A torrent of spells, like a torrential downpour, bombarded the clock tower and the surrounding misty expanse, churning the fog into chaos.
Ye Chuan stood in mid-air, the magic formation behind him pulsing with unceasing light.
Even though he had entered the World of Weirdness and suffered a debuff, Ye Chuan relied on his sheer raw stats to blast swaths of the monstrosities into black ash. Yet, the moment the ash touched the ground, it reformed within the mist!
They couldn't be killed...
Ye Chuan was beginning to feel numb. After the surrounding mist thinned to a certain degree, it stopped dissipating, while the aberrations continued to revive and lunge at him endlessly.
"Is there no end to this?" Ye Chuan frowned, looking down at the tide of corpses that surged like an unceasing flood.
He couldn't kill them all. There were simply too many.
His Chaos Clones were exhausted from the slaughter. Some were swarmed, hugged tightly by hundreds of aberrations until they were submerged. Meanwhile, every time Della's Twilight Hammer fell, it smashed a swath of monsters to pulp. But as soon as the hammer's shadow faded, new aberrations crawled out of the mist, clambering onto her armor. Their rotting fingers clawed at the gaps in her plating, making ear-piercing screeching sounds.
Qin Tianya was even more troublesome. The moment Ye Chuan blasted him into a bloody mist, he respawned at the breach atop the clock tower. The pus on his body grew thicker, and his aura became stronger.
"Ye Chuan! You cannot escape! This is your hell!" he roared, condensing a beam of light and blasting it toward Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan sidestepped to dodge. The beam struck the ground, blasting open a bottomless abyss. Instantly, the abyss swarmed with countless small aberrations—low-level cultivators and demonic beasts he had previously slain. Now twisted into grotesque forms, they surged toward him!
Ye Chuan retreated rapidly. Grasping at the empty air, the Soul Banner appeared in his hand.
"Summon!"
Thick black smoke billowed from the Soul Banner. Under Ye Chuan's command, countless vengeful spirits emerged, screaming as they poured out like a dense flood to collide with the tide of corpses.
The number of souls in the banner roughly matched the corpse tide, but the soul power was constantly being consumed, whereas the corpse tide was reviving endlessly!
The stench of rot and blood in the air was so thick it seemed solid. The roaring of the aberrations, the scratching sounds, and the explosions of clashing spells wove together into a maddening symphony of hell.
"This won't work. If this keeps up, all the souls in my banner will be wasted." Ye Chuan realized that while the Soul Banner could suppress the corpse tide for a short time, as time passed, he would be the one worn down.
And the Holy Grail could not replenish the Soul Banner.
For the first time, Ye Chuan felt how tricky his defeated enemies could be.
A Boss rush?
With Ye Chuan's current cultivation base, none of his past enemies could withstand a single move from him. However, he couldn't handle them reviving indefinitely like this.
Ye Chuan was left with only two choices—
One, find a way to break this Inner World or escape from it.
Two, pull the plug directly and choose to exit the World of Weirdness.
Although the mission would fail, Ye Chuan himself would not be in mortal danger.
But if he did that, Tian Xiaotian would be left alone.
Obviously, rage-quitting wasn't Ye Chuan's style. Or rather, there was simply no need for him to do so.
"Just because I can't kill you, does that mean you can kill me?"
"Do you understand the value of infinite mana?"
Ye Chuan's eyes turned cold. He stopped focusing on blasting the aberrations and instead condensed his Chaos Power into a massive barrier, shielding himself, Della, and his Chaos Clones in the center.
"Since I can't kill you, I'll find the way to crack this world!"
He closed his eyes, ignoring the roars and attacks outside. Amplifying his spiritual power, he spread his divine consciousness to its limit, piercing through the churning mist to search for the Inner World's energy source.
But the aberrations seemed to sense his intent. Their attacks grew more frenzied. Countless black vines drilled out of the mist, wrapping around the barrier in an attempt to tear it apart.
"Hmph." Sensing the frantic actions of the creatures, Ye Chuan knew he was on the right track.
The barrier flickered with light, sparking as it clashed with the vines.
He could feel that the core of the Inner World was deep within the town. However, that depth was shrouded in dense black mist that his divine consciousness could not penetrate.
"Ye Chuan! Give up! Become one of us!" Qin Tianya's voice rang in his ears, laced with seduction.
"Then you won't have to fight anymore! Give up, you can't kill us..."
"Get lost!" Ye Chuan opened his eyes, a fierce glint flashing within them.
His figure flashed as he charged toward the black mist!
Seeing Ye Chuan's move, the aberrations went completely berserk. Their bodies melted into the ground, only to reassemble right in front of the black mist!
A dense tide of grotesque corpses blocked his path. Clearly, they had no intention of letting Ye Chuan pass!
Their faces were ghastly pale, staring dead at Ye Chuan's every move. Some of their mouths were torn open, with skin still sticking between the tears, as if threatening him!
Ye Chuan couldn't care less about the corpse tide. Releasing a pressure field, he plunged straight into the horde!
Any aberration that got slightly close to Ye Chuan was instantly crushed by the terrifying pressure. Although they revived within a second, they couldn't stop his advance at all!
"Stay here!" Qin Tianya roared and lunged, only to be obliterated by a single punch from Ye Chuan!
Finally, Ye Chuan arrived in front of the mass of black mist. Without hesitation, he slashed his sword directly into it!
The black mist churned, and in the end, it actually engulfed Ye Chuan!
...
...
Ye Chuan felt a moment of disorientation. He didn't know how much time had passed when he opened his eyes again to find a familiar ceiling.
This... was his own room?
Confused, Ye Chuan sat up. He looked out the window; the sunlight outside was perfect, warm and scattering across the room.
"Wait, wasn't I just in the World of Weirdness? How was I suddenly teleported out?" Ye Chuan took out his phone, only to discover that the "Death Train" dungeon instance showed that he had died, so the dungeon had forcibly ended and ejected him.
[World of Weirdness: Death Train
Status: Deceased]
"That's strange. Was the black mist unslayable?" Ye Chuan pondered. Did slashing the black mist cause his death?
Ye Chuan tried it out and found that he indeed could not enter the World of Weirdness anymore.
"Tsk."
Doesn't that mean Tian Xiaotian is left alone in Plague Town?
"Doesn't seem like there's anything I can do about it." Ye Chuan hadn't expected to encounter such a situation. Generally speaking, the aberrations shouldn't have been able to handle him. Who knew they would pull a monster mob strategy, summoning all the enemies he had previously killed at once, with infinite revives to boot?
"Chuan Chuan~" Just then, the door opened.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.
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!
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?!
