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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
