"What's going on? I heard the game is going down for maintenance for an hour tonight?"
"Seems like some nasty bug popped up that needs fixing."
"No way." Soon, every player in the game received the announcement about the one-hour maintenance. But even just an hour felt unbearable—like having ants crawling all over them.
Over in Nolan Village, the Sky Eagle Guild got the news too.
"Maintenance? At this crucial moment? I was just about to go hunt some skeleton monsters!" Su Qiao had already geared up and gathered a team of over a thousand players—
Not to deal with Ye Chuan, but to take on the Skeleton Guards.
Skeleton Guards had predictable attack patterns and guaranteed a legendary equipment drop every time.
Might as well treat them like raid bosses—they respawned quickly anyway.
"Yeah, one hour. Something about fixing a bug."
"Fine, fine. It's just an hour."
Though unhappy, Su Qiao logged off after hearing it’d only be a short downtime.
When maintenance began, all remaining players were forcibly kicked out, leaving only the game’s native inhabitants behind.
And right at the entrance of Nasker’s Catacombs—
A towering pillar of light erupted.
From within it, a figure slowly emerged.
"Ha! I refuse to believe this boss is as tough as they say!" The figure was a heavyset man, every piece of his gear gleaming with golden light—each one a top-tier epic item!
Not only were their stats absurd, but they were also enhanced to +31!
This was the admin equipping himself!
"Come on, let’s see just how strong this bugged monster really is." The man raised his shield and sword, striding into Nasker’s Catacombs.
Just then, a rustling came from a nearby grave mound—a skeletal creature lunged at him.
The man instantly blocked with his shield, and the moment they clashed, golden light flared, obliterating the skeleton instantly.
"Tch, scared the hell outta me—suddenly popping up like that." The man chuckled, then confidently pressed forward.
Nothing could stop him now. Even when monsters touched him, they were instantly shredded by his counter-damage.
Finally, he reached the Skeleton Guard.
"How the hell does a measly level 15 mob get this big?" Shaking his head at the towering undead, he stepped closer—triggering its aggression.
"ROOOAR!!!" The Skeleton Guard opened with a deafening roar.
Terrifying shockwaves rippled outward, but the words "IMMUNE" floated above the man’s head.
"This gear negates most debuffs. You won’t knock me back." Grinning, he leaped high and smashed his shield down onto the Skeleton Guard’s skull!
CRACK! The sound of shattering bone echoed as the Skeleton Guard’s head was crushed under the impact.
The massive corpse collapsed, dissolving into dark energy.
"Won’t even take an hour—I’ll clear this whole place in thirty minutes!" The man pushed deeper. His target wasn’t this Skeleton Guard, nor did he care about its legendary drops.
The real boss waiting inside was what he wanted.
After cutting through corridors and swatting aside more mobs, he finally reached the central hall.
A figure sat atop a throne.
The moment their eyes met, the man barked, "Hey! How the hell did you turn into a level 60+ boss?!"
The skeletal king rested its chin on one hand—though it lacked a face, its posture radiated amusement.
Because Ye Chuan was busy studying the man’s dazzling golden gear.
"Interesting. How’d you get your hands on that gear?" Ye Chuan rose slowly as he spoke.
"Oh?" The man tapped his sword against his shield, surprised the boss responded. "You’ll find out soon enough!"
"Shield Charge!"
Golden light erupted around him as he shot forward like a freight train, shield aimed straight at Ye Chuan!
Shield Charge forced a 10-meter dash, ignored crowd control, and stunned anything it hit for seconds.
But the admin’s gear amplified it—1000% more range, plus a 30-second stun duration.
Yet his plan failed instantly. Ye Chuan blinked away, reappearing far in a distant corner.
The man crashed into the throne, smashing it to splinters.
"You’re not a normal player, are you?" Ye Chuan’s question froze the man in place.
Monsters didn’t use the term "player." To natives, players were either "Outlanders" or, more derogatorily, "Undying" or "Calamities."
Hearing Ye Chuan say "player," the man’s eyes widened. "You’re a player?!"
Or a virus?
"Just a skeleton, really." Ye Chuan didn’t hesitate—he opened with Cognitive Corruption.
Instantly, dozens of "IMMUNE" markers flooded the man’s status bar.
"Huh?" Ye Chuan blinked in surprise.
Both were stunned. Each "IMMUNE" represented a blocked debuff—meaning Ye Chuan had just tried to inflict dozens at once.
What kind of nonsense was this?
"You—you—" Before the man could finish, Ye Chuan snapped out of it. Cognitive Corruption was supposed to be unblockable.
Had he encountered another conceptual-tier ability?
"No, maybe my skill level’s too low." Ye Chuan raised his hand again. "Cognitive Corruption."
Another wave of "IMMUNE" markers.
"Cognitive Corruption."
More immunity spam.
"HAHAHAHA! Useless! My necklace grants absolute debuff immunity—unless you outlevel me!" The man laughed wildly as the text continued to flood his screen.
And his sword could one-shot Ye Chuan anyway.
"Cognitive Corruption."
"Cognitive Corruption."
The immunity markers multiplied until they engulfed the man entirely, blocking his vision.
"Enough!" Annoyed, the man decided to end this farce and delete Ye Chuan’s bugged existence.
But the moment he took a step—his body locked up.
"What’s… this?"
Crack. A fissure split his immunity necklace. Then—snap—it shattered.
"Cognitive Corruption." Ye Chuan grinned. "My concept overrules yours."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
