Zhao Huazhen was an incredibly unlucky transmigrator.
By sheer dumb luck, he crossed over into the Profound Heaven Continent, only to end up as a tiny koi fish in the Celestial River.
This little koi had an underdeveloped fish brain, capable of retaining memories for just one second!
As a result, Zhao Huazhen’s memory kept looping back to the moment of his transmigration.
"Oh no, it's dumb luck again!"
Thud!
He went flying—ouch~
"Oh no, it's dumb luck again!"
Thud!
He went flying—ouch~
"Oh no, it's dumb luck again!"
Wait, why did I say "again"?
Thud~
Flying once more—ouch~
A dim-witted fish like this was born to be snack food for bigger fish!
Fortunately, before Zhao Huazhen could get eaten, he was detected by the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk and dragged into the "Transmigrators of the Myriad Realms—Experimental Group No. 1."
Unfortunately, since the chat group was still in its infancy, its systems were far from perfect. The members were all newbies, utterly incapable of offering any help. In fact, most transmigrators kicked the bucket shortly after joining. Out of a hundred entrants, barely ten survived!
And Zhao Huazhen, if nothing unexpected happened, would soon become a grayed-out avatar, erased like expired data, leaving no trace of his existence.
But if nothing unexpected happened... well, the unexpected arrived right on schedule!
Because he was a dim-witted fish with a brain too small to fully accommodate his soul, Zhao Huazhen never fully activated the chat group’s anchor point in his consciousness.
Coincidentally, the lingering remnant of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk’s artifact spirit also needed a vessel!
And so, without Ling Xiao’s knowledge, the artifact spirit was reborn within Zhao Huazhen’s soul!
The two fused inseparably—he was both Zhao Huazhen and the artifact spirit of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk. Or, to put it another way, he was now the member known as "A Pickled Fish" in the Transmigrators of the Myriad Realms—Experimental Group No. 1!
The dim-witted fish was dim-witted no more. The koi transformed into golden scales, devouring the great to grow greater, slaughtering its way through the entire Celestial River!
"A golden carp is no ordinary pond dweller—meet the storm, and it becomes a dragon!"
Out of the eight hundred transmigrators initially recruited into Experimental Group No. 1, only thirty elite survivors remained. And "A Pickled Fish" stood at the very top of them all!
After a thousand years of trials, the "Transmigrators of the Myriad Realms Mutual Aid Group—Main Chat" was officially established, serving as the template for future expansions. Groups Two and Three followed, eventually growing into the current 120 branches.
And the Main Chat stood above all others, wielding absolute authority!
Its admin, "A Pickled Fish," was not just a beta tester or a high-ranking official—he was, in truth, the hidden master of the entire chat group system!
Yet despite his towering status, this very admin now found himself scolded while cupped in the palm of Group 108’s leader, Chen Yi. Tears of grievance welled up in his eyes as he stared stubbornly, wordlessly, right at Chen Yi.
This display actually managed to make Chen Yi feel a twinge of guilt.
Whether as Zhao Huazhen or as the artifact spirit, there was an almost childlike innocence to him—a purity untouched by the ages.
Of course, that was the high-EQ way of putting it.
To be blunt—he was just dumb!
Did he really think putting on a scheming act would fool anyone into not realizing he was a genuine idiot?!
Still, bullying such a fool did make Chen Yi’s conscience itch a little.
So he tossed his useless conscience aside, pinched the foolish little golden dragon’s cheeks, and said amiably:
"Stop giving me those puppy-dog eyes—it won’t work. You’re in no position to negotiate. But if you behave, I might consider returning your true form to you."
The little golden dragon closed its eyes and lifted its head at a 45-degree angle. "I won’t believe you again. Sincerity meets betrayal—I offered my heart to the moon, yet the moon shines on the gutter..."
BONK!
Chen Yi flicked its forehead without mercy. "You just had to prove you’re stupid, didn’t you? Whether you believe me or not doesn’t matter—what matters is you can’t resist!"
"Listen well. In the world of the strong, there’s no right or wrong—only value."
"You blindly block the path without even realizing it, projecting your own naivety onto others. If you don’t die, who will?!"
"Ow~~" The little dragon clutched the swelling bump on its head, glaring indignantly. "Are you lecturing me?!"
Chen Yi’s eye twitched. "Seems I’ll have to teach you how to be human first."
With that, he muted the dragon, stretched its body straight, twisted it into a pretzel, then grabbed its tail and spun it like a windmill—whoosh whoosh whoosh—draining all the waterlogged nonsense from its brain!
By the time Chen Yi stopped, the dragon’s mind was utterly empty, its gaze now crystal clear.
"Ready to listen like a proper being now?" Chen Yi asked coolly.
The little dragon nodded frantically, its swirling golden pupils filled with terror.
Death wasn’t scary—what truly terrified was teetering on its brink!
It had thought life wasn’t worth living anymore, but after that dizzying ordeal, staying alive suddenly seemed like a fantastic idea.
"Should’ve been this obedient from the start. Just had to be difficult." Chen Yi sighed, unmuting it. "Now, do you understand where you went wrong?"
The dragon shook its head, then nodded, then cautiously ventured: "I think my mistake was... uh... where do you think I went wrong?"
What am I supposed to do with this kid... Chen Yi sighed again. "Never mind. That’s not important. I know you’re only yielding to violence right now, still defiant at heart. But no matter—this next lesson, pay close attention."
"Mm, I’ll listen carefully. Please go on!" The dragon played along outwardly while internally dismissing every word.
Chen Yi ignored this, continuing calmly: "Do you know what will happen once Ling Xiao’s will imprints on the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk are completely erased?"
The dragon dutifully shook its head.
"Picture this: you’re being chased by assassins when suddenly your home alarm goes off—a thief is trying to crack your safe and steal your life’s savings. Now, with your pea-sized brain, what would you do?"
The scenario wasn’t hard for the dragon to grasp. Ling Xiao was being pursued by Wuji, the safe was the Creation Disk, and the "savings" were the Epoch Treasury!
But the moment it imagined Ling Xiao’s perspective, a thunderbolt of realization struck—its mental fog cleared instantly!
Of course!
Why didn’t I think of this?!
If the Epoch Treasury were breached, Ling Xiao would despair. And if he suffered, he’d make sure the thief suffered too. And since Wuji coveted that treasury...
He’d sic Wuji on us!
One renegade Immortal Emperor was bad enough. Add an active-duty one to the mix? Total disaster!
"Get it now? See why I refused to cooperate with you?" Chen Yi smirked.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
