"First, let's pack away the nurse outfit. A new Strange Key—finally, I can enter the adventure world Lan Xiaoke belongs to?"
After all, it's a one-time adventure world. To be honest, Ye Chuan hadn't visited that world in a long time. Before, he could still gather some spirit essences for Lilith, but later, it just stopped refreshing.
"It must be because Xiaoke is too lazy. She never improves her cultivation realm, so it never leveled up."
Once he got his hands on the Strange Key, Ye Chuan took out his phone and opened the adventure world interface.
His finger scrolled down to the very last option.
With the key acquired, the previously grayed-out adventure world lit up again.
[Strange World—The Mute Academy]
[Note: This adventure world is dangerous, containing special forces. Upon entry, all abilities will be disabled.]
Dangerous?
How dangerous could it be?
More dangerous than Qian Shuang, who awakened the memories of an empress?
"The Mute Academy, huh…" Ye Chuan stared silently, pondering whether to jump right in.
Does this adventure world mean his Chaos Immortal Body and techniques won’t work?
Ever since Lilith told him that the Chaos Immortal Body wasn’t absolutely invincible, this was the first time Ye Chuan had actually encountered such a situation.
"Lilith."
At that moment, Ye Chuan suddenly called out.
"What?" Lilith's voice responded from within the jade pendant.
"I’m about to enter a strange place soon… My magic immunity might not work there. Got any treasures to spare?" Ye Chuan grinned.
"No."
"I’m going in to farm spirit essences for you—risking life and limb, crawling through fire and sword, all for my beloved Lilith-sama."
Lilith was rendered speechless by Ye Chuan.
"Aren’t you just going to respawn if you die in that world?"
"Cough." Exposed, Ye Chuan immediately put on a serious face. "That’s not the point! The experience of death is still excruciatingly real! It hurts!"
"After all my hard work, isn’t it all for you?"
"Tch. Annoying." Lilith wasn’t falling for Ye Chuan’s emotional manipulation, but she still clicked her tongue in irritation.
Yet, despite her tough words, a faint strand of purple hair materialized before Ye Chuan, gently floating down into his palm.
"Snap it, and you can summon a clone of me. Normally, it can protect you once."
With that, Lilith fell silent.
Nice.
Ye Chuan happily pocketed it. "How about a few more strands? Normal people have 80,000 to 140,000 hairs—just give me a thousand or so."
"Keep talking, and I’ll pluck you bald!" Lilith’s voice snapped back, tinged with anger.
"Stingy."
After teasing Lilith a few more times and getting no response, Ye Chuan decided to prepare a bit before entering that strange world.
Even though it was labeled a dangerous adventure world, the fact that his abilities might truly be sealed didn’t scare him much.
He reopened the points shop and immediately purchased the Hundred-Hit Revolver and Air Cannon from the tech section.
[Item: Hundred-Hit Revolver
A revolver with 100% accuracy.
Infinite ammo.]
[Item: Air Cannon
An absolute destructive hand cannon.
Ammo: 3]
"Good." Since he’d cleared out his inventory earlier, Ye Chuan didn’t have many items left—just the most valuable or potentially useful ones, like the Heavenly Water Mirror and Spirit Orbs he’d swiped from the Qingyun Sect.
"Should’ve kept some of Xiaoke’s talismans." Ye Chuan suddenly missed Lan Xiaoke’s usefulness.
If his magic was sealed, those talismans might’ve actually come in handy.
Never thought he’d be relying on items one day.
"Anywhere Door, Shrink Ray…" Ye Chuan glanced at the mountain of pills in his inventory and figured he was about as ready as he could be.
"Alright."
Strange World, activate!
[Holographic Adventure Loading—]
[Enemy Units Detected: ???]
[Obtainable Items: ???, ????, ?????Red]
[Death Return]
[Danger]
[Special Effect: Abilities, magic, items, and special powers disabled……&……% Due to Chaos Immortal Body influence, Unlimited Inventory and usable items remain functional…]
[Special Effect: Under Lilith·An’s protection, granted Mental Resistance.]
Darkness swallowed his vision as Ye Chuan felt his consciousness being pulled away.
……
……
The scene before him gradually sharpened. As his awareness returned, Ye Chuan found himself lying on a soft bed.
A simple room, an unfamiliar ceiling, and the sound of birds chirping outside, sunlight streaming in.
Ye Chuan sat up, puzzled.
Wait, where the hell am I?
Where’s the horror?
This place is way too sunny to be right.
He’d expected the adventure world to be littered with corpses, ghosts drifting about—but the warm sunlight spilling through the window gave him an eerie feeling instead.
"Did I not enter the adventure world?" Ye Chuan raised his hand.
"Fire."
Nothing happened. Silence.
"……"
"Shinra Tensei."
"Teleport."
"Balala Transformation!"
"……"
"Divine Sense?"
Still no reaction. Ye Chuan tried summoning his Chaos Energy, and this time, there was a response—a faint black aura surfaced, but it seemed to clash with some unseen force, canceling each other out.
"Abilities are completely sealed, but Chaos Energy still has some effect." Ye Chuan assessed his situation.
Opening his inventory, everything worked fine—stocked with all the items he’d prepared.
With a flick of his wrist, the infinite-ammo revolver appeared in his hand.
"Not bad."
With a weapon in hand, Ye Chuan felt utterly calm.
All fear stems from insufficient firepower.
An infinite-ammo gun…
Why would I be the one running?
"Too bad it’s not a submachine gun." Ye Chuan shook his head and tossed the revolver back into his inventory.
Armed and stocked with healing items, his King’s New Clothes armor was still active—though his transformation devices were unusable.
After organizing his gear, Ye Chuan surveyed the room.
It was… ordinary. Too ordinary.
Not a hint of horror.
His gaze shifted to the nightstand—where a single sheet of paper lay undisturbed.
[The Mute Academy Admission Letter]
[Welcome to the Academy.]
[1. All students must be in good health.]
[2. Teachers’ words are absolute. Students must never disobey.]
[3. The laboratory is off-limits.]
[4. Do not graduate. Heh heh heh. (Scratched out)]
Ye Chuan: "……"
What kind of nonsense is this? Want to eat a bullet?
Tossing the paper into his inventory, Ye Chuan stretched and noticed another note on the desk.
There’s more?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
