As the first Golden Immortal from the immortal realm passed the employment physical examination, the remaining top-tier talents in the Chaos Thunder Pool quickly hatched and surged forth like dumplings boiling in a pot!
Unlike the carefree and grinning factions, the members of the six ancient immortal clans of the immortal realm wore expressions ashen with despair.
They knew all too well that they were prisoners. Once shackled by that suspected Dao Ancestor, they were no longer the lofty immortals they once were. The carefree immortality and eternal life of the immortal realm were now beyond their reach, and they were about to endure a life no better than that of slaves in the immortal realm’s black mines...
With such a bleak future ahead, who could possibly laugh?
"Hahaha, I’ve completely erased all traces of the immortal realm now. Can I see Lingxiu?!"
Of course, the Great Luo Ancestor of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan, Feng Jinhuang, was the exception.
Not only could she still laugh, but she was even eager to start her forced labor!
"Aunt, have you lost your mind? Chen Lingxiu is already dead—snap out of it!" Hun Lan cried out in horror.
They were already prisoners, and now his aunt had been driven to insanity. With her beauty and cultivation, wouldn’t she be bullied to death?!
That kind of thing... No, please!!!
"You brat, what the hell are you thinking?!" Feng Jinhuang scolded with a dark expression.
If he weren’t her brother’s only son, she’d have slapped him dead on the spot!
Even back in the immortal realm, he’d never behaved properly, always disguising himself as a wandering cultivator to seduce other people’s Dao companions—claiming it was for the sake of "spreading the family legacy." Such a morally bankrupt disgrace had truly shamed the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan!
"Aunt, you’re okay? You scared me half to death..." Hun Lan let out a long sigh of relief. He could endure any torment, but his ethereally beautiful aunt absolutely could not!
"Fellow Daoist Jinhuang, from what you’ve said, is that so-called Zi Wei Immortal Court truly the place where Chen Lingxiu originated?"
At that moment, the Great Luo Ancestor of the Primordial Source Clan, Zi Yuan, caught wind of something unusual and approached with a friendly smile.
"What’s it to you?" Feng Jinhuang shot him a sidelong glance, her tone hostile.
The grudge of the five clans ganging up to ostracize the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan was still fresh in her memory—she wouldn’t forget so easily!
Just wait until we reach the Zi Wei Immortal Court. Once I find Lingxiu and secure her backing, you’ll all get what’s coming to you!
"So you’ve truly defected. Aren’t you afraid of Emperor Wuji’s retribution?!" The Great Luo Ancestor of the Void Star God Clan, Cang Jue, barked, still clinging to his delusional hopes for the immortal realm.
Before Feng Jinhuang could respond, Hun Lan, sensing something, immediately snapped, "Why the hell are you yelling so loud? Don’t you dare speak to my aunt like that!"
"Brat, when your elders are talking, don’t interrupt!" Cang Jue’s gaze sharpened.
"Fellow Daoist Jinhuang, no matter how much we fight among ourselves, now that we’re outside, it’s best not to ruin the harmony," the Great Luo Ancestor of the Abyssal Nether Clan, Mo Yan, joined in, adding pressure.
Feng Jinhuang sneered. "Hahaha, threatening me? Do you really think we’re still in the immortal realm? Even if you gang up on me, so what? Can you break these shackles?"
"Prisoners should know their place. If you can’t let go of your pride, someone will help you let go!"
Her words left the three ancient clan ancestors speechless.
Just then—
Chen Yi finished his thorough inspection of the little golden dragon and turned around, calmly observing the three ancient clan ancestors still clinging to their delusions. "Making a ruckus—planning a rebellion?"
"You all must have too much energy with nowhere to spend. Come on, move out! Get to work!"
The moment he spoke—
All 1,138 Golden Immortals, 81 Taiyi Immortals, and four Great Luo Ancestors from the six ancient clans were bundled up and shipped off to the Zi Wei Immortal Court’s Fate Reincarnation Department!
To be fair, this department had originally been the most leisurely unit in the early days of the Zi Wei Immortal Court’s establishment. In fact, the entire department was carried by a single chief deity, Liu Xiaofeng, who spent his days idly watching the drama unfold.
But as the Zi Wei Immortal Court began importing large numbers of talents from outside, this department skyrocketed to become one of the busiest units!
Expand, expand, and expand again!
Unfortunately, the official quotas on the Heavenly Dao Divine Registry were limited. Not only did the Fate Reincarnation Department need them, but other units were also scrambling for more.
Thus, the Fate Reincarnation Department remained chronically understaffed!
Though there were many temporary interns hired as Fate Recorders, those who weren’t officially registered as Divine Registry Immortals lacked the authority to log fate and fortune data.
Chen Huaigeng was one such newly hired intern Fate Recorder.
This job was hard-won, and he treasured it. Even though he was only assigned the tedious task of auditing the fate and fortune data of newborns in Zi Wei, he carried it out meticulously, never daring to slack off.
But today—
He felt like the turning point of his destiny had arrived!
A spatial rift silently appeared before him, and then, like dumplings dropping into a pot, one after another, ethereal "mortals" tumbled out!
Though this situation was unprecedented in the Fate Reincarnation Department, he knew without a doubt—this had to be the work of the Calamity Sovereign!
Why? Because these transcendent "mortals" clearly weren’t natives of Zi Wei—they were outsiders!
And the only one capable of tearing open a spatial rift in the heart of the Heavenly Dao-saturated Immortal Court without triggering any alarms was none other than the Calamity Sovereign!
But why was the Calamity Sovereign sneaking around like this?
And these transcendent "mortals"... They were clearly more top-tier talents recruited by the Sovereign from outside!
But logically, someone of his lowly rank shouldn’t be handling these talents.
Shouldn’t they be processed through official channels, with registered Divine Registry Immortals handling their fate data?
So why had they silently appeared before him, unnoticed by any other intern recorders?
"Something’s off—this is twelve parts weird out of ten!"
"The Sovereign must have a reason for doing this!"
"Think, you blockhead! What’s the right move here?"
"First, my job is to audit the fate and fortune data of newborns in Zi Wei for errors. But with the Heavenly Dao’s current strength, mistakes are rare. So my main task is less about auditing and more about identifying newborns with exceptional destinies for special observation..."
"Wait—!"
"Is the Sovereign telling me to quietly assign these top-tier talents special fate templates?"
"No—maybe replace them with flawed destinies meant for early deaths? These would be the prototypes of virtual fates. Yes! The higher-ups often use virtual fates to disguise recruited talents. And the key is—I actually know how to do this!"
"But I’m just an intern. Wouldn’t this be overstepping? What if I’m wrong? Could I even shoulder the responsibility?"
"Should I report to my superiors?"
"But what if this really is what the Sovereign intended?"
"..."
"Whatever! The path to advancement is right in front of me. Even if I’m wrong, at worst, I start over!"
After just three seconds of hesitation, Chen Huaigeng made the most crucial decision of his life.
Damn it, I’m going all in!
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...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
] [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!"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
