No one paid attention to Guan En's astonished expression, nor did anyone remove their shields to make way for him.
"Hands on your head and crouch down!" someone shouted. "Don't move!"
Guan En immediately understood the situation. He crouched down with textbook precision, allowing his colleagues to handcuff him.
That mysterious player's ability was to shape-shift into the appearance of other things.
Under such circumstances, the police department wouldn't let anyone leave here easily!
It was just that, that player...
Guan En recalled the sight of him opening the garden gate and escaping.
Was he really still here?
"Take him away for now, interrogate him, and take a statement."
A voice familiar to Guan En sounded behind him. It was the superior who had come with him.
"Search the other areas. Only one can survive this instance."
Yellow light shone on the dark gray pavement. Guan En felt the glare in his eyes and his mind was a mess.
"Wait!" he shouted, trying to turn around to face his superior. "He's still alive! That player is still alive!"
"Captain Huang, I watched him leave! I retrieved his belongings!"
The officer addressed as Captain Huang paused and gave Guan En a rather serious look.
Being able to call out this title meant the probability of the person in front of him being the suspect in disguise was not high.
But Captain Huang still just gave a faint nod.
"Take him to the car first. Have a few more people watch him, gag him, and don't get too close."
"The rest of you, take the police dogs in and search!"
Meanwhile, on the other side.
On the [Monster Tram], Zhu Yan observed the furnishings and layout inside the carriage with considerable curiosity.
Besides the seemingly luxurious velvet chairs and small wooden tables, there was a ceiling that squirmed like a living creature, and bone-claw chandeliers hanging down.
Flames danced within the closed bone claws. With every bump of the tram, the light and shadows swayed along.
A voodoo doll, made of wound hemp rope and only about as tall as a person's calf, wove through the small round tables holding a tray. The tray was filled with strange beverages.
Zhu Yan saw a shriveled eyeball floating in a cup of black liquid and almost threw up again.
Alright, he still had not gotten used to this.
The voodoo doll bounced its way to the rear half of the carriage and finished distributing those drinks.
Sitting there were some clearly higher-level horror creatures...
Zhu Yan saw a skeleton, a wax figure that was partially melted, and an emaciated thing with four arms like a human spider.
They gave Zhu Yan a similar feeling to what the [Plague Demon] Walter did.
He guessed their levels were all around level 5.
The voodoo doll hopped in front of Zhu Yan, raised a finger, and pointed to the back.
"If you want a drink, you can go to the VIP seats in the back."
Zhu Yan nodded. The voodoo doll asked again, "Are you a doppelganger? Why do you have the [Plague Demon] virus on you?"
The [Plague Demon] virus.
Zhu Yan remembered that when he looked up information about the [Plague Demon] in "Coexisting with Taboo Objects", the book had mentioned it.
"The [Plague Demon] will unknowingly transmit a lethal plague to humans."
Alright then.
With so much close contact with the [Plague Demon], he didn't believe he hadn't been infected.
But there are always more solutions than problems.
Regardless, he should try to fish for some information.
Zhu Yan looked at the voodoo doll and asked tentatively, "The bubonic plague?"
The voodoo doll's button eyes flashed wickedly, and Zhu Yan could see a bit of disdain in them.
"Then you are very ignorant, doppelganger. After a [Plague Demon] becomes a [Plague Demon], it doesn't spread things like the bubonic plague..."
"Uh, easily curable diseases."
That was somewhat expected.
Zhu Yan said a knowing "thank you" and showed the voodoo doll the nightgown in his hand.
"It might be the problem with this nightgown. It belongs to the [Plague Demon]."
The voodoo doll lowered its head to glance at the clothes, mimicking a baffled tone.
"What do you want this for?"
Zhu Yan did not answer its question.
Following this, he cleverly threw out another question he wanted the answer to.
"Hmm. I want to ask, is there any way to kill or wash off the virus on these clothes?"
He didn't want to suddenly drop dead, nor did he want to actually become some source of infection.
Zhu Yan carefully observed the voodoo doll's expression and found that it made no secret of its malicious intent.
Its eyes were two damaged black wooden buttons, and the rigid, stiff stitched appearance made one shudder.
"Kill the virus," the voodoo doll said exceptionally softly. "Oh... hehe, you asked the right person, doppelganger."
It jumped onto the table, spun around stiffly, and showed Zhu Yan its ugly, bare body.
"Look. I was made by a witch during an era when a certain plague suddenly broke out."
That would be the Black Death, a thought popped abruptly into Zhu Yan's mind.
"When she was alive, she used me to curse priests and the church, living a long time before dying of old age."
Inappropriate humor always arrives suddenly.
Zhu Yan looked at the voodoo doll, his brain in a temporary state of ignoring all external threats.
"I've learned something," he said. "Cursing priests and the church leads to a long life."
The voodoo doll stopped spinning and seemed to glare fiercely at him.
"Anyway, you have to find her to kill the virus. But... heh heh heh!"
Its expression suddenly turned cold, revealing an indescribable weirdness.
"It won't be easy if you want to find her. Go play survival games with that food, you disgusting cross-dresser!"
It burst into laughter, jumping and shouting on the table.
The word "cross-dresser" struck a chord in Zhu Yan's mind, and he instantly raised his guard.
What did it mean?
Had he been recognized?
Zhu Yan did not show any panic.
He asked politely, "What do you mean by cross-dresser?"
The voodoo doll spat at him.
"Doppelgangers are all cross-dressers."
Zhu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
"You look just like the food. Like ginger that looks exactly like braised pork! Pah!"
"You can't have meat without ginger, but the [Carnival Paradise] can do without doppelgangers."
"Go to heaven, you!"
Zhu Yan almost laughed out loud.
In a good mood, he watched the voodoo doll hop away and leaned back relaxedly against his chair.
Ten minutes had passed...
A crisp and pleasant female voice announcement rang in his ears, sparing no praise for Zhu Yan.
"Player, your performance was brilliant, truly outstanding."
"You have once again toyed with both horror creatures and humans simultaneously. I am very glad to see you slowly gaining a foothold as the [Carnival Paradise] descends."
"No more words of praise are needed; I will now announce the rewards you have obtained in this instance."
Zhu Yan's spirits lifted.
"The overall clearance results for the [Devouring Villa] instance are as follows."
"Total number of players: two. Players cleared: two. Both are about to die or mutate."
Because they were infected with the [Plague Demon] virus, right.
Zhu Yan was already mentally prepared, even having the mood to silently make a sarcastic remark.
He would rather choose mutation.
"Among them, you ranked first with the highest score. The basic rewards are as follows."
"Rest days: ten days."
"Current accumulated rest days: thirty days."
"Of course, you can choose to enter the instance early. That is your freedom."
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.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
