……
“It should be fine.”
An Xuyin sat in front of the old printer, reading a newly printed letter.
A phone that looked brand-new lay beside him, along with its torn-open packaging and a silver charging cable.
Most of the things in the room were gone, including the cracked sofa and the picture hanging by the entrance.
During the few hours Zhu Yan had been away, the art student seemed to have tidied everything up, as if he were ready to move out at any moment.
All he could do was sit cross-legged on the empty floor and look over the little card in his hand again and again.
“Your Boss identity is: [Weird Tale].”
“Please forgive us for giving you such a name.”
“However, your identity is ever-changing and your actions are inscrutable, making it extremely difficult for other horror creatures and players to figure you out.”
“They know you exist, yet they can never grasp your shadow.”
“A name like this is simply the perfect fit for such traits.”
Zhu Yan didn’t understand, but he respected their decision.
It wasn’t that he had any objection. It was just that the words “Weird Tale” sounded terrible.
“Human beings have always been fond of bizarre stories, and the bizarre takes countless forms in different settings.”
“We look forward to seeing you adapt to circumstances and forge your own reputation.”
Zhu Yan hadn’t shown the identity card to The Art Student.
It was an important thing, because it contained some information about him.
Although The Art Student was a companion he trusted, Zhu Yan still wasn’t entirely at ease.
So he simply omitted the existence of the [Identity Card] and told him directly that there might be another examination after the [Baptism].
It was always better to keep something in reserve… What if this little bit of privacy became necessary in the future?
When An Xuyin turned around, Zhu Yan calmly flipped his hand and slipped the identity card into his ring.
“You only need to keep wearing that red sandalwood bracelet.”
The art student hadn’t noticed Zhu Yan’s little trick at all. “It says here that the bracelet has some minor additional functions. Do you remember? It automatically adjusts itself as the concentration of [Shuddering Pleasure] in your body increases.”
“The other function is external disguise. Otherwise, you would have given yourself away long ago.”
“Even an internal examination wouldn’t detect anything?”
“Absolutely not.”
An Xuyin answered confidently, then happily went back to looking at his new phone.
“Oh, Lord Bamboo Salt, you really can get your hands on anything!”
“From now on, we’re brothers… No, grandfather and grandson! After all, according to our ages, I’m your ancestor…”
He prattled on while studying the phone, completely oblivious to the fact that Zhu Yan had closed his right hand around the [Identity Card] and begun merging with it.
A chill traveled upward along the blood vessels in his wrist, making Zhu Yan shudder.
He endured it. A few seconds later, two lines of scarlet text appeared across his retina.
“[Identity Card] fusion successful.”
“Congratulations, [Hunter]!”
Zhu Yan let out a relieved breath.
Through the gaps between the red letters, he glanced at An Xuyin’s delighted back. He leaned against the wall, intending to calm himself down before leaving.
The red text before his eyes soon changed.
“We will now replay your open-beta dungeon mission.”
“Mission 1: Pay close attention to the red reminders before your eyes at all times. Follow the reminders and cooperate with the instructions to complete real-time missions.”
“Mission 2: Do not reveal your Boss identity. We need you to remain among the players.”
Mission 2 was simply part of Zhu Yan’s daily routine. He would never reveal himself.
As for Mission 1, the red text might as well have said nothing. All Zhu Yan could do was adapt as best he could.
“I’m heading out first.” He rose from the floor. “I still have to go to the [Nightmare Bookshop] to ask for leave.”
“Have fun with your phone!”
……
Zhu Yan returned just in time for dinner.
He picked up some food from the cafeteria and, out of selfish motives, sneakily added some barbecue he had stocked up on earlier at the food court.
Dinner was incredibly lavish, with steaming, fragrant dishes covering the entire table.
“What a shame.”
Qi Yinming brought over a plate of toast with lightly charred edges. “Our only staple food today is this, because we don’t have a rice cooker.”
Yang Zhanbai pulled out a large bottle of cola and poured everyone a glass.
“What a shame?” he said without thinking. “I think it’s pretty good. After the open-beta dungeon, do you think we’ll still be able to eat proper meals?”
Zhu Yan kicked him under the table.
“Anyway, cheers!”
Yang Zhanbai raised his paper cup with a grin.
“To surviving the open-beta dungeon. And to saving up plenty of items and bone coins, so we can land some minor official position in the [Human Alliance].”
“May we all prosper—and never forget one another!”
Chen Zhaoxing let out a strange cry, only for Xu Tongguang to hold him down.
“Staying alive is enough,” Xu Tongguang said mildly, smiling so that two shallow dimples appeared in his cheeks. “I’m glad to have met all of you.”
“We’ll definitely survive,” Qi Yinming said calmly, unable to stop himself from analyzing the situation. “I think we should still go to the [Human Alliance] afterward. We can improve our individual skills during the group training, while also building up our teamwork.”
“If we form a team, we should be very strong. We have an observation-type ability, a healer, someone who can control the enemy’s health bar, and two heavy attackers…”
Yang Zhanbai stuffed a piece of sweet-and-sour spare rib into Qi Yinming’s mouth, cutting off whatever he was about to say.
“We’re eating, drinking, and playing cards today. This isn’t the time for fucking tactical analysis.”
“Come on, brothers. Let’s celebrate not having a dungeon lately, celebrate getting our leave approved, and celebrate sleeping in tomorrow!”
Zhu Yan raised his cup and put on a suitably polite smile as he clinked it against the others’, though he was somewhat distracted.
“Prosper, but don’t forget. Prosper, but don’t forget.”
He was already rich, actually. Forgetting them was something he wouldn’t dare do.
Of all people, he especially couldn’t afford to forget Yang Zhanbai.
That fellow held a deep grudge against the [Hunter] and was relentless in his pursuit. If Zhu Yan didn’t keep an eye on him, he could create countless problems.
The thought gave Zhu Yan a headache, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
He grabbed a piece of sweet glazed fish. As the steaming fish entered his mouth, the conversation naturally shifted.
“Hey, do you guys usually eat sweet meat or savory meat?”
Everyone, Zhu Yan included, stuffed themselves with food until their stomachs were full and the table was bare, leaving behind only a pile of bones and bamboo skewers.
Several of them collapsed into their chairs, unwilling to move. Only Qi Yinming stood up to clear the dishes.
“Let’s wash up and go to bed. I’m in a carb coma.”
“Why don’t you two stay, too? There are still empty beds, and no replacements have arrived. One of you can sleep on the floor.”
……
The holiday passed as quickly as flowing water.
Zhu Yan had no idea how he had spent those three days.
But on the morning of the fourth day, when Guan En’s concerned messages appeared once more in the private-message window of the [Player Forum], Yang Zhanbai could no longer sit still.
“Hey, why don’t we get out of here?”
“Our leave has already been approved anyway. Didn’t that Slime say there wouldn’t be any dungeons lately, and tell us to enjoy our vacation?”
As he spoke, Yang Zhanbai poked his head out from behind the bed curtain. After confirming that Qi Yinming really wasn’t in the dormitory, he lowered his voice and sneakily continued:
“Let’s go. If we drag this out any longer, we’ll have to endure someone’s lengthy strategic analysis.”
Chen Zhaoxing suddenly raised his head from below and gave him an eerie smile.
Yang Zhanbai snapped. “Chen Zhaoxing, you jerk! If you dare tattle on me, I’ll—”
“What?” Chen Zhaoxing folded his arms. “What are you going to do? Refuse to eat my cockroaches?”
“You—”
“Enough,” Zhu Yan said curtly.
He climbed down from the bed and began changing his clothes.
“Let’s go. I already told Captain Jin that a car will come pick us up at ten this morning.”
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."
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
