Zhu Yan lay sprawled in pain across a chair in the Moonwalk Hall, watching the Ocean Doll behind the counter process his transfer with practiced ease.
The [Demon Cloak] was draped over his shoulders. He glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before lowering his voice to ask the Ocean Doll, “If an ordinary player wants to go directly from one hall to another…”
The Ocean Doll’s eyelids opened and closed mechanically.
“That is not an action permitted to ordinary players. Request denied.”
Zhu Yan relaxed.
Clutching his stomach—which, in reality, had not suffered a single injury—he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.
“How much money is in there?”
“One hundred thousand Bone Gold Coins,” the doll said without looking up. “The transfer is almost complete, Hunter. Now, show me the [Hunter] mark on your right hand.”
Zhu Yan extended his sweaty right hand.
At long last, he also heard the broadcast’s cheerful voice. The voice was late, as if it had finally finished enjoying the show.
“Congratulations, dear [Hunter]. You have successfully completed this mission!”
Yes, he had.
Unfortunately, Director Jin’s account contained only one hundred thousand Bone Gold Coins.
Good heavens. Would the puppet’s injuries even be worth the money?
“Happiness begins with knowing when to be content,” the female voice cheerfully lectured. “All right. Since this was a solo mission for the [Hunter], no other players will receive notification of the instance.”
“Congratulations, [Hunter]. Please listen carefully to your rewards.”
Rewards. Rewards.
Zhu Yan prayed that the rewards would be generous, and the female voice did not disappoint him.
“Reward one: the player mark in the puppet’s palm.”
“The mark will take one minute to grow. During that minute, please do not let other players notice anything unusual.”
“Reward two: three bottles of puppet external-repair agent disguised as high-level healing potions.”
“Please use them with caution. The level of these potions may exceed Level 9.”
“Please do not reveal your true nature in front of the [Human Alliance], or allow them to discover that they have failed to collect or have collected too few items.”
Zhu Yan understood.
The pain stabbed into his head again and again like a knife. He no longer had the strength to think about anything else.
…
Below the platform, Captain Zheng had already sent his people to surround the [Hall of Mourning].
The platform slowly rose again, but Zhu Zeyu was in so much pain that he could no longer stand.
Guan En supported Director Jin, while Yang Zhanbai crouched down to look at Zhu Zeyu, who was curled up on the floor.
Yang Zhanbai had torn open the hem of Zhu Zeyu’s uniform, fully exposing the bloody wound to the air.
“Three bottles of high-level healing potions, and it’s still this deep?”
Guan En was visibly shocked.
“How terrifying was the original injury? His intestines must have been about to spill out.”
He then frowned and glanced at Yang Zhanbai, whose face was covered in cold sweat.
“You don’t need to worry. It hurts, but none of the vital points were hit. Since it’s a gunshot wound, we have someone who can draw the bullet out.”
Yang Zhanbai glanced down.
He had poured several bottles of high-level potion over his own arm as well, but the [Hunter]’s weapon was simply too powerful. The potions’ effects were mediocre at best.
Still, they had improved his condition somewhat. At least he could move.
There was still no progress below, and Captain Zheng’s people were running around like headless flies.
“Director Jin, hold on.”
Guan En poured high-level medicine over Director Jin’s wrist as if it cost nothing, barely managing to staunch the bleeding.
“I’ve logged onto the player forum and sent Doctor Liu a private message,” Guan En reported.
The situation was urgent, and he could not explain much. For now, all he could do was make Director Jin force himself to hold on a little longer.
“Doctor Liu and his small team are waiting for us outside the WE Café. Director, please hang in there.”
Director Jin gritted his teeth against the pain, his jaw clenched so tightly that a bulge had risen along his cheek.
Guan En did not know why Director Jin had come, but he had certainly arrived at the worst possible time.
That [Hunter] had been so familiar with the process, as if he had been lying in wait!
Guan En had no idea how he was supposed to explain this to Jin Rongxu.
His wounds hurt. His head hurt, too.
He looked at the several injured people, himself included, hesitated for a long while, and finally opened Jin Rongxu’s private messages.
When the platform came to a stop inside the WE Café, Zhu Zeyu vaguely heard a burst of chaotic footsteps.
Someone seemed to have rushed in.
They lifted him onto a stretcher and hurried outside. The emergency lights in the shopping mall swept past his eyes, at once clear and blurred.
“Gunshot wound… The bullet has to come out first.”
“Call someone from the item-analysis team. We can determine the [Hunter]’s item level from the bullet.”
Someone placed a hand above the wound. The moment the bullet was drawn out, another wave of excruciating pain struck.
“Bear with it,” someone said.
“This step will hurt a little, but we don’t have any anesthetic. Bring the high-level potions! Captain Guan said Level 9 won’t work. Bring something above Level 10!”
High-level potions!
Those four words struck a sensitive nerve in Zhu Zeyu.
He raised his uninjured arm and fiercely wiped the tears of physical pain from his eyes before turning to look to the side.
This appeared to be a crude treatment room, perhaps a dental clinic inside the shopping mall that had been converted for medical use.
Three bottles of potion sat on a nearby tray. Someone picked up one of them and carefully poured out half before handing it over.
Zhu Zeyu pretended to try to sit up, prompting several players to hurry over and hold him down.
“Hey, lie still. Don’t move, don’t move—”
[Telekinesis].
Zhu Zeyu snatched the two bottles beside the half-filled potion at lightning speed, then placed the two disguised repair agents in their place.
He followed the doctor’s movements and lay back down, asking weakly, “Doctor, is it serious?”
The doctor poured half a bottle of potion over the wound, but then fell silent.
After observing it for a moment, he shook his head at the pale young man on the bed.
“What did the Hunter ever have against you? Honestly!”
He turned and instructed the player beside him, “Try a potion one level higher. This is the highest-level potion we have here. If it still doesn’t work, you’ll have to wait until we return.”
Fortunately, the effect of the “Level 12 potion” was immediate.
After one bottle, the wound on Zhu Zeyu’s shoulder had almost completely healed.
After another bottle and a half, the wound in his stomach had healed perfectly as well.
The pain vanished, too.
With the doctor’s assistant supporting him, Zhu Zeyu sat up, looking as if he had barely survived a disaster.
“Th-thank you. I’d like to go check on Yang Zhanbai and Guan En…”
He pointed to the half-used potion on the table—the one that had been replaced.
“Can I take this to them?”
The doctor let out a sigh of relief.
“Tell the others what happened.”
He did not immediately respond to Zhu Yan. Instead, he turned to the assistant and said, “The Hunter’s gun and knife are definitely no higher than Level 12.”
Once the assistant hurried out, the doctor finally nodded at Zhu Zeyu.
“Captain Guan should be in Room 3, looking after Director Jin.”
“Take it with you. It should help.”
That was exactly what Zhu Zeyu had been waiting to hear.
There was no way he could leave this half-used potion here.
The [Hunter]’s knife was Level 13. He still needed to pour a Level 14 potion into this bottle and disguise it again.
Otherwise, the levels of the healing items used on the two sides would not match—and that could spell trouble.
Holding the potion, Zhu Zeyu hurried toward Room 3.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
