At this moment, in a livestream chat room from another world, the bullet comments were scrolling frantically—
[Plague Town is pretty special. If a weak person goes in, they might actually be fine.]
[That kid is dead meat. The Inner World of Plague Town is a projection of the mind. The monsters inside scale with your own strength.]
[Hahahaha, now this is a real show. How many years has it been since someone triggered Plague Town's mechanic?]
[If he doesn't find the core of Plague Town, he'll be trapped there forever and eventually become part of the horror.]
[For normal players, it's indeed A-rank difficulty, but if a really strong player enters, it becomes SS-rank.]
[I bet that little boy won't last an hour.]
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"Ye Chuan, I'm going to kill you..."
"I'm going to kill you..." Qin Tianya's voice was hoarse, every word sounding as if it were being squeezed out of a rotting throat.
His Daoist robe was soaked in viscous pus, clinging tightly to his skin and emitting a nauseating stench. Yellow and black fluids dripped from the hem of the robe, corroding small pits where they landed on the ground.
Ye Chuan stared at the "Qin Tianya" not far away, raising an eyebrow slightly as he quickly saw through the facade.
"No, you aren't Qin Tianya."
"I am..."
"Qin Tianya didn't know my real name." Ye Chuan's indifferent remark instantly silenced the abomination before him.
"Die."
"Qin Tianya" suddenly let out a screech sharp enough to pierce eardrums. His originally somewhat normal body began to twist and swell, and the aura erupting from him climbed directly to the Half-Step Mahayana Realm!
The surrounding dense fog seemed pulled by an invisible vortex, frantically converging toward his body. The mist, mixed with countless tiny black particles, merged into him.
The entire clock tower began to tremble violently. Bricks and stones peeled off, and the metal supports at the top creaked, sounding as if they might collapse at any moment.
As Qin Tianya absorbed massive amounts of the fog, the surrounding view suddenly became clear.
Ye Chuan subconsciously looked to both sides. His calm expression froze instantly, and his pupils constricted slightly—those black shadows that had been swaying in the fog were now fully revealed.
They packed every corner of the clock tower—the walls, the stairs, the beams, and even hanging from the edges of the holes in the roof. It was a dense mass with no end in sight.
A few of the figures left Ye Chuan stunned for a long time.
A wolf demon had its head lolling to the side on its shoulder. Black blood oozed from the wound on its neck. Its originally sharp fangs were broken in half, and green ghostly fire burned in its eye sockets, staring dead at Ye Chuan.
...
Huang Haotian was wearing his school uniform. His chest bore the hole where sword qi had pierced through him. His rotting fingers were curled, and his eyes, filled entirely with whites, stared fixatedly in Ye Chuan's direction.
...
Then there was Bing Aotian, the Palace Master of the Ice Profound Palace. His skin was ulcerated and black, and the corners of his mouth were split into a grotesque grin.
Every opponent Ye Chuan had ever slain, whether demon or human, had now transformed into a grotesque abomination.
They made no sound, yet they all stared at Ye Chuan with lifeless eyes filled with spite and killing intent, looking as if they wanted to swallow him whole.
Even more eerily, their bodies were wriggling slightly. Something was rolling around beneath their skin, and occasionally, gray mist would burrow out of their wounds before quickly retracting into their bodies.
The stench in the air became increasingly intense, a mixture of rust and rotting flesh that was almost suffocating.
Moreover, every aura matched the cultivation level from his memory of them!
"Seriously? That's just dirty."
Even the well-traveled Ye Chuan was facing such a lineup for the first time.
To think that every enemy he had ever killed would pop out all at once—this was something he absolutely could not have imagined.
This Inner World could actually materialize every existence he had slain, using obsession and resentment to construct the most terrifying prison.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the densely packed abominations suddenly moved in unison.
They screeched and roared, swarming toward Ye Chuan. Rotting arms, sharp claws, condensed demon power, and spiritual energy instantly sealed off Ye Chuan's escape route!
They formed a corpse tide, threatening to drown Ye Chuan!
Such a terrifying scene was enough to make one's scalp tingle!
Even Ye Chuan felt a moment of dazed confusion.
Had he really killed that many people?
"Fine. Vengeful spirits claiming a soul, is it?" Seeing those guys who had come back from the dead surging toward him, Ye Chuan no longer held back any of his strength.
He said coldly,
"Arise!"
The next second, the Chaos Power on Ye Chuan's body began to churn wildly. Figures began to emerge from the black mist.
The moment hundreds of Chaos Clones appeared, they protected Ye Chuan in the center.
Because they were synchronized with Ye Chuan's strength, they were all at the Dao Enlightenment Realm!
Hundreds of Dao Enlightenment Realm cultivators—what kind of concept was that?!
And they all possessed the buff of Chaos Power. This was one of Ye Chuan's greatest trump cards!
"Go." With a thought from Ye Chuan, his clones lunged toward the corpse tide!
In the instant of collision, the abominations in the corpse tide were forcibly suppressed!
Even Della reverted to her true form. Her massive armored body, tens of meters high, unleashed a single Twilight Hammer strike. Energy surged, annihilating countless abominations!
However, as time passed, the corpse tide showed no signs of diminishing. Not only that, but they actually began to suppress Ye Chuan's Chaos Clones. They couldn't kill the clones, but they were simply drowning them with sheer numbers!
Impossible. Did I really kill this many people?
Ye Chuan frowned, suddenly seeming to notice something.
The abominations came wave after wave, and every destroyed abomination would respawn within the mist!
The Half-Step Mahayana Realm Qin Tianya had already been insta-killed by Ye Chuan seven or eight times, yet he continued to respawn relentlessly!
"Die!" Qin Tianya hissed.
"I'd like to see just how many times you can revive!" Ye Chuan floated in mid-air and took a step forward. Hundreds of magic circles appeared out of thin air, instantly enveloping the entire small town!
"Go."
Spells of various elements began to pour down like a rainstorm, indiscriminately bombarding the entire space!
With the Holy Grail's buff, this was a rare moment where Ye Chuan went all out!
Since this damn Inner World wanted to trap him, he would blast it to smithereens!
Under this bombardment, the surrounding mist began to churn and boil like hot water!
"It's useless. I am formed from your heart. I cannot be killed." After Qin Tianya revived in the mist once again, he spoke gloomily, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Noisy." Ye Chuan slashed out a beam of sword qi, annihilating the opponent.
"Useless!"
"Die!"
"Useless!"
"Screw this. Keep yapping and I'll kill you ten thousand times!" Ye Chuan summoned hundreds more magic spells, the dazzling power almost illuminating this entire world!
"I'll punch a hole right through this broken world!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
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.”
