【Welcome to Exorcism Dungeon No. 19—Retrospective Realm.】
【Here, time is the most useless thing. Do not trust your perception of it. Twelve sundials hover above the dome—watch the shadows cast by their needles closely, for each moves at a different pace.】
【Dungeon Guardian: Chrono-Wraith】
【Traits:
1. Fatal injuries will cause it to split into two entities. Seek a one-hit kill opportunity, or you’ll face two—or more—Chrono-Wraiths.
2. When attacking or being attacked, it automatically swaps positions with its target. Plan your strikes carefully, or your blade will find only air.
3. As long as even one Chrono-Wraith fragment remains alive, all defeated fragments will resurrect, inheriting memories of past deaths and evolving their combat tactics.
4. The Chrono-Wraith’s base stats are pitifully low, starting at just 100 combat power. But it grows stronger as the sundials turn. The early phase might be your best chance to strike—but remember, time here is the most useless thing.】
【Friendly Reminder: For your safety, purchase the Mandate of Fate passive buff.】
【Current Mandate of Fate uses remaining: 1,000,000,000】
This was yet another unique exorcism dungeon.
If the Nightmare Spirit of the Wedding Dream Realm was a stats monstrosity, then the Chrono-Wraith of the Retrospective Realm was a downright broken mechanics nightmare!
The only reason this dungeon wasn’t universally despised like Dungeon No. 7 (Wedding Dream) was the Chrono-Wraith’s laughably weak starting power—and the fact that killing it dropped precious fragments of spacetime law.
But let’s be honest—the more hated a dungeon, the more brutally effective its trials.
Too bad most players couldn’t afford it. Without enough points to buy Mandate of Fate stacks, anyone matched here would usually quit and reroll.
"Wedding Dream and Retrospective? Even dogs wouldn’t play these!"
That was the consensus among all exorcism dungeon veterans.
Including the two old-timers from Group 2 whom Ye Wuchen had strong-armed into his party.
Lin Buran wasn’t too bothered—he’d ridden the carry train once before and knew how sweet it was.
But the other two were sweating. Spending two billion points just to babysit the group leader? Ouch.
Then the leader of Group 108 barged in with an entourage, ignoring the "dungeon in use" barrier.
Their expressions shifted instantly.
"Wait… we’re doing this?"
"A billion uses?!"
"What’s the deal with this Group 108 leader? How’s he got our proud boss acting so humble?"
"Damn!"
Lin Buran grinned. "So, boys… how’s the carry train treating you?"
Ye Wuchen wouldn’t pick cowards like Meng Chao for this. These two were built different.
"Honestly? Feels amazing. But if we don’t use up all these Mandate stacks… can we get a refund?" Xiong Batian (aka "Lord of Heavenly Slaughter") licked his lips.
"Old Xiong, you’re missing the point," Wei Feng (ironically named "Contentment") cut in. "Points are worthless anyway. Since we’re here, crank the drop rates up 100x! Those spacetime law fragments are the real prize!"
Lin Buran stiffened. He thought he was bold for not fearing his first run, but these two were on another level.
"Easy, brothers. Let’s not say anything… divisive."
"Got it. Get rich quietly!"
"Let’s go!"
———
Meanwhile, Chen Yi’s crew circled a translucent, ghostly figure, scrutinizing her.
Lin Yuyu shrank under their gazes, too terrified to speak.
"Tsk. Abandoning the flesh for eternal divinity through faith… the Path of Sacred Flame, huh?" Gu Yuan muttered. "But this ‘flame’ is toxic. Once you’re hooked, you’re stuck—lose the faith, and your soul scatters."
Ye Wuchen nodded. "Gu Yuan’s right. The drawbacks are too severe. A shackled eternity isn’t worth giving up true freedom."
"Poor kid’s living a nightmare," Qin Sheng sighed. "Our Purple Star Continent has similar faith-based ascendants, but they keep their bodies. They use believers to cultivate, then harvest them to forge egocentric divine kingdoms. But her?"
"She’s enslaved to her followers. No freedom, no rest—even slacking triggers backlash. What’s the point of immortality if it tastes like ash?"
An Lan, the designated next God of Light in his Western fantasy realm, agreed. "Believers should serve gods, not the other way around. Divine miracles are gifts. You? You’re more like a… public servant."
"Not just to believers," Fang Zheng interjected, eyes darkening. "She’s a servant of the people. Anyone who offers incense becomes her responsibility. ‘Eat their offerings, solve their problems.’"
Gu Yuan’s eyes flashed with realization. He shot a wary glance at Chen Yi, who’d been silently brooding.
"Boss, this faith system could revolutionize grassroots governance and fortune accumulation. It’d massively accelerate world evolution. Are you planning to transplant it to our homeworld? I’ve got… minor suggestions."
Chen Yi smirked. "Let’s hear them."
Copying the system to Purple Star Continent was trivial—just rip the template from Lin Yuyu’s world. The hard part was purging its flaws and adapting it without side effects.
Gu Yuan hesitated. "My thoughts are crude, but you oversee the big picture. You might’ve missed minor details that, while insignificant, could use pruning—"
"Enough flattery," Chen Yi cut in. "Just speak."
As Gu Yuan complied, Fang Zheng clenched his fist, watching intently.
The clumsy mimic observes, analyzing whether the boss truly doesn’t care… or just pretends not to.
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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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?!
