind him, "Did you say that? I feel something stabbing me."

"Don't talk back!"

The doctor was slightly annoyed, so the young man had the hood put on again.

This is the story of Li Lin being sent to the Yongcheng Sanatorium a month ago.

Li Lin felt he was a normal person, but unfortunately, the human detection mechanisms of this era didn't think so.

He was considered a mentally disabled person with "virtual world access deficiency" and sent to Yongcheng Sanatorium, where he was given a permanent meal ticket that was called conservative treatment but was actually life imprisonment.

Of course, Li Lin wasn't saying that this kind of life, where you have everything done for you and can have eighteen different holographic girls every day, is bad.

If given a choice, a significant portion of people from their own era would prefer to undergo this "conservative treatment" in the future.

Aside from not being able to freely enter and exit, Li Lin felt right at home at this sanatorium.

After reminiscing about his three hundred dollars in savings from the 20th century, Li Lin opened the enormous holographic screen in front of him with a touch of melancholy and started a game.

Soon Li Lin's fingers began to dance, and anyone who didn't know better would think he was playing the piano.

Known as the keyboard artist, Li Lin, with his profound and extensive linguistic skills, used extremely tricky angles to utterly humiliate his teammates who had a technical advantage.

After all, this is the 40th century, and not everyone really has a mother.

In this environment, Li Lin is like someone who was born with six Infinity Blades.

Half an hour later, Li Lin logged off and opened QQ.

The sanatorium did not cut off their internet access.

The design of QQ two thousand years later seems somewhat anti-human, and Li Lin still prefers the old-fashioned style of the 20th century.

When he opened his messaging app, the chat group that was pinned to the top of his chat list started flashing like crazy.

Are your mouths all machine guns?

Li Lin skillfully enabled the "mute all" function, then activated the image search function, selected her favorite erotic images, saved them, and then disabled the "mute all" function.

"That's enough of a permission-controlled dog."

A group member with the username "Mongolian Top Laner Lion Craftsman" and the title "Lion Caster" posted a sweating soybean emoji, expressing serious contempt for Li Lin's abuse of power for personal gain.

Following the comment from [Mongolian Top Laner Lion], the chat group named "Mia" instantly gained over a dozen more +1 messages.

Li Lin paid no attention to the whining and barking of his group members. He skillfully opened other game interfaces and sent screenshots of the good cards he had drawn to the chat group.

"Wow, you're not human, you beast."

A group member named [Huanshan] with the title [Sweet and Juicy] lamented, "Why didn't he upgrade all his artifacts to HP? Why are all his artifacts focused on attack and critical hit chance?"

"Let's clean up the smell."

A group member nicknamed "Straw Maker" stirred things up in the comments, but when he saw Li Lin's second screenshot, he also exclaimed in anguish: "What the hell? Why are you so lucky? Didn't you say you don't play Arknights?"

Li Lin replied instantly: "I have to get the limited-time pool today!"

"Mia" is a gaming group. The group's name comes from a niche single-player game called Cultist Simulator.

Players will take on the role of someone exploring the mysteries of evil in the 1920s, a world with hidden gods and multiple secret histories. They will create a cult, worship deities, gain power, and ultimately ascend to immortality.

Of course, this game itself is a two-thousand-year-old product, and the fact that the group owner chose such a name undoubtedly shows that he is a fervent fan of games from the old era.

Those who joined this group were all fans of old-school games, and in fact, the games discussed in the group were not limited to Cultist Simulator.

Li Lin quickly earned the respect of his fellow group members thanks to his outstanding skills, which were two thousand years behind the times.

After all, not everyone can play a nostalgic game from two thousand years ago with such familiarity and expertise.

If this group is full of mentally unstable people, then Li Lin is undoubtedly the best among them, a king of mental illness.

"Cultist Simulator has a new DLC."

Among a group of friends who were condemning European dogs, a comment suddenly stood out from the crowd.

This time, Li Lin really couldn't unleash his full potential as a privileged user, because the other party was also an administrator.

—【The Night Watch】.

The Night Watchman's typing speed was indeed a bit slow, and Li Lin maliciously speculated that the person on the other end might be an old man with an oxygen tube.

"Exiles, huh?" Li Lin rubbed his hands together. "Watch me stream my game over tonight."

"You?" A group member nicknamed "Bone White Dove" taunted silently in the comments.

"Huh? Someone seems to be questioning my skills?"

Li Lin squinted and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

He eagerly found the latest installation package in the group files, downloaded several adult games, opened the Exiles mod, and installed it.

It's raining outside the window.

The rain poured down, sounding like something was tapping on the window, but Li Lin didn't even glance at it.

The moment he clicked on the game interface, a deafening roar of thunder came from the sky, plunging the entire city of Yongcheng into darkness and silence.

Aside from this small room in the sanatorium, a sliver of light still lingers.

Li Lin was completely unaware.

He clicked the mouse.

In that instant, the room he was in, along with the screen in front of him, went dark with a deafening roar.

Li Lin was furious and slammed his fist on the table.

He forgot there was no table in front of him, so he slapped his thigh and rolled to the ground, hunching over.

He photographed the egg.

As his buttocks touched the floor, Li Lin sensed something was wrong—the ground was too rough.

The answer is that he secretly pooped on the floor too many times, and his body developed a memory of it.

When he looked up and saw the crescent-shaped moon by the window, he was even more shocked.

To help the mental patients at the sanatorium feel at ease, the transparent dome is equipped with a custom-designed weather system that always displays a brilliant starry sky.

Where did the moon come from?

Li Lin sat blankly by the window:

who am I?

Where am i?

What am I supposed to do?

How the hell did I time travel again?

The room was filled with the smell of burning, indicating that someone had burned paper inside.

The room wasn't large; only a pile of ashes remained in the cold fireplace, and at the edge of the ashes was an open suitcase filled with books.

It looks like it wasn't burned completely.

Li Lin blinked; the scene before him seemed somewhat familiar.

If this were a game, then without a doubt, that pile of books would be the key to triggering the quest.

"Then I'll just not bother turning it over."