Hidden Dragon Continent.
Central Dragon Island.
Qin Sheng cradled an adorably clumsy baby wyvern in his arms as he strolled to the shores of Dragon Crystal Lake, calling out softly, "An Zhen'er, wake up. Come see the little one."
The moment his voice faded—
Splash!
Ripples spread across the water as a sacred golden dragon, its wings spanning nearly a hundred meters, emerged from the depths. Its massive head lowered, its dark golden vertical pupils gazing down at the man with a hint of melancholy. "Ah Sheng, are you going on another adventure?"
Qin Sheng nodded slightly before lifting the silly wyvern cub—which was currently licking his chest—and handing it over. "Don’t worry. This time, I have a group of trustworthy companions. Oh, and I should warn you—this little troublemaker’s going through its rebellious phase. Absolute nightmare."
At his words, the sacred dragon shimmered with light, transforming into a voluptuous woman with golden waves of hair, a diamond-shaped reverse scale embedded in her forehead. Her dragon scales had condensed into a form-fitting scaled armor as she stepped gracefully across the water. Taking the troublesome cub from Qin Sheng, she said with deep concern,
"By 'trustworthy companions,' do you mean the Bruces?"
In the sacred dragon’s understanding, her man had many allies, but the ones he truly relied on were always creatures called "Bruces."
Ah Sheng had two Bruces he trusted. Even though she had formed a contract with him, he still seemed to trust those Bruces more than her...
"Right, this time, those two Bruces are joining, but there are also new allies—and one particularly powerful figure. I need to get to know him properly." Qin Sheng smirked.
Calling Gu Yuan and Liu Bo "Bruces" was just his little inside joke. They were brothers, after all, and wouldn’t take offense.
But referring to that legendary group leader—whom he’d never even met—as a Bruce? He wouldn’t dare. In fact, he’d rather be that man’s Bruce instead!
Why? Because that guy was just too damn strong!
Forget about his ability to manipulate power levels at will. Forget about how he effortlessly crushed Gu Yuan, who had 1.9 billion in combat power, or how he pummeled the second group leader, who boasted 3.8 billion.
Just the fact that he could casually alter the minimum combat requirement for the Evil-Slaying Dungeon—how utterly mind-blowing was that?!
Everyone else was just a user of the chat group, bound by its rules. But him? Our legendary group leader? He seemed like a rule-changer—maybe even the future master of the chat group itself!
When someone reached that level of dominance, resistance became unthinkable. All that remained was reverence.
Sticking with a guy like that? Even the worst outcome would still be pretty damn good.
"You seem happy. I suppose this adventure excites you. Then I’ll wish you smooth sailing—just come home soon. The little one and I will be waiting."
An Zhen'er gazed at him tenderly.
Qin Sheng felt a little awkward. Even after years of their contract, he still wasn’t used to her always acting like he was the father of her child.
I’m a puny human. You’re a sacred dragon. This was never meant to be!
Shaking off the thought, Qin Sheng didn’t linger. With his affairs settled, he turned and stepped into the Evil-Slaying Dungeon matching room.
[Ding! Minimum combat requirement for Evil-Slaying Dungeon: 3,000. Verification complete—your combat power meets the standard. Entry permitted!]
Though he had braced himself, seeing that notification still sent a jolt through him, shattering his previous understanding.
The difference between "3,000" and "30,000,000" wasn’t just a missing character—it was the gap between an ant and a whale! No comparison at all!
This was proof. The group leader could actually rewrite the backend rules. The man was an absolute legend!
[Ding! ‘Qin Sheng’ has joined the team.]
[Leader: Chen Yi (Combat Power: 2 billion)]
[Current Team Members: Mu Chen (9,956,150), Fang Zheng (4,399,100), Adolf Anlan (505,050), Gu Yuan (1.99 billion), Zhou Zheng (302,530), Xiao Chunan (1,655,000), Liu Bo (1.2 billion), Qin Sheng (1.23 billion)]
[Team Chat]
[Gu Yuan: Ah Sheng, you’re 30 seconds late. Did An Zhen'er trap you again?]
[Liu Bo: A bit quick, aren’t we?]
[Mu Chen: Oh? Things just got interesting.]
[Adolf Anlan: An Zhen'er? That’s an exotic name. Brother Qin Sheng, are you also from a Western fantasy world?]
[Fang Zheng: Fascinating.]
[Zhou Zheng: Sigh. I wish I could join your banter, but I’ve quit. There’s an insurmountable wall between us now.]
[Qin Sheng: Damn it, Yuan! And you, Liu Bo! How many times must I say it? An Zhen'er and I are purely platonic! Stop polluting our bond with your filthy minds. You’re disgusting!]
[Gu Yuan: Really? You might act all noble, but what about her?]
[Liu Bo: Let me ask you this—what if she feels guilty?]
[Mu Chen: (Eating popcorn.jpg)]
[Adolf Anlan: (Slamming table in excitement.jpg)]
[Fang Zheng: Suddenly inspired to recite poetry—"My heart longs for the moon, yet the moon shines on the gutter."]
[Xiao Chunan: Brother Fang, I think "The flower yearns to follow the stream, but the stream cares not for the flower" fits better.]
[Zhou Zheng: Alas, "Life’s regrets flow eternal as the eastward river."]
[Liu Bo: Oh ho? Quite the scholars here. Fresh transmigrators, huh? Remembering verses so clearly. Not like me—"Through countless trials I’ve wandered, my homeland now a blur."]
[Mu Chen: Can’t go back. The old village is gone forever.]
[Adolf Anlan: Why’s everyone suddenly reciting poetry? Don’t derail the topic! I want the tea—what’s the story between Senior Qin Sheng and An Zhen'er?]
[Qin Sheng: Anlan, shut it. Kids shouldn’t poke their noses into adult business!]
[Ding! Li Yuanyuan (1,201,000) has joined the team.]
[Li Yuanyuan: Greetings, seniors! Yuanyuan sends her regards. (Pretty selfie.jpg)]
[Adolf Anlan: Yuanyuan, baby, I’ll protect you from behind! Don’t be scared!]
[Li Yuanyuan: ???]
[Mu Chen: Bro, with your combat power, you’re the one needing protection. Are you trying to drag her down or cling to her?]
[Liu Bo: Wow, switching targets fast, huh? From An Zhen'er to Yuanyuan? You’re just horny, admit it!]
[Zhou Zheng: Still drowning in lust, young one? Wake up! Our destiny lies among the stars!]
[Adolf Anlan: Ah Zheng, what happened to you? We used to stand together. Why drift apart now? You really quit? How?]
[Ding! Zhao Gao (1,401,500) has joined the team.]
[Ding! Shen Lang (8,506,000) has joined the team.]
[Ding! Chen Bo (409010) has joined the party.]
[Ding! Liu Ruyan (1850100) has joined the party.]
[Ding! Wang Jian (6305000) has joined the party.]
Right at the five-minute deadline, the hesitant group members finally stepped in at the last moment.
Seeing the team fully assembled, Chen Yi immediately activated the Evil-Warding Dungeon Realm!
In an instant, fifteen teleportation channels manifested in the respective worlds of each corresponding member.
Just as Mu Chen, carrying the special orb, was about to step into the teleportation passage—
Back in the Illusory Star Cave Heaven, Chen Yi’s true form simultaneously manipulated the divine will attached to the chat group’s backend to stir up trouble!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
