"Help! Help!"
"No!"
Screams echoed through the hallway as the dormitory’s defenses completely collapsed on the second night. The white-clothed ghosts broke through doors effortlessly, slaughtering many without mercy.
Some had managed to upgrade their doors using supplies scavenged during the day, barely holding off the ghosts for now. A few bold ones, heeding the broadcast’s instructions, ventured out to search for weapons refreshed at night, gaining the means to fight back against the ghosts and reaping greater rewards afterward.
In the management chat, most ignored the plight of ordinary players, their attention fixed solely on Ye Chuan. Watching him effortlessly clear the hallway of white-clothed ghosts, no one seemed surprised.
After all, if even the red-clothed ghosts couldn’t stop him, the second night’s weaker specters stood no chance.
[He’s really strong. What kind of weapon is he even using?]
[No idea. Must be something ultra-rare.]
[When are the high-level players joining? Watching him steamroll everything is boring.]
[This stream’s so dull. I’m leaving.]
Just then, an administrator chimed in—
[Relax. Once this dungeon’s permissions open up, high-level players will flood in. No one can resist free rewards.]
[They’re here.]
Soon, a rift split open at the top of the staircase, light swirling as two men and a woman materialized. Unlike the ordinary players, they were decked out in full gear—rifles, armor, the works.
"Ha! What luck—a no-entry-requirement dungeon? Hell yeah!" A bald man grinned wildly.
"Ghost Dorm is one of the harder beginner dungeons. Stay alert—the boss isn’t easy," the woman cautioned.
"Pfft. We’re high-level players. You really scared of a beginner boss?" The skinny man scoffed.
Right then, they spotted a group of white-clothed ghosts nearby.
"My turn!" The bald man summoned a massive cleaver and charged, cutting down the ghost in a few slashes.
"Feels good!" He hadn’t experienced such effortless kills in ages. Stats really were everything.
"Still reckless as ever." The woman sighed, then glanced at the skinny man. "What’s the plan?"
"Simple. Kill everyone in the dorms. We’re taking all the rewards for ourselves."
"Wow. No mercy for newbies, huh?" she remarked.
"Hey, you’ve killed more players than me. Don’t act all high and mighty."
The bald man wasted no time, hacking through a reinforced dorm door with his cleaver. Inside, a terrified player stared up at him.
"W-Who are you?!" the young man stammered.
"Oho, a fresh-faced kid?" The bald man licked his lips, glancing back at his companions. "Mind if I have some fun?"
"Go ahead," the woman shrugged. "Just finish him after."
"Sweet."
——
Meanwhile, after clearing the fifth floor of ghosts, Ye Chuan paused, sensing something off.
"Huh?" The dorm felt livelier than usual.
Checking his phone, he noticed many small groups had emerged, risking the night after hearing about the weapon refresh.
"Not enough ghosts tonight. Could use more." He ignored the others, frowning at the lack of enemies.
This didn’t add up.
The first night had red-clothed ghosts—why were these weaker and fewer?
Then he remembered the broadcast. Was there some hidden overseer controlling everything?
Yesterday, after realizing his strength, they’d sent the red ghosts.
At that thought, Ye Chuan looked up at the empty wall and flipped it off.
"Oi, you slacking? Throw more ghosts at me already!"
"Not enough to kill. Pathetic."
[Told you—he’s gotta be a high-level player. Knows we’re watching.]
[Damn, this guy’s got attitude. Actually taunting us?]
[Admin, can you wreck him? He’s too cocky!]
[Bet he’s using some rare item to cheese a beginner dungeon.]
The dungeon admin, clearly provoked, responded—
[Fine. Let’s see how tough he really is. I’ve got plenty more ghosts to spare.]
The moment Ye Chuan lowered his middle finger, the air around him twisted ominously.
A chilling mist of blood began to rise from the ground, and soon, dozens of black-clothed ghosts materialized, each radiating an aura far more menacing than the previous red-clothed spirits.
"Huh? That actually worked?" Ye Chuan's eyes lit up when he realized his taunts had genuinely summoned a horde of vengeful ghosts.
After a quick assessment, he noted that these black-clothed ghosts were no pushovers—each was at least at the late Qi Refining stage.
"Too bad they're still a bit weak." Ye Chuan shook his head. The gap between Foundation Establishment and those below it was like heaven and earth, and Ye Chuan had achieved Heavenly Foundation Establishment at that.
As the black-clothed ghosts lunged at him, Ye Chuan slashed out a few sword beams. When they dodged, he closed the distance instead—
A single swing of his peachwood sword, amplified by its ghost-slaying properties, instantly obliterated the first black-clothed ghost.
The other ghosts swarmed him, but though it seemed like Ye Chuan was surrounded, his Indestructible Chaos Body ensured not a single drop of blood was shed.
Like cutting through melons and vegetables, he swiftly slaughtered all dozens of black-clothed ghosts.
Gazing at the lingering essence they left behind, Ye Chuan collected it all with satisfaction. "This much? Lilith’s gonna have to call me Daddy now."
"Any more? Or are you tapped out?"
After storing the essence, Ye Chuan continued shouting into the empty air, but no response came.
Deflated.
Utterly deflated.
But soon, footsteps echoed behind him. Turning, he spotted two men and a woman descending the stairs.
"Huh?" Ye Chuan was surprised by the gear they wore.
Had these people looted so many good items?
Meanwhile, the trio was equally baffled when they noticed Ye Chuan—
Where were the ghosts of this floor? Why was there just one guy standing there?
"Nice loot." The bald man’s eyes locked onto Ye Chuan’s peachwood sword, instantly recognizing it as a treasure. Gripping his cleaver, he grinned and stepped forward.
"Mine now!"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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?"