What does it mean to nurture a tiger only to invite calamity?
The weak Divine Land's Heavenly Dao and the greedy Abyssal Starfiends serve as a vivid example.
Long, long ago, a starving Abyssal Starfiend Matriarch drifted into this universe. Drawn by the dense spiritual essence, it pinpointed the prosperous Divine Land as its target.
Back then, however, the Matriarch was merely a minor entity, barely at the "Otherworldly" level of strength—any True Immortal could easily crush it. Trash-tier, in other words!
And the Divine Land?
Though its Immortal Gates were still open and it lacked many top-tier powerhouses to anchor its fortune, it had forcibly retained two First-Rank Heavenly Gods, maintaining its laws at the True Immortal level!
In short, the Divine Land's Heavenly Dao back then already possessed the power to rival Celestial Immortals and suppress True Immortals!
But...
It was too cowardly!
It could have annihilated that Sub-World level Starfiend Matriarch, yet it chose indulgence—even recalling its two First-Rank Heavenly Gods and their armies just as they were about to slay the creature!
The reason? Absurd. It feared that destroying this weak Matriarch would attract something far worse.
To avoid greater calamity, it chose to nurture the feeble Starfiend, hoping to tame it...
But Starfiends cannot be tamed!
They have no concept of morality or emotion!
Later, the well-fed Matriarch rapidly grew to Semi-World level strength, flipping the script in an instant. No longer under the Divine Land's control, it bared its fangs and began draining the world's essence like a parasite.
Disillusioned, the two First-Rank Heavenly Gods eventually chose to ascend the Immortal Path, seeking broader horizons...
From active nurturing to passive plundering—Divine Land's downfall hinged on a single spineless decision by its Heavenly Dao.
Chen Yi couldn’t comprehend such weakness, let alone respect it.
Afraid of "killing the small only to provoke the big"?
Pathetic. Just an excuse to avoid reality!
Even the gentle Purple Tenuity Heavenly Dao, though outmatched by the demonic Starfiends, fought tooth and nail—willing to expend its spiritual essence in battle but never as tribute!
But the Divine Land's Heavenly Dao? Surrendering after victory!
Trying to domesticate a Starfiend Matriarch?
Moron!
These abominations cultivate power without virtue, recognizing only brute force, never righteousness!
"BOOM!!!"
In the depths of the outer void, Chen Yi swung his obsidian halberd, shattering the crimson barrier sealing the cosmic abyss.
Tens of thousands of demonic Starfiends, sensing their gate under attack, surged out in fury.
After years of gorging on the Divine Land’s offerings, these fiends had grown obscenely robust—adults devouring Pseudo-Immortals, juveniles snacking on Tribulation-crossers like candy!
"ROARRR!!!"
"Who dares attack our gate?!"
"Woken from sweet dreams—I’m livid!!"
"Not tribute day yet, but I’ll snack on Divine Land anyway!"
"Huh? A human! He smells... delicious!"
"Mine! Don’t grab!"
The swarm charged like a raging stellar river toward the Divine Land.
As a major demonic nest, their numbers stretched beyond—countless more fiends packed the cosmic abyss, waiting to spill forth once the vanguard cleared the way.
An endless, churning tide!
As for the halberd-wielding man blocking their path to the Divine Land...
A mere snack. One bite.
Chen Yi waited calmly until the horde closed in, their ranks stretched thin—until the abyss disgorged its full horde. Only then did he raise his halberd.
"Extreme Dao: Demon-Sunder."
A murmur, soft as declaring a royal flush in cards—yet it froze hell itself.
The lead Starfiends sensed doom.
Too late. Those behind shoved them forward. No escape!!!
The halberd carved a graceful arc. Crimson energy erupted in a crescent slash, reaping through miles of demonic flesh like scything wheat.
The same Extreme Dao: Demon-Sunder technique—once performed by Chen Yi’s One-Star Violet Heaven Immortal avatar—had slain 30,000 Starfiends, leaving nine adult survivors.
Now, his Three-Star Chaos avatar wielded it against a legion tenfold in size and might. One strike. One hundred thousand demons. Zero survivors.
Silence.
The void beyond the abyss lay pristine, cleansed by fading ripples.
Meanwhile, deep within the cosmic abyss...
The Semi-World level Starfiend Matriarch—its split selves all severed—snapped awake.
A grotesque humanoid horror: its torso warped, chest cavity a bottomless black pit, ribs like shattered branches splayed outward, veiled in quivering translucent flesh.
Its bulbous head, one-third of its mass, oozed fetid slime from countless pores. A single eyeball bulged with ten thousand pupils. Its maw split to the ears, jagged teeth glinting.
"Dare slaughter my brood?!"
With a guttural screech, it lunged toward the exit—only to eat a halberd strike mid-charge.
THUD!
Chen Yi held back—just enough to daze, not destroy.
SCHLICK.
The obsidian halberd pinned the Matriarch’s chest-pit, immobilizing it.
"Oi. Answer well, die quick. Answer poorly... suffer."
The Matriarch blinked, then trembled. "Who—why attack?! What did I do?!"
Ignoring its panic, Chen Yi mused, "Starfiend Matriarchs plague every world like leeches. Tell me—have you no home? Where were you born?"
As he spoke, the halberd’s tip teased the pit’s depths, stopping a hair from its fragile true spirit. Maximum pressure.
Though disoriented, the Matriarch’s murky gaze sharpened under mortal terror.
"Spare me! I—I don’t know my origin! But I have a home!
"Earliest memory is leaving it, already adrift in the void... hunting worlds by instinct. Born this way! Anything before... wiped clean! I swear!"
"Don't kill me, I beg you—spare me! I'll do anything you ask..."
Even ants cling to life, let alone a heartless, amoral Abyssal Matriarch desperate to survive.
This bastard charged in without warning, attacking without a care for whether she could endure it!
Just what had she done to provoke him?
If he’d just tell her, she’d change—wasn’t that enough?

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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."

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?"

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.”