The force of the fingertips pinching Xiao Tian's neck slowly loosened; the smile on Ye Chuan's face remained gentle.
Before Xiao Tian could gasp and break free, he twisted his wrist. The spirit sword that was originally in Xiao Tian's hand was now precisely pressed against her right arm, its cold gleam reflecting on her deathly pale face.
"Don't be in such a hurry to escape," Ye Chuan said with a smile, yet his tone carried an irresistible, oppressive weight.
"Come, let's play a little game."
Before his voice even faded, the tip of the sword suddenly surged forward, piercing straight through Xiao Tian's arm.
Xiao Tian let out a shrill, miserable shriek. Her body struggled violently, but with her wrist held in Ye Chuan's death grip, she couldn't even take half a step back.
"It hurts... It hurts so much! Let me go!" Her voice trembled uncontrollably. Tears mixed with black rain and blood streamed down her face, her eyes filled with absolute terror.
Ye Chuan acted as if he didn't hear her, still looking at her with a beaming smile.
The black blood slid down the blade, gathered into drops at the tip of the sword, and fell to the ground.
"Let me ask you a simple question," he leaned down, bringing his face close to Xiao Tian's ear, his voice as gentle as a whisper.
"What is 1000 minus 7?"
Xiao Tian trembled all over from the pain. The wound on her arm was still bleeding incessantly, and every breath she took brought agonizing pain.
She raised her tear-stained face and looked at Ye Chuan's smiling expression, feeling that he was far more terrifying than any eerie monster.
"I... I don't know! Stop asking!" She shook her head desperately, her body twisting as she tried to break free, but Ye Chuan's hand was like an iron vise, holding her firmly in place.
"You don't know?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, his smile unchanged, but in the next second, the spirit sword precisely pierced through Xiao Tian's other arm.
"Ah—!!!" Another heart-wrenching scream tore from her throat. Xiao Tian's vision went black from the pain, and her legs gave way, almost collapsing to the ground.
Ye Chuan reached out and grabbed her waist, forcefully holding her up. With the tip of the sword still embedded in her arm, he gave it a gentle twist.
"The answer is 993," his voice remained gentle, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness.
"Got it?"
Xiao Tian twitched all over from the pain. Tears blurred her vision as she nodded haphazardly:
"Got... Got it... 993..." Right now, she just wanted to live. Even if she had to endure such torment, she could only obediently comply.
Ye Chuan watched the wound on Xiao Tian's arm bleed endlessly, the smile on his face growing even gentler.
He once again pressed the tip of the sword against Xiao Tian's chest and asked in a brisk tone:
"Very good. Then let me ask you again, what is 1000 minus 7?"
Xiao Tian was so frightened that her heart almost stopped. She hurriedly blurted out, "993! It's 993!"
She was terrified that if she answered too slowly, she would have to endure that piercing pain again.
But as soon as her voice faded, the spirit sword was violently thrust forward. Although it didn't pierce her chest, it broke her skin, and dark red blood instantly seeped out.
Xiao Tian froze for a moment, then let out an even more despairing scream:
"Why?! Didn't you say the answer is 993?! I didn't say it wrong!"
Her emotions completely collapsed!
Ye Chuan looked down at her, the smile on his face remaining, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
He gently patted Xiao Tian's cheek. "If I say it's wrong, it's wrong."
He paused, his fingertips tracing the tear tracks on Xiao Tian's face, and enunciated every word,
"Don't you know what it means to have the right of final interpretation?"
Xiao Tian stared blankly at him, the blood completely draining from her face, leaving nothing but endless despair.
She finally understood that Ye Chuan wasn't testing her at all; he was purely torturing her, keeping her awake to endure this endless agony.
No matter if she answered correctly or not, she could not escape the fate of being harmed.
Ye Chuan looked at her devastated appearance, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
He pulled a pill from his backpack. Before Xiao Tian could react, he forcefully pinched her chin and shoved the pill into her mouth.
The pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth. A warm current immediately spread throughout Xiao Tian's body, and the wounds on her arms healed at a visible rate, the pain gradually subsiding.
Xiao Tian was stunned, a trace of confusion appearing on her face, which was then quickly replaced by wild joy—
Could it be that Ye Chuan was going to let her go?
But this wild joy didn't last long before she felt a sharp, intense pain coming from her chest.
Looking down, she saw that the sword in Ye Chuan's hand had already precisely pierced her heart.
"No..." Xiao Tian's voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz, the wild joy in her eyes instantly replaced by ultimate agony!
She could clearly feel the excruciating pain of her heart being torn apart, but at the same time, the pill inside her body was still taking effect, continuously repairing her body and preventing her from dying.
That feeling of wanting to die but being unable to, the agonizing pain of a pierced heart constantly lingering in her chest, was a hundred times more painful than any previous torture.
"Damn you! Damn you!!!!"
Ye Chuan looked at her painfully contorted face, his eyes calm and unrippled.
He slowly pulled out the spirit sword. A massive amount of blood instantly gushed from the wound at her heart, but the power of the pill was rapidly repairing it, the wound healing at a visible rate.
Yet, because the trauma of her pierced heart could never fully heal, it was trapped in an endless cycle of mending and tearing, subjecting Xiao Tian to boundless agony.
Ye Chuan's voice was flat. Living is worse than dying, is it not?
He let go of his grip. Xiao Tian stumbled and fell into the mud, curling her body up as she let out whimpers of pain. Every breath tugged at the excruciating pain in her heart, yet she simply could not die, left only to struggle in this endless torment.
Ye Chuan delivered a casual kick, sending Xiao Tian flying backward along with the sword in her chest, ultimately pinning her to the wall of a distant clock tower!
Ye Chuan did not spare her another glance, turning around to walk toward the royal palace deep within the royal city.
The black rain continued to beat down densely, striking his body but failing to penetrate his protective aura, only sliding down the hem of his clothes.
The ruined walls and rubble along the way still looked ferocious in the curtain of rain. Occasionally, a few strange monsters that slipped through the net would rush out, only to be slain by a casual swing of his sword before they even had a chance to get close.
Tian Xiaotian becoming the source of the filth, Xiao Tian's betrayal—all of this seemed inextricably linked to the king sitting high upon the throne.
After all, it was the king who had guided Tian Xiaotian and her group to that filth-infected village in the first place.
The rain fell harder, the deathly stillness of the royal city grew heavier, and the stench of blood and rot in the air became increasingly thick.
Ye Chuan passed through a collapsed palace ruin, and a relatively intact building gradually emerged ahead—
That was the royal palace of the city.
The palace gates had long been broken. Two rotting corpses of guards stood at the entrance, their armor covered in rust.
Gripping his greatsword tightly, Ye Chuan slowly walked into the palace.
The interior of the palace was equally dilapidated. The floor was accumulated with black mud and debris, and the murals on the walls had long blurred, leaving only mottled traces.
A heavy stench of rot permeated the corridor, clearly indicating that many bizarre monsters were hiding inside.
At the end of the corridor was a massive main hall, its doors left ajar.
Ye Chuan slowly pushed open the hall doors, only to see a figure sitting high upon the throne—more accurately, it was a long-rotted corpse.
It was wearing a crown, with a dagger thrust into its chest.
The king is already dead?
Whether it was suicide or murder by someone else, none of it mattered anymore.
Meddling with power one cannot control will ultimately lead to being killed by that very power.
And as Ye Chuan finished analyzing all this, he could feel the suppression this bizarre instance dungeon had on him weakening.
My power can be used now. Ye Chuan reached out his hand, and spiritual energy surged from his palm.
He released his divine sense, and then the Myriad Soul Banner appeared in his hand.
It is time to end this.
Let the holy artifact in my hands purify your filthy kingdom.
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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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."
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
