As the trio of progress-makers and two lucky individuals spoke up, a brief silence fell over Group 108.
Fang Zheng and Gu Yuan were understandable—they were naturally gifted, and no amount of effort could match their prowess. Zhou Zheng, who stumbled upon luck, and the newbie Lin Yuyu were also exceptions. One got a "Flying Star," the other "Divine Land"—their transmigration worlds were simply blessed, enough to pique the boss's interest. There was nothing to be done about that.
But Xiao Chunan’s rise from the ashes was something anyone could replicate!
Facing cold stares and mockery, enduring defeat after defeat, growing through adversity—only persistence and hard work were needed!
Every member of the group could have done it!
Yet, everyone clung to their pride. Sure, they’d latch onto the strong, but none were willing to humiliate themselves like Xiao Chunan, who racked his brains only to make a fool of himself in public. A single attempt was enough to make most retreat in shame!
Ah, the gap between transmigrators was real. Now, they could only grit their teeth in envy of Xiao Chunan’s current status, their eyes burning with regret for their past cowardice!
One step behind meant forever behind. Thirteen wasted years later, the once-lowly Xiao Chunan had become an untouchable figure—now addressed as "Senior"!
[Building in Another World (Wang Jian): Sigh, we used to be so close. Why does it feel like there’s a tragic, insurmountable wall between us now?]
[Self-Redemption of a Villain (Zhao Gao): @I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice, Brother Fang, remember the days we fought side by side? I’ve never begged much in my life, but this time… pull me up. I just want to improve so badly!]
[I Hate Cilantro (Li Yuanyuan): @The Fallen Genius, Brother Chunan, please take me under your wing~]
[The Eternal Cold Palace Resident (Liu Ruyan): Please, give me something real to do. I’m so tired of being this useless figurehead empress… (exhausted eyes.jpg)]
[I Want a Harem! (Shen Lang): Where’s Mu Chen? This guy had the easiest advantage—Brother Yuan rose, Brother Fang rose, even Chunan rose. But his rank… hasn’t changed much? @Back to the Masses, speak up! What’s going on? Did you disappear after too much fun?]
[Back to the Masses (Mu Chen): Shen Lang, shut your damn mouth! I’ve never been into that, I have zero interest, stop slandering me!]
[I Want a Harem! (Shen Lang): Buddy, drop the act. Just admit it and pull me up, or I might start reminiscing about our old adventures. Those were the days—so carefree! I still revisit those memory orbs sometimes. Thirteen years later, I miss you so much!]
[Back to the Masses (Mu Chen): Are you threatening me?]
[I Want a Harem! (Shen Lang): You’re acting suspicious… what are you hiding?!]
[Little Land God Lin Yuyu (Lin Yuyu): I know! Brother Mu Chen is scared of Sister Wanying!]
[I Want a Harem! (Shen Lang): Oh? Sister Wanying?]
[Back to the Masses (Mu Chen): …I’m just a wandering hermit now. I can’t help you. Ask someone else.]
[I Want a Harem! (Shen Lang): So you got demoted? Hold on, I’ll pack up and come over. We’ll talk all night, just like old times!]
[Back to the Masses (Mu Chen): Get lost!]
[I Want a Harem! (Shen Lang): The bond’s faded… just like that…]
[...]
"Wait, seriously? Is Group 108 always this relaxed?"
"Why is no one paying attention to me? Not even the Immortal Realm can excite you guys?"
Han Qianxue’s lips twitched as she was once again sidelined.
This wasn’t the first time!
The rookies in Group 108 had zero reverence for strength—only the authoritative group leader, Chen Yi, could get them hyped!
Fine, fair enough!
Authoritative Chen Yi was pretty exciting!
Han Qianxue’s calm demeanor shattered as she watched the transfer progress hit 100%, her chat account now holding 100 unclaimed Chaos Prism Pearls.
Nine pearls had been enough to overpower Old Xu at the peak of the Mystic Immortal realm. A hundred? She couldn’t even imagine the sheer power!
"Boss, what’s the next move?"
Han Qianxue bowed inwardly, her respect absolute.
"You’re closest to Shen Lingxi. Approaching her instinctively won’t raise suspicion, but take it slow. I’ll send two more treasures later. Once everything’s ready, we’ll turn her first."
"Understood!"
Han Qianxue nodded, then began maneuvering with mechanical precision, swaying left and right as she inched toward Shen Lingxi.
Meanwhile, in the Illusory Star Cave Realm…
Chen Yi’s true form gazed into the void, refining the Time-Altering Disk and the Chaos Creation Brush to purge any traces of Ling Xiao’s influence—ensuring the scheming bastard couldn’t exploit any backdoors!
At the same time, he ran countless simulations of the plan in his mind, eliminating every variable to guarantee an escape from Wuji even if the operation failed.
"Sigh, sacrificing those nine Chaos Prism Pearls is the only way to ensure absolute victory. Fine, nine it is. Strike first!"
With a wave of his hand, Chen Yi sent the purified, Dao Ancestor-grade artifacts into the fragments of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
] [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!"
