The Green Demon Emperor stared blankly at the gentle-faced man before him, listening to his encouraging words. Slowly, the darkness and despair in his heart began to fade.
But what replaced them was... an overwhelming fury!!
The Azure Demon Emperor had never hated anyone so intensely in his life—until now.
Demons were inherently cruel and wicked, and as their emperor, he was the worst of them all.
Yet now he realized that compared to this man, he was practically a saint.
This man wasn’t human!
He was more demonic than the demons themselves!
Back then, when he treated the human divine realms like livestock, he had never stooped to such depths. But this man’s actions were a hundred times more despicable than his own.
He had shattered his body, mind, family, and everything he possessed—utterly destroyed!
Even demons knew not to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs. Though they plundered human populations, humanity still thrived and prospered.
The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom even deliberately concealed the truth of the world, allowing humans to live carefree lives.
Knowing humans were prone to infighting, they had separated the four great human dynasties to prevent war among them.
But what about Gu Qingfeng?!
He was tyrannical, treacherous, utterly without principles—unfathomably vile!
The demon blood on his hands surpassed the human blood on the Azure Demon Emperor’s own.
Humanity had flourished under his rule, but the demon race had been utterly ruined by Gu Qingfeng!
An endless rage surged from the depths of his chest.
"Ah! I’ll kill you!"
Bam!
The Azure Demon Emperor slammed his fist into Gu Qingfeng’s chest.
Splat!
The recoil sent him stumbling back, blood spraying from his mouth.
Gu Qingfeng smiled. "It’s useless. Your only chance now is to contact the Holy Race. I know you don’t want to follow your enemy’s orders, but this is your only hope.
Think carefully. Will you stubbornly endure your hatred, or will you stake everything and call upon the Holy Race for revenge?"
"Bastard!"
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The Azure Demon Emperor struck again and again.
Splat...
The blood he coughed up pooled on the ground into a small puddle.
His face twisted in fury, a flicker of hesitation flashing in his eyes. But as time passed, that hesitation hardened into resolve.
The Azure Demon Emperor didn’t know why Gu Qingfeng wanted the Holy Race to descend, but it didn’t matter anymore.
What mattered was revenge.
And his only chance for revenge lay with the Holy Race.
Even if summoning them meant his own death, even if he would never ascend to the upper realm—he no longer cared. He had nothing left to lose.
Nothing at all.
"Oh?" Gu Qingfeng’s smile deepened as he saw the Azure Demon Emperor finally make his decision.
Abruptly, the demon emperor stood, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. His eyes were icy, lifeless, as he cast one last glance at Gu Qingfeng before turning silently toward the ruined palace.
Gu Qingfeng followed without a word.
The palace had long been reduced to rubble in the war.
The two mortal enemies walked through the ruins, one after the other.
Soon, the Azure Demon Emperor stopped. He surveyed the wreckage before him, then swept his arm outward, clearing away the debris.
Beneath it lay a stone slab covered in intricate, arcane patterns.
Placing his hand upon it, he activated the formation.
The patterns lit up one by one, glowing with an azure radiance.
Boom!
The engravings vanished, and the slab slid open, revealing a dark passage leading deep underground.
Without a backward glance at Gu Qingfeng, the Azure Demon Emperor leaped inside.
Gu Qingfeng followed without hesitation. He wasn’t afraid of traps—in fact, he was disappointed there weren’t any.
The passage was long and narrow, lined with luminous pearls that illuminated the way—a display of extravagance.
As he ventured deeper, Gu Qingfeng casually pocketed the pearls along the way.
No sense letting them go to waste.
Soon, as the passage plunged into darkness, they arrived before a stone chamber, its entrance sealed with dense arrays and restrictions.
The Azure Demon Emperor formed a series of hand seals, and moments later, the chamber door swung open.
Inside, the room was empty save for a single stone pillar rising from the floor, about a meter tall.
Carved with countless patterns, its flat top held a stone mirror the size of a washbasin.
Gu Qingfeng’s eyes gleamed. This must be the means to contact the upper realm.
Under his watchful gaze, the Azure Demon Emperor approached the mirror and began tapping it rhythmically, then traced a complex pattern with his demonic energy—like unlocking a tablet.
Gu Qingfeng memorized the sequence in a single glance.
Once the unlocking was complete, the mirror erupted in a blinding flash, shooting a beam of light straight into the sky.
Gu Qingfeng looked up. Though walls blocked the way, his vision pierced through effortlessly.
The beam soared higher and higher, piercing the clouds and vanishing into the distance.
The two waited in silence.
After about the time it took to burn an incense stick, the mirror changed again.
The light flickered as if disturbed, then dissipated entirely. The mirror’s surface rippled like water.
Fzzzt!
With a soft sound, an image appeared.
Finally!
Suppressing his excitement, Gu Qingfeng peered at the figure now displayed—a demon clad in black armor, with the body of a man and the face of an elephant.
...That’s it?!
So the Holy Race is just elephant demons?!
They look no different from the demons down here!
Disappointment washed over him. He had imagined the Holy Race as majestic, terrifying creatures of legend—like the Taotie, the Qiongqi, the Kunpeng, or demonic dragons.
But instead, it was just some freak with a trunk for a face?!
The greater the expectation, the greater the letdown.
Still, appearances could be deceiving. Maybe they were stronger than they looked.
They were upper-realm demons, after all.
"Greetings, Holy Envoy!" The Azure Demon Emperor’s voice trembled with excitement, as if vengeance was within reach.
The elephant demon in the mirror exuded cold authority.
"Hm."
He acknowledged with a grunt, briefly glancing at Gu Qingfeng but dismissing him as a subordinate.
Then, frowning, he said, "Azure Demon Emperor, I told you not to use the mirror for trivial matters. State your purpose. If this is insignificant, you will bear the consequences."
The Azure Demon Emperor, like a wronged child finally facing a parent, blurted out, "Holy Envoy! The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom is gone! All your sheepdogs—wiped out!"
"What?!" The elephant demon’s face darkened instantly. "Who did this?! With the upper-realm techniques I bestowed upon you, no one in the Qing Realm should be a match! How could you be destroyed?"
【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.)
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'!"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
