Chen Yi hadn’t actually tampered with the detection system.
To be more precise, he hadn’t done anything to the main branch of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk embedded in the system.
After all, this was akin to an autonomous will operating independently—its feedback could directly reach the main body of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk. If altered, it would trigger abnormal or even lost feedback, immediately exposing his actions.
This clearly didn’t align with Chen Yi’s goals.
So, he merely inserted some trivial additions into the detection system, crafting a virtual shell that would only display what he wanted it to see. Anything off-limits remained hidden.
Thus, with the direct line to the higher authority blocked and the backend information processing center under his control, the second and third-in-command had effectively sidelined the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk’s main body—the top authority.
While the chat group’s operations still relied on its support, the main body remained entirely oblivious to what actually transpired within the group!
Take this moment, for instance. To preserve Chen Lingxiu’s spacetime law essence, Chen Yi led a group back to wreak havoc in the Illusory Dream Secret Realm—all under the watchful yet indifferent gaze of the detection system, the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk’s informant.
What anomaly?
This was just routine.
The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk bore the weight of the entire chat group’s operations, processing endless streams of data and commands every second. How could it possibly scrutinize every single event personally?
So, it simply took the detection system’s reports at face value.
"Wait, there’s still one loophole!"
Amidst the Illusory Dream Secret Realm, Chen Yi’s eyes sharpened after toying with the detection system.
As the chat group’s second-in-command, the detection system naturally held higher authority than the backend information processing center (the third-in-command).
Its permissions included: recruiting novice cross-world travelers, monitoring the chat group and its members, and banning accounts violating group rules.
Yet, it had no jurisdiction over the top ten on the Supreme Leaderboard—those were directly governed by the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk’s main body. They enjoyed special privileges, bypassing the detection system to report directly to the highest authority. The system could only monitor them, not take action.
In other words, these old-timers were exempt from the chat group’s conventions, free to break rules at will—sanctioned by the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk itself.
Chen Yi, however, lacked this immunity. If he acted recklessly in front of them, they’d surely report him.
"This complicates things. The top ten on the Supreme Leaderboard... must be under control. Otherwise, they’d never be trusted this much."
Chen Yi’s expression turned grave.
There was no such thing as a free lunch. Every gift from fate came with a hidden price tag.
Yet, people often had no choice. In their lowest moments, desperate to climb higher, they accepted these costly gifts.
By the time they reached the pinnacle, basking in glory, they were already bound by countless shackles—inescapable.
The top ten were no exception. Once they stepped onto this path, there was no turning back.
But Chen Yi was different. In his darkest hour, he looked up at the moon, captivated by its splendor. Driven by ambition, he climbed step by step, relying on sheer perseverance and effort.
Having weathered storms and overcome every obstacle, he feared no challenge and bowed to no one.
So what if the chat group had anchored itself in his consciousness? What did it matter if celestial immortals loomed over him?
No one but himself could ever chain him down.
"Let’s see what these old fossils are up to..."
With a thought, Chen Yi activated the detection system’s surveillance privilege, conducting a routine sweep of Group One.
Group One lay eerily quiet, its last chat log frozen in an autumn decade prior—mundane arrangements, nothing of value.
Scrolling further back revealed only blankness. The group leader had exercised autonomy to erase all youthful indiscretions.
[Multiverse Cross-World Travelers Mutual Aid Group – Group One]
[Member Power Rankings]
[No. 1: Pickled Fish (Group Leader; cultivation: Profound Immortal Peak; combat power: 98 billion)]
[No. 2: The Kid Who Never Gains Weight (Admin; cultivation: Profound Immortal Late Stage; combat power: 95 billion)]
[No. 3: Treading Heaven Ancestor (Admin; cultivation: Profound Immortal Mid Stage; combat power: Unknown, status undetermined)]
[No. 4: Qianling’s Spark (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Peak; combat power: 49.5 billion)]
[No. 5: Hatsune Miku (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Peak; combat power: 49 billion)]
[No. 6: Murong Dugu (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Peak; combat power: 48.5 billion)]
[No. 7: Primordial Heaven’s Brush (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Peak; combat power: 47 billion)]
[No. 8: Fallen Lord of Luo River (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Late Stage; combat power: 45 billion)]
[No. 9: The Ultimate Critic (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Mid Stage; combat power: 40 billion)]
[No. 10: Eight Kidneys of Steel (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Mid Stage; combat power: 39.8 billion)]
[No. 11: Lady Han of Gaodao (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Early Stage; combat power: 20.5 billion)]
[No. 12... [Details]]
[...]
[No. 30: Tribulation Transcendent (Member; cultivation: True Immortal Mid Stage; combat power: 4.2 billion)]
The power rankings were compiled by the detection system, and Group One was no exception. But unlike other groups, Group One was only monitored, not managed by the system—it enjoyed autonomy.
Thus, Group One lacked auxiliary leaderboards like the Combat Power Growth Ranking or daily check-in multiplier rewards. Instead, it had self-governance: 1 billion points auto-distributed daily and a 90% discount on all chat group items.
With privilege came responsibility—they were supposed to share resources and insights in the Multiverse Store, setting an example for other groups.
But Group One’s old-timers couldn’t care less. Unsupervised, they did as they pleased, delegating the bare minimum to their lowest-ranked members.
Among them was the "Tribulation Transcendent," a familiar face to both Mu Chen and Ye Wuchen—a reputable merchant in the Multiverse Store.
Another note: Group One wasn’t at full capacity.
It had only 30 members.
Yet these 30 dominated the top 30 spots on the individual Supreme Leaderboard.
Truly, the veteran players had their merits.
Ye Wuchen, the prodigious leader of Group Two, was formidable—but still fell short of Group One’s weakest, the "Tribulation Transcendent," by a few billion combat power.
Given time, if he surpassed the Tribulation Transcendent, would he become Group One’s 31st member?
This was a speculation destined to have no conclusion, for Ye Wuchen already belonged to Chen Yi. Even if he surpassed the 'Transcendent Celestial,' he would never be allowed into the inner circle—at most, he could only become the God of Wealth on the Purple Star Continent!
"This won’t do. This loophole must be sealed, or I won’t rest easy!"
"The top ten of the Supreme Ranking operate directly under the highest authority, and their origins can’t be traced, is that it? I refuse to believe none of you ever met in person during your younger days!"
"Number Eleven, let’s see where you’re hiding."
Chen Yi’s gaze turned profound.
Routine system scan initiated.
Open up—delivering warmth!
Yet, just as he quietly accessed the personal files of the eleventh-ranked individual...
Suddenly!
A voice broke the decade-long silence in the inner circle.
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...
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?"
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?
