A Madman’s Guide to Traveling the World癫佬世界旅行指南

【Multiple identities, behind-the-scenes protagonist, starts off nearly invincible, mentally abnormal main character】

Good news: I’ve transmigrated!

Bad news: This is a world filled with lunatics and deranged obsessives.

A pure and spotless Holy Knight.

A corpse collector who longs for death.

A traveler who connects the world with his footsteps.

A painter who depicts souls with pigments.

If having your head swallowed by an immortal counts as attaining eternal life together—

Then if all human brains were linked as one, could that truly achieve harmony?

Madmen… madmen… they’re everywhere…

Heh, fortunately, I’m not normal either.

Perhaps a pleasure-seeking misfit is just another kind of madman.

“So many sources of amusement in this world—what a pity it would be not to experience them all.”

Samuel shook his head in regret as he casually removed his own head and hung it on a coat rack.

A Guide to Traveling the Madman’s World:

Please accept others’ kindness and express gratitude. It’s polite.

If someone asks whether you want to go to “Heaven,” refuse—no matter how friendly they seem.

If you feel like you’re being watched, that’s normal. Don’t worry about it.

Do not mock others’ hobbies. It’s impolite.

Lies are bad. Do not deceive poor travelers with lies.

People who smile often are usually lucky—so smile more.

Happiness doesn’t need meaning, just like eating candy needs no reason.

I will never give you up, never let you down, never abandon you, never make you cry, never say goodbye, and never hurt you with lies.

Hehe, I see you.

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Gemini Description:

In the city of Reins, priests feed orphans to flowers, and knights burn away sins along with living flesh.

Thrust into this nightmare, Samuel doesn’t seek shelter — he willingly absorbs the corruption of others, cold-bloodedly tearing out his own eyes to mold them into clone-spies.

Clashing with beings whose power feeds directly on their own madness, he discovers a twisted sense of comfort. Now, this absolute disaster in a tailored black coat isn't just surviving among monsters, but playfully rewriting their rules to suit himself.

As his flesh-puppets slither through the dark streets, they aggressively disrupt the ruthless games of self-proclaimed gods.

Every crafted copy becomes a flawless tool for stealing fates, relentlessly carving a path toward the identity of the king himself. Collapse