The members of Group 98 didn’t believe a word their group admin said.
After all, how could a newly established newbie group like Group 108 have a Great Ascension Realm powerhouse? Unless they’d crossed over to the Immortal Realm right from the start and had an insanely high starting point!
This damn admin couldn’t even be bothered to come up with a decent lie—what nonsense about the newbie group’s admin sharing the same realm as him?
Could he at least pretend to put in some effort?
He just wanted to sell them out, the heartless bastard!
[I Hate Cilantro: Admin, I’m curious—what did the Group 108 admin offer you to make you sell me out?]
[Building in Another World: How rich could a newbie group admin even be? Face it, he just doesn’t care anymore. He’s cutting us loose for the sake of the group’s “stable development.”]
[Villain Seeking Redemption: And here I was, rushing to pick a fight with the protagonist the second I heard you were in danger. Turns out I was wrong to trust you!]
[I Want a Harem!: Hah! In my past life, I drank myself to death trying to avoid layoffs, and now even after transmigrating, I still can’t escape it. What a joke. Mu Chen, we’ve known each other for thirty years—fought side by side, even got foot washes together. I thought we were brothers. But you? I misjudged you!]
Mu Chen felt deeply hurt.
He was literally sending them to Group 108—a higher-level group with better benefits, a Great Ascension Realm powerhouse as their admin (a literal unshakable pillar of stability), and top-tier security.
How could none of them believe him?!
After thirty years of friendship, did they really think he’d betray them?!
Just wait until they got in and started singing praises—he’d
Furious, Mu Chen gave up on explaining. He activated a group-wide mute and packed up the ten troublemakers he’d selected.
“Brother Yi, I’m ready. Let’s head to the public zone and start the trade!” Mu Chen said with a hint of solemnity.
Chen Yi nodded slightly. His true self would handle the operation simultaneously.
Though Little Mu seemed a bit upset, it didn’t matter. After the trade, he’d just gift him a few trinkets imbued with his Dao Intent.
The kid had suffered quite a bit in this secret realm, even treasuring a worn-out meditation mat Chen Yi had sat on centuries ago—did he really think Chen Yi didn’t notice?
Honestly, the little guy was so stubborn. If he wanted something, why not just ask? Any random rock from the Illusory Star Cave would carry stronger Dao Intent than that mat!
[‘Back to the Multiverse (Group 98 Admin)’ initiated a member trade with ‘Screw This Tribulation (Group 108 Admin).’]
[Ding! This trade violates the Public Zone Peace Accord. To protect the rights of all group levels, please resubmit.]
[Violation: High-level groups cannot trade more than three members to lower-level groups. High-level admins are prohibited from coercing or enticing lower-level admins!]
“Huh?!” Mu Chen stiffened, a flash of delight in his eyes. He feigned distress. “Brother Yi, what should we… do now?”
Losing ten members would’ve been painful, but three? Perfect. Those were the only three whose homeworlds were particularly troublesome anyway. This chat system really understood him!
Chen Yi: “……”
Now it was his turn to be unhappy.
Had he coerced or enticed Mu Chen?
Since when was helping out a brother considered coercion?!
“Little Mu, did I force you? Or was a million points per member too low?”
“Not at all!” Mu Chen immediately declared righteously. “This little brother volunteered out of respect for his elder! But alas, the Public Zone’s rules leave me no choice. My heart aches…”
Chen Yi almost snorted. If you’re going to lie, at least try to hide that smirk. He’d planned to reward him, but now…
“Fine, three it is. I’ll take ‘Villain Seeking Redemption,’ ‘I Hate Cilantro,’ and ‘Fallen Genius’—the ones with the highest world tiers.”
“You got it, bro! No problem, bro!” Mu Chen agreed without hesitation.
These were the three most troublesome members anyway—high-tier worlds and endless chaos. Selling them off was a win.
He swiftly packaged the three and uploaded them to the Public Zone.
[‘Back to the Multiverse (Group 98 Admin)’ reinitiated the member trade with ‘Screw This Tribulation (Group 108 Admin).’]
[Approved!]
[Please pay 3 million points to complete the trade.]
[Payment successful!]
“Alright, Mu Chen, we’re done here. If you run into trouble, you know where to find me.”
With the trade complete, Chen Yi didn’t even bother pretending. He turned and left without another word.
Mu Chen stood there, sighing.
“If you run into trouble”?
More like “don’t bother me unless it’s an emergency.”
When he needed something, it was “Little Mu.” Now? Just a cold “Mu Chen.”
Wow, the hypocrisy was unreal.
Though resentful of Chen Yi’s sudden distance, Mu Chen knew his brother kept his promises. That parting line meant he still had one favor to call in.
Was trading three members for that favor worth it?
Absolutely.
Mu Chen’s eyes gleamed as a bold plan began forming in his mind.
Meanwhile, the three newly sold members blinked in shock.
Holy —
Group level 32, an admin with 900 million combat power, and two top-tier cultivation techniques worth 1.3 billion points freely shared in the group files…
This was a newbie group?!
Where the hell had they landed?!
The trio—both veterans and newcomers—were stunned speechless.
Logically, Group 108 only had five members, and its earliest messages dated back just ten days. By all accounts, it should be a newbie group.
But three days ago, everything changed when the current admin joined.
In just three days, he’d led a bunch of rookies on a rampage, skyrocketing the group to level 32—four levels higher than Group 98, which had been around for over thirty years!
This guy was a literal cheat code!
Realizing they’d just latched onto an almighty thigh, the three were ecstatic.
The old admin was dead—long live the new admin! Group 98? Never heard of her.
[Transmigrators’ Mutual Aid Group – Multiverse Branch 108]
[Admin invited ‘Villain Seeking Redemption’ to join the group.]
[Admin invited ‘I Hate Cilantro’ to join the group.]
[Admin invited ‘Fallen Genius’ to join the group.]
Three consecutive notifications shattered the group’s silence.
As the only unmuted member, Fang Zheng—currently chasing down a Supreme with his World-Suppressing Seal—paused mid-beat to log in and greet them.
[I Refuse to Be Sacrificed: Welcome, new—wait, you’re not new? You guys have been registered longer than me. What’s the deal?]
[Villain Seeking Redemption: Ah, seniority doesn’t matter here. In this group, we’re the newbies. We should be calling you ‘senior’!]
[Villain Seeking Redemption: The admin is the GOAT!]
["Villain's Self-Redemption" claimed the password red packet and received 60,000 points.]
["Villain's Self-Redemption": Sorry, I’ve been broke for so long that I just instinctively grabbed it when I saw the red packet... (humble.jpg)]
["I Hate Cilantro": We were all transferred here from Group 98, so please take care of us, seniors! (cute.jpg)]
["I Hate Cilantro": The group owner is the hottest!]
["I Hate Cilantro" snatched 40,000 points.]
["Fallen Genius": I’m not good with words, so I’ll let my actions speak for me. (salute.jpg)]
["Fallen Genius": The group owner is the hottest!]
["Fallen Genius" snatched 100,000 points.]
[Only one of the group owner’s 320,000-point password red packets remains unclaimed. Hurry, or it will be refunded when time runs out.]
"Ahhh!!!"
"I was just two and a half minutes away from being unmuted! My points!!!"
"150, 149, 148... Why is the countdown so slow?"
"Those last 30,000 points are mine—no one else’s!!!"
The muted members were practically tearing their hair out, watching the timer with bloodshot eyes, drowning in regret.
Among them, Liu Ruyan, the instigator, grew angrier the more she thought about it. What had she even done wrong?
So she’d posted a few glamour shots and tried to flirt with the group owner—was that a crime?
Fine, he wasn’t interested, but did he have to mute her too?
And of all times, she was muted last, meaning she had no chance at the final red packet.
During her mute period, she’d been browsing the Multiverse Store, drooling over countless items but stuck with only the measly 3,200-point daily check-in reward.
She’d been counting on grabbing the red packet points once unmuted to splurge, but then the damn group owner had to go and invite new members!
"Hmph, who knows if the stingy group owner will even drop another red packet tomorrow? With just the daily check-in, it’d take at least ten days to afford what I want—I’m not waiting that long! Those 30,000 points are mine today, and not even Jesus can stop me!"
Once the thought of mischief took root, the world seemed full of possibilities.
Liu Ruyan’s big, watery, doll-like eyes flashed with ruthlessness as she stood up, took graceful steps, and charged straight at the imperial guards assigned to watch her.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
