"I can be knocked down, but I will never be defeated!"
"Fighting nine versions of myself? I’ve done it before—hell, I’ve even fought ten!"
"So what if they’re a bit stronger, faster, and more numerous? Fight me one-on-one if you dare!"
"Chaotic Turtle-Style Fists, the Divine Insight Finger’s Millennium Strike..."
"Flower-Shifting Ghost Possession, Three Thousand Thunder Steps in Reverse Chaos..."
"Self-Transcendence Lotus Slam, Indestructible Flesh Cannon Impact... ugh—!"
Inside the mirror realm, Little Fang was once again sent flying by an elbow strike from his mirror clone. He lay sprawled on the ground, struggling to get up, yet still defiantly raised a middle finger and weakly shouted:
"Great Barren... Finger!"
Before he could finish, Little Fang blacked out again.
As usual, the mirror space released dense primordial spiritual energy, rapidly healing his injuries, replenishing his depleted mana, and restoring his condition—just so it could keep beating him up!
Admittedly, after three days and nights of relentless battle, Little Fang had gone from shattering at the first hit to now lasting ten rounds!
While taking on nine enhanced mirror clones was still too much, he was absolutely confident he could defeat three!
If this kept up, he’d eventually overcome these overpowered versions of himself.
But time was running out.
Thanks to his exceptional luck as the first challenger, his outstanding performance had caught the attention of the treasure’s artifact spirit. Without fully clearing the fourth trial of the Ten Thousand Treasures Labyrinth, he was directly teleported to the fifth trial—the "Abyss of the Scales."
This meant he never even saw the termination stele of the fourth trial, let alone left an encrypted message on it.
This oversight led Chen Yi to a grave misjudgment: believing Little Fang had been devoured by the labyrinth, leaving no trace behind. Enraged, Chen Yi unleashed his fury!
To Chen Yi, a Chaos Supreme Treasure was desirable, but such treasures were fickle—dependent on fate and the artifact spirit’s whims. No matter how well one performed, if the spirit disliked them, it was all for nothing!
The little golden dragon was a prime example. Among countless outstanding candidates, it had taken a liking to Ling Xiao and willingly submitted. But if it disliked someone, even a Celestial Emperor couldn’t lay a finger on it!
Little Fang was different. Compared to an uncontrollable Chaos Supreme Treasure, his abilities were undeniable. He was even a designated candidate for the Literary God of Wealth under the Purple Star Celestial Court’s Treasury Division!
Getting the treasure would be nice, but losing it was no real loss—after all, he’d never had it. But losing Little Fang? That was irreversible.
An unacceptable loss for the Purple Star Celestial Court!
So Chen Yi stopped pretending. He laid his cards on the table: he would make the entire treasure realm pay for Little Fang’s demise!
Now it was the artifact spirit’s turn to panic.
It had no idea about the bond between Chen Yi and Little Fang, nor that its decision to pull Little Fang ahead would trigger such dire consequences!
Originally, Chen Yi had been on its radar—exploiting loopholes in the rules was a skill in itself. But the man was just too wicked, bullying other challengers and disrupting their trials. That part, the spirit didn’t like.
So it planned to refine him in the fifth trial’s Abyss of the Scales. If that failed, it’d eject him empty-handed!
But who could’ve guessed this villain was so terrifyingly strong?!
On the surface, he seemed like a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, half-step from the Dao Ancestor realm. So how could he possess such monstrous power?!
"Big Brother, a bad guy’s breaking in!"
"Can I trust you?"
"Can I really trust you?"
"I..."
The little girl with twin braids bit her lip, her gaze conflicted as she watched Fang Fan’s increasingly bizarre and erratic movements in the mirror realm. She was torn.
She wanted to choose Fang Fan, but the human heart was inscrutable. The deepest recesses of his mind remained shrouded in mist—she couldn’t see through him at all.
Yet if she didn’t choose him, she couldn’t escape her bonded space. And that villain below would soon force his way in... and he’d surely torment her.
What should she do?
"Sigh... If only I could break free from my bonded space like the Karma Wheel elder. But I lack the power to defy the rules..."
"Perhaps this is my fate. Big Brother, I’m coming..."
With a melancholic sigh, the braided girl’s figure slowly dissipated.
The next moment.
Fang Fan suddenly felt the mirror clones’ strength wane!
They were still slightly stronger than him, but no longer insurmountable.
"Hahaha, running out of steam?!"
"At this level, I could take you all with one hand tied!"
"Hey—ow! Cheap shot?!"
"Azure Sky Dragon’s Spine, Hip Twist Upholds Heaven and Earth!"
"Groin-Guarding Iron Mountain Charge, Reverse Hand Peach Theft, Whirlwind Bush Demolisher..."
Fang Fan’s movements grew increasingly absurd.
Yet this very absurdity made it impossible for the mirror clones—perfect replicas of his combat experience, just with boosted stats—to predict his moves. They were helpless against his relentless, divine strikes targeting their weaknesses!
Admittedly, only the original could truly exploit his own flaws. While the clones initially dominated, once Fang Fan embraced the chaos, they could only rely on brute stats to overwhelm him.
Now, with their stats secretly nerfed, their greatest advantage was gone. The ever-more-unhinged original began to look invincible!
Soon, the last clone fell. Fang Fan, who had been fighting upside down, righted himself and swept a disdainful gaze across the battlefield.
"Tch. Clones that only rely on stat boosts without real-time adaptation? Not even as good as Nightmare Spirits!"
The true horror of Nightmare Spirits was that no matter how absurd you were, they could always out-absurd you!
Low difficulty was trivial. Medium difficulty was manageable—flaws existed, and the Nightmare Spirit’s reactions weren’t instantaneous. Unexpected absurdity could still prevail.
But high difficulty? Ridiculous. With a vast combat database, no amount of weirdness could save you. You’d face a version of yourself that had fought countless challengers!
Earning a seat at the Purple Star’s monster table wasn’t for the faint of heart. Only a handful of freaks had ever cleared high difficulty.
As for hell difficulty... forget it.
"Big Brother, congratulations on passing the final trial!"
As the nine mirror clones vanished, the little girl’s ethereal voice echoed.
The mirror world shattered, and Fang Fan found himself back on the Heart’s Dao Platform.
At the platform’s center, a chaotic vortex rose, atop which floated the braided girl, smiling at him.
Whoosh—
Before Fang Fan could recover from the battle’s intensity, a wisp of chaotic energy surged into his body. It rampaged through his meridians before finally condensing into an enigmatic sigil between his brows.
A flood of information poured into his mind. After a brief mental freeze, his eyes widened in shock.
"A Chaos Supreme Treasure—the Myriad Phenomena Profound Ring?!"
As he chanted the true name of the treasure, the vast primordial spiritual energy within the secret realm came pouring in!
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!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
