"When you read this sentence, you're already dead."
What the—?!
Zhou Ming opened his eyes, only to find himself sitting in a classroom.
"Wait—no! I was... I was just at home!"
He reached for his phone but found nothing in his pocket.
When he abruptly stood up, no one paid him any attention.
Instinctively, he patted the shoulder of Wang Zhenji sitting beside him.
"Fatty Ji! Hey, Fatty Ji!"
But there was no response. Turning his head, he saw a blank, featureless face staring back at him.
Though it had no eyes, Zhou Ming couldn’t shake the eerie sensation of being watched.
He bolted upright, and the entire class turned their heads toward him in unison.
Only then did Zhou Ming realize—none of them had faces. They wore flesh-toned masks, yet their gaze bore into him.
Run!
Without a second thought, Zhou Ming leaped onto the desk and dashed for the door.
The school was familiar, yet as he sprinted down the hallway, an overwhelming sense of strangeness gripped him.
The corridors were empty, but when he peered into other classrooms through the windows, he saw entire rooms of faceless figures staring back.
Zhou Ming ran faster.
Every classroom—every single one—was the same.
He checked them all, running in circles, and everywhere he looked, the faceless crowd watched him.
Panic set in.
"Right! I can just leave the school."
The moment the thought crossed his mind, faceless figures from over twenty classrooms surged into the hallway, charging straight at him.
Zhou Ming’s blood ran cold. He spun around and sprinted for his life.
The school was the same as he remembered, but the air was lifeless. Thankfully, the main gate stood wide open.
Get out!
He had to get out!
He pushed himself to run faster than ever before.
Just then, he looked up—
The entire street was filled with faceless people.
The second he stepped past the gate, every single one turned toward him and began running in his direction.
Zhou Ming froze mid-step. The next moment, footsteps pounded behind him.
A faceless figure lunged, grabbing his leg.
Another seized his arm.
Then another, and another...
Soon, Zhou Ming was completely immobilized.
The faceless crowd tightened their grip, slowly tearing his body apart.
Agony wracked him as one pressed a hand against his face.
Riiip—
......
"The morning air is fresh and bright, the sun brings warmth and endless light~"
Lin Mo stretched as he got out of bed, his joints cracking like firecrackers.
After reaching Qi Refinement, his physical strength had grown exponentially.
Originally, Lin Mo thought his body wouldn’t change much after Body Tempering.
But upon entering Qi Refinement, he discovered he could nourish his body with spiritual energy.
A stronger body could then hold even more spiritual energy.
This created a perfect cycle.
As everyone knew, Qi Refinement was followed by Foundation Establishment.
Lin Mo was already at the late stage of Qi Refinement, and the Divine Refinement Void Method had detailed the two ways to break through.
One was using a Foundation Establishment Pill.
The other was self-breakthrough.
Since "System Bro" hadn’t provided him with a pill, Lin Mo had no choice but to attempt the latter.
"Invincible Cultivation System, what’s my success rate if I try to break through to Foundation Establishment now?"
[Host, curb your impatience. As the saying goes, "A hundred days to lay the foundation." Foundation Establishment is the bedrock of your future cultivation—do not rush it.]
"You call yourself the Invincible Cultivation System, yet I need a hundred days just for Foundation Establishment?"
Lin Mo couldn’t help but scoff.
Seemingly provoked, System Bro angrily issued a new mission.
[Find the highest point in the local region. After meditating there for 24 hours while absorbing heaven and earth’s spiritual energy, you will receive a Foundation Establishment Pill.]
"That’s more like it, System Bro. I knew I could count on you."
After a bit of strategic flattery, Lin Mo went online to search for the tallest mountain in Yangcheng.
Though he’d studied geography, textbooks never specified which peak was the highest.
He quickly found the answer.
Mount Nankun, with its summit at Paradise Peak—1,200 meters above sea level.
Lin Mo couldn’t help but think, most places in Yun Province were already higher than that.
But whatever. System Bro was being merciful by not making him travel far.
With that settled, he packed his things and prepared to spend 24 hours on Mount Nankun.
Just as he changed clothes and was about to leave, his phone rang.
It was Xie Yuling.
Though she didn’t have a smartphone, she did own a basic phone for calls.
"Lin Mo, are you awake?"
"Yeah, just about to head home for a bit."
"Huh? I thought you said you weren’t going back?"
"It’s Mid-Autumn Festival. Gotta pay respects to my parents, maybe cut a mooncake or something."
Xie Yuling’s tone shifted slightly.
"Since it’s Mid-Autumn, I wanted to ask if you’d like to come with me to my cousin’s place for a barbecue."
Barbecue? Sounded fun.
But her cousin’s place?!
What was he supposed to be there as?
Before Xie Yuling could elaborate, Zheng Yuan chimed in from the background.
"Oh, Xiao Mo, just come! It’s just a casual get-together. Her cousin invited a bunch of friends too—it’ll be more fun with familiar faces."
That explained it.
Auntie Zheng knew Xie Yuling was a hardcore introvert. If her cousin had invited outsiders, she’d need someone she knew to stick close.
After a moment’s thought, Lin Mo agreed.
"Sure, why not? More people, more fun."
The Mount Nankun breakthrough could wait. He could always go after the barbecue.
"Great! We’ll let you know when we leave this afternoon. It’s just in the same village anyway."
Lin Mo hummed in acknowledgment before Xie Yuling took the phone back.
"Lin Mo, if you don’t want to go, it’s fine."
"What, you don’t want me there?" His teasing tone made Xie Yuling fluster.
"No! I just... didn’t want to interrupt your studies."
"It’s a holiday. Can’t study all day—I was just gonna game anyway."
Hearing no reluctance in his voice, Xie Yuling sighed in relief.
Then came the sound of a door opening, footsteps, and finally, a knock.
After hanging up, Lin Mo opened the door.
"What’s up?"
"I came to watch you game."
"Fine, but I haven’t eaten yet. Warm up my PC for me—I’m going downstairs for noodles."
"Ah, you should’ve said so earlier! We steamed some custard buns at home. Want me to grab some?"
"Nah, a few buns won’t fill me up."
With that, Lin Mo shuffled downstairs in slippers, leaving Xie Yuling alone in his room.
Once the door closed, she tiptoed inside.
Lin Mo’s room was neat, his bed made—though he never actually used blankets.
His desk was stacked with study materials,
and in the corner sat the cup she’d given him, still filled with water.
Proof that he actually used it.
Xie Yuling couldn’t help but smile—before quickly covering her mouth, as if afraid someone might see.
Only then did he remember that he was alone in the room. With a relieved sigh, he sat down on Lin Mo's bed and let out a slow, quiet laugh.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”