In the execution ground, two men knelt on the ground with black hoods over their heads.
When the hoods were removed, the blinding light made Zhou Ming's eyes water.
This was just a dream, so why did it feel so real?!
Once his eyes adjusted, Zhou Ming saw Wang Zhenji kneeling beside him.
This was actually the first time he had dreamed of Wang Zhenji.
The thought that his childhood friend was probably sleeping peacefully in reality filled him with irritation.
Just as he was about to stand up and kick Wang Zhenji, two massive hands forcefully pressed him back down.
Meanwhile, Wang Zhenji also opened his eyes, staring at Zhou Ming in shock.
"Zhou Ming! You're here too."
He tried to stand, but Zhou Ming saw two phantom hands appear in the air, pressing down on Wang Zhenji's shoulders and forcing him to kneel.
The two remained on the ground, pain radiating from their knees.
This was why they feared dreaming—the pain was all too real.
At that moment, a figure descended slowly from the sky.
"Criminals Zhou Ming and Wang Zhenji, you attempted to assault the immortal Lin Mo. The punishment is death. Any objections?"
The two looked up at the figure reading their sentence and exclaimed in unison, "Lin Mo?!"
Indeed, it was Lin Mo.
Lin Mo raised his hand and casually flicked his wrist, slapping both of them across the face.
"Here, you will address me as Venerable One."
As he spoke, a woman appeared beside him, strumming a guitar.
The two lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
Another slap struck them.
"Have you gone mute?"
Their faces stinging, they finally muttered, "Yes, Venerable One."
Lin Mo seemed satisfied.
"Since there are no objections, let the execution begin."
Two executioner's blades hovered above their heads.
Though Zhou Ming and Wang Zhenji believed they wouldn’t die, they felt like Louis XVI at that moment.
Warning!
Three meters above—heads will roll.
Soon, things became utterly bewildering.
They were about to become headless men.
"No... don’t do it!" Wang Zhenji let out a blood-curdling scream.
The blade hadn’t even fallen yet, and he was already begging.
"Don’t? Why didn’t you think of that when you gathered people to beat me up? Why didn’t you hesitate when you bullied others?"
Lin Mo sneered.
With a wave of his hand, the blade flashed—and Wang Zhenji’s arm fell to the ground.
There was no blood, but the pain was undeniable.
Wang Zhenji continued to scream.
Lin Mo then turned his gaze to Zhou Ming.
"And you? Any last words?"
Zhou Ming simply bowed his head. "Just do it. I’m sick of this nightmare."
Lin Mo smirked. Was this all it took to break him?
But it was indeed enough.
"From now on, whenever you commit evil, this nightmare will repeat. This isn’t a warning—it’s a punishment, one that will haunt you for the rest of your life."
Lin Mo reached out, piercing Zhou Ming’s chest and pulling out his still-beating heart.
Zhou Ming stared at his own heart, the sensation indescribable.
He knew this was a dream. Once he woke up, everything would return to normal.
But then, Lin Mo’s next words sent a chill down his spine.
"Zhou Ming, remember—these nightmares are just a small taste. If you want peaceful sleep, learn how to be a decent human being first."
With that, Lin Mo crushed Zhou Ming’s heart.
A sharp pain shot through him as endless darkness swallowed his body. The last thing he saw was the executioner’s blade descending upon Wang Zhenji’s neck.
So, only Wang Zhenji got to be Louis XVI.
......
Wang Zhenji’s eyes snapped open.
He was alone in his prison cell.
Gasping for air, he shuddered—the dream had felt too real. He had even seen Zhou Ming, watched as Lin Mo ripped out his heart.
Then came the blade.
Suddenly realizing something, he dropped to his knees on the bed.
"Lin Mo, I was wrong! Forgive me! Please spare me!"
Silence filled the air.
Wang Zhenji looked around, bewildered.
The seed had been planted. From now on, any wicked thought from Zhou Ming or Wang Zhenji would summon this nightmare again.
......
With the monthly exams approaching, most students were buckling down to study.
Except for the athletes, nearly everyone was immersed in their books.
One advantage of a top-tier high school was the strong academic atmosphere.
Of course, breaks were still taken—like during recess, when students huddled together to discuss DNF gold-farming strategies.
"Listen, the Ice Mage is nowhere near as good as the Elemental Bomber. Short range, low damage, only good for burst—utterly useless."
"Exactly. The damage is there, but the attack style and range are all wrong."
Hao Qiang, sitting in the back row, passionately analyzed.
Beside him, Jian Lihao wagged a finger.
"Bro, you don’t get it. Sure, the character’s flawed, but he looks cool while fighting. And coolness lasts a lifetime."
"Coolness is worthless. My Berserker’s way cooler. Just wait—next year, Berserker’s getting his second awakening!"
Prophet? Execute him!
Meanwhile, Gao Yuanqiang’s "Love Guru" class was in session.
"What do you do when your crush keeps saying she’s going to shower?"
"Probably spoiled. You should shower too."
"But then she says she’s going to sleep!"
"Then you should wash up and sleep too."
The girls, on the other hand, were discussing TV dramas—from Empresses in the Palace to Palace Lock.
It was clear that the girls’ early maturity was on full display here.
As for Lin Mo, he was flipping through a magazine called Story Collection.
He wasn’t reading for leisure—he needed to improve his writing skills.
Essays were his weak point; after all, he wasn’t a novelist.
Unlike a certain tea-loving guy who used to score high marks in composition.
Jiang Yunlu, meanwhile, was reviewing chemistry exercises. Since she planned to major in science, she had to shore up her weaknesses.
As for closed-book subjects like politics and history? She’d leave those to fate.
Such was the ordinary life of an ordinary school—mostly peaceful, with only occasional ripples.
Soon, evening self-study ended.
Even Xie Yuling didn’t immediately appear at Class 8’s door after the bell.
By the time Lin Mo packed up and stepped out, he ran into Xie Yuling exiting Class 7’s back door.
Having grown accustomed to walking home together, the three of them now often left as a trio.
The third person, naturally, was Fang Jun.
"Hey, after the exams, wanna go sing karaoke?" Fang Jun asked.
"Sure," Lin Mo replied, then glanced at Xie Yuling. Fang Jun did the same.
"Me... me too?" Xie Yuling blinked in confusion.
Perhaps because the three had been to the police station and eaten McDonald’s together, Xie Yuling didn’t treat Fang Jun with the same silence she reserved for others.
Lin Mo nodded. "Come along. We’re all friends—it’ll probably be the same group as last time."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
