Is this right?
Zhu Yan felt something was off.
He still remembered that when he got his first day off, he thought zero people would choose to enter an instance.
But now he found that he seemed to have no luck with long vacations.
He was about to die or mutate.
Under these circumstances, if Carnival Paradise did not have an instance for him to enter, that would actually be worrying.
"Instance clearance reward: fifty thousand yuan."
Whoa, it was actually ten thousand more than last time.
Why?
Was it because of the instance's difficulty, or because his clearance method was splendid?
"Forty thousand yuan is the base reward, and ten thousand yuan is a reward for your creativity."
Okay, so it was the latter.
"You can choose to receive it in the form of human currency or Carnival Paradise currency."
As soon as the voice fell, two lines of red text appeared before Zhu Yan's eyes.
Zhu Yan thought about it and chose to gaze at the Carnival Paradise currency.
He remembered that the mall where the Hall of Mourning was located had been surrounded by the police, and a little boy had been eaten by a Doppelganger.
He figured that for a long time, he wouldn't be able to go to the Hall of Mourning to exchange currency.
Besides, Carnival Paradise had hinted that the current exchange rate was not high.
If the exchange rate went up by the time the Hall of Mourning opened again, he would suffer a huge loss.
"Okay," the female voice said pleasantly. "Five hundred bone gold coins have been issued to your account. I will continue to broadcast the remaining rewards for you."
"Player level: Lv.3. Still low-level, but in the current world, it is passable."
"Roleplay ability level: Lv.5. Clearing two closed beta instances will upgrade it. You can enter the Player Center to view the changes."
Right.
Zhu Yan almost forgot that upgrading Roleplay from level five to level six required three closed beta instances.
"Complain ability level: Lv.5. Upgrading from level five to level six requires clearing three closed beta instances."
"If you had activated this ability when you were playing humor with the Voodoo Doll just now, perhaps your rating could have been a bit higher."
If that could upgrade it, Zhu Yan wouldn't mind saying something even more hellish.
"Bully ability level: Lv.3."
"Glad you finally used it, player."
Looking at it overall, Zhu Yan felt quite thrilled.
With the current levels of these three abilities, they were indeed a bit lacking against thriller creatures, but against players, they were more than enough.
If he encountered another player versus player instance like today's, he would have the confidence to face them head-on.
Zhu Yan felt a wave of relaxation...
Joy wrapped around him like warm amniotic fluid, and faint electric currents gently struck his blood vessels, bringing an extremely contradictory pleasure.
Unlike the previous few times, the physical sensation was even stronger this time.
Even Zhu Yan's facial muscles began to completely relax.
It took fully a dozen seconds before he suddenly woke up from this sensation.
Here it comes again.
This feeling was addictive.
But addiction was not a good thing.
Zhu Yan bit the tip of his tongue hard to refocus his attention and continued listening to the broadcast.
Today's broadcast seemed exceptionally long.
The female voice rang joyfully in his ears, like some kind of musical tone.
"And, congratulations on getting the treasure you need."
"I will broadcast the usage and origin of the treasure for you."
Zhu Yan couldn't help but feel a little excited.
He reached into his bathrobe and grasped the tiny typewriter lying among a pile of sundries.
"This was the beloved little invention of an art student. He vainly attempted to use this toy as a stepping stone to a certain art academy."
"However, the professor in charge of admissions saw through his prank and returned this item along with his application letter, causing the art student to fail the entrance exam."
All of Zhu Yan's thoughts paused for a moment.
What?
Did this thing have even half a dime's relationship with art?
"Carnival Paradise thought such a small object was very interesting, so it stole it."
So despicable, but Zhu Yan liked it.
If Carnival Paradise hadn't stolen it, he wouldn't have been able to get this thing.
"After endowing this small object with power, it possesses stronger printing and modification functions than before."
"You only need to put your identity card into the designated position of the machine, and it can generate a brand new, non-repetitive card for you."
"Furthermore, it can fabricate a background for you and produce matching documents."
So awesome?
Zhu Yan was startled.
He wanted to take a good look at this interesting little thing, but the female voice continued broadcasting.
"Once all the documents are gathered, Carnival Paradise will automatically fill all your new information into the human system."
"The new information will not overlap with the old information."
"However, we will retain your school information and other necessary parts."
Zhu Yan's heart beat violently.
Did these words mean that he could completely cut ties with the identity of the former Zhu Yan and the things Zhu Yan had done?
He wouldn't have to be cautious, nor would he have to worry about the police checking his biological information, and he could live in the sunlight again?
"You will be reborn and walk in the sunlight again... even if the sunlight is about to fade."
Zhu Yan subconsciously gripped that small, cold machine.
This news even diluted his worry about impending death or mutation.
"Finally, I will bring you the last reward of this instance, and explain the related matters."
There's more.
Zhu Yan began to greedily hope it was about the Plague Demon virus, and reality indeed turned out as he wished.
"Carnival Paradise has decided to grant you ten days of Plague Immunity Time, which is our special preferential treatment for players."
"In the process of coming into contact with the Plague Demon, you unfortunately contracted the plague."
"According to the original process, you would die horribly within a day."
Zhu Yan thought of the legends and studies about the Black Death in the Middle Ages, and for a moment, he didn't know how to feel.
Of course he was afraid of dying, but he always felt that his lifespan was not yet up.
"Player, it is a pity."
"Because the outbreak of the Plague will greatly accelerate the integration progress of Carnival Paradise, Carnival Paradise will not actively provide you with triggerable instances."
"Such an action is contrary to the goal of Carnival Paradise."
Zhu Yan keenly caught the word actively.
Carnival Paradise not actively providing them didn't mean he couldn't actively look for them.
Compared to death, he would rather choose to mutate into a Plague Demon.
But if he could live, he didn't want to become a man-eating monster.
There was still a chance, a glimmer of hope.
He held his breath.
"However, during the Plague Immunity Time, you will not fall ill."
"During this period, you can look for an instance that can save you, figure out a way to enter it, and get what you need."
"Player, you should thank the generosity and mercy of Carnival Paradise."
The female voice fell silent.
Zhu Yan leaned back gently against the chair without speaking.
He was glad he had gotten on this tram and struck up a conversation with the Voodoo Doll.
Witch, this was a very useful clue.
Nothing in the world was more important than life and death.
Zhu Yan opened the book Coexisting with Taboo Entities and searched the table of contents for witches.
He remembered there was a section on them.
Witches, page 735.
"[Witch], like the [Plague Demon], is one of the famous products of medieval Europe."
The book read.
"Of course, medieval Europe was an era that produced a massive number of terrifying creatures."
"The uniqueness of [Witches] lies in the fact that they wrote and compiled the famous Key of Solomon, even though the versions circulating in the world are quite ridiculous and full of errors..."
"But it can still be inferred that they could make deals with higher-level [Demons] through certain channels."
Zhu Yan read on with rapt attention.
"At the same time, because most [Witches] love cleanliness, they tend to live deep in the mountains and are absolutely irreconcilable with terrifying creatures like the [Plague Demon]."
"They harbor considerable hostility and an appetite for humans, but they absolutely adore cats."
The section on [Witches] ended there.
It was still early before his stop.
Zhu Yan thought for a moment and began looking up [Demons].

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

【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.)

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.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"