"Brother..."
"Die..."
"Brother... forever..."
"Let me devour you..."
Eerie whispers murmured in his ears. Ye Chuan could feel himself enveloped by flesh and blood, his body pierced by writhing tendrils, his meridians invaded as if every pore had been violated by those grotesque appendages.
"..."
"Bro..."
As the monster released crimson energy, siphoning Ye Chuan's life force, he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness—until his eyes snapped open. His pupils were pitch-black, deep as abyssal voids.
In the next instant, the chaotic power within him erupted, instantly devouring the monster's tendrils and reversing the flow, draining its energy instead!
"What... no... AHH?!"
The monster twisted and thrashed, but the terrifying suction was inescapable. Before Ye Chuan could even process what was happening, the creature's aura began rapidly withering.
The chaotic force spiraled out of control, shattering the cocoon of flesh around him and instead coalescing into a swirling maelstrom that swallowed the monster whole.
Simultaneously, Ye Chuan felt power surging through him, his energy soaring.
[You have reached Late-Stage Nascent Soul]
[You have reached Nascent Soul Perfection]
[Breaking through to Spirit Transformation Realm—]
[Due to your unique constitution, survive the heavenly tribulation]
In an instant, the blood-stained sky was swallowed by roiling black clouds, arcs of lightning dancing ominously between them.
Still absorbing the monster's essence, Ye Chuan had no time to react before—
"BOOM!"
The thunder seemed eager to annihilate him. A bolt as vast as a dragon's descent split the heavens, engulfing both Ye Chuan and the monster in blinding fury.
"Hummm—"
Chaos surged. The earth fractured. Yet the lightning, instead of destroying him, refined into pure energy that nourished his body.
The monster wasn’t so fortunate. The heavenly punishment, a bane to all wickedness, scoured its flesh-bound form, tearing it apart again and again amidst agonized regeneration.
"SCREEEEEECH—!" Its shriek shook the very fabric of the world.
Desperate to escape, the monster writhed—only for Ye Chuan to seize it with tendrils of chaos, yanking it against his chest. "Running away?"
"DIE!!!!!"
The monster’s maw gaped, unleashing a chorus of tormented souls. Countless tendrils impaled Ye Chuan, only to be devoured by the chaos. Undeterred, it kept slashing at him, fighting to break free.
Ye Chuan tightened his grip, crushing every healing pill in his spatial pouch, locking them both in a brutal battle of attrition.
With each thunder strike, the crimson world flashed white. Under the relentless divine lightning and Ye Chuan’s draining grasp, the monster’s aura dimmed.
"Crack... crack-crack." Its blood-mask shattered, revealing a single eye—his sister’s. Dull, lifeless, yet flickering with struggle.
Seeing his chance, Ye Chuan roared at the sky, "HEY! SAVING YOUR STRENGTH?!"
His voice seemed to shake the heavens. The weakening lightning convulsed, arcs converging into a cataclysmic final strike.
"NO... STOP!!!!!!!!" The monster wailed.
The bolt fell. Thunder drowned them once more.
Under the divine purge, the fleshy armor clinging to his sister finally disintegrated. Ye Chuan absorbed the residual lightning.
The clouds parted. The bloodied sky faded.
[You have reached Early-Stage Spirit Transformation]
[You have reached Mid-Stage Spirit Transformation]
[You have reached Late-Stage Spirit Transformation]
[Nine Flames Avatar → Chaos Avatar]
......
Dawn approached.
Ye Chuan landed, cradling his sister. As the crimson horizon cleared, he glanced down—and exhaled in relief.
"That was hell." He nearly coughed blood.
Thankfully, the heavenly tribulation had weakened the monster, and chaos proved its natural counter.
"Mmm..." His sister stirred. Beneath her ash-gray bangs, round eyes blinked up at him. "Brother?"
"How do you feel?" he asked. "Better?"
She frowned. The oppressive force within her had vanished. Memories flooded back—including what she’d done.
A splitting headache seized her. Ye Chuan set her down, channeling his psyche to soothe her. After all, she was a "treasure" of red-tier rarity—he’d be damned if his efforts went to waste.
Gradually, her pain eased. She smiled. "Brother... thank you."
Ye Chuan checked her body. Her physiology was... altered. No longer human.
Her blood pulsed with unnatural life; her veins resembled living tendrils.
"Your body..." He hesitated. She seemed human fused with the monster’s essence—though the eerie aura had been purged by the lightning.
"I’m fine." She shook her head, then hesitated. "Brother... am I still a monster?"
"No." Though her form had changed, "monster" didn’t fit.
She stood, gazing at the disintegrating world. "Brother, it’s vanishing. Can you leave?"
"And you?" He noted the collapsing edges. Their time here was ending.
"I’ll stay." Her voice was hollow. "This is my punishment. I... caused all this. Let me atone."
Her words carried resignation. To her, survival itself felt like sin.
"No!" Ye Chuan grabbed her wrist. "I didn’t save you just to watch you disappear!"
"Bro...ther?" She blinked, then laughed softly. "We barely know each other, yet you’re already acting like family."
"Yeah."
"But... I don’t hate it." Her smile wavered. "I... really can keep living?"
"Simply dying isn’t the way to atone—living is." Ye Chuan tightened his grip on his little sister’s hand.
"Come on, let me collect your rent... cough I mean, let me stay with you forever."
"We’re family forever, right?"
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."
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
] [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!"
