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.
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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?"
