Ye Wuchen was utterly crushed—completely and absolutely crushed.
When he saw that familiar figure smirking at him with an ambiguous expression...
It felt as though an invisible hand had seized his throat, the suffocating pressure like a python coiling around him, making his vision darken.
He had thought hiding in the Exorcism Dungeon would grant him a moment of peace, but it seemed he had merely escaped one abyss only to plunge into an even more terrifying one.
Why are you everywhere?!
Stay the hell away from me!!!
"Old Ye, welcome to the Dream Wedding Secret Realm!" Chen Yi spread his arms with a benevolent smile.
"Don’t welcome me yet, I... I..." Ye Wuchen shut his eyes in agony, still unwilling to accept reality.
"Now that you're here... Huh?!"
Mid-sentence, Chen Yi’s expression suddenly shifted. "You spent all your points on the Fateweaver passive? Are you out of your mind?!"
Ye Wuchen snapped, his defenses crumbling as he shouted, "None of your damn business! It’s my hard-earned points, can’t I spend them however I want? I’ll do whatever I please! I’ve got no points left now anyway, my peak ranking’s about to drop—might as well give up! Screw it all!"
Listening to their guild leader’s seemingly tough but secretly cowardly words, the two veteran members from the second guild who had been dragged into the party immediately sensed danger.
Though they didn’t understand why their leader was so terrified of this guy with a mere two billion combat power, their instincts screamed at them... Run!
The two old-timers quietly retreated, preparing to exit the trial.
But it was already too late.
Chen Yi had welded the door shut—no one was leaving without permission.
At the same time, Gu Yuan, who had been watching from the shadows, considerately rushed forward and slung an arm around the shoulders of the two "acquaintances."
"Oi, now that you’re here, why rush off? Stay and play a while, eh?"
One of them was called "Mwahaha the Jester" with 1.7 billion combat power, the other "Super Invincible Man" at 1.5 billion.
Truth be told, in the past, Gu Yuan had been the leader of the "Trash Trio," his status in the guild pitifully low. These two rising stars had looked down on him, not even bothering to share their real names.
But that was then, and this is now!
Now, thanks to the guild leader’s generous donation of five billion immortal spirit stones, Gu Yuan had broken through his limits, reaching the Half-Step True Immortal realm with a staggering 1.99 billion combat power!
Come on, take a good look at me now—do I still resemble the weakling you once knew?!
"Gu Yuan? Why are you here?"
"Wait—how the hell did you hit 1.99 billion?! That’s impossible!"
Seeing the shock in their eyes, Gu Yuan smirked. "Seems you two still don’t understand how to respect your elders. Let’s... have a little spar."
With that, he dragged them off to the secret realm’s resting area for some "friendly guidance."
Watching helplessly as his two trusted members were taken away, Ye Wuchen cursed his own weakness. He stubbornly lifted his head, refusing to let his tears of frustration fall.
Chen Yi studied him for a long moment before finally sighing. "Fine. Consider those three hundred billion points a debt you owe me. Next time, don’t make decisions like this on your own. If you wanted the Fateweaver passive, you could’ve just asked."
They say when a person is pushed to the brink of speechlessness, they’ll laugh.
And indeed, Ye Wuchen trembled, laughter bursting uncontrollably from his lips. "I owe you? Are you kidding me? That was mine to begin with, I—"
"How about ten billion uses of the Fateweaver passive? Limited to the No. 7 Dream Wedding Secret Realm for now. Acceptable?"
"Huh?" Ye Wuchen froze, not immediately grasping the meaning.
Then, a system notification abruptly popped up.
[Ding! Your purchase of 150 Fateweaver passives has been delivered.]
[Remaining Fateweaver passive uses: 1,000,000,000.]
???
!!!!
Ye Wuchen’s pupils trembled violently.
What the hell just happened?!
He, Ye Wuchen, had spent three hundred billion points to buy 150 Fateweaver passives—each worth two billion points—only to receive ten billion in return?!
How does that make any sense?!
How did he do this?!
Is he cheating?!
Since when can you hack the guild chat system?!
Is he even human?!
Am I really fighting against a normal person right now?!
Gulp.
Ye Wuchen swallowed hard, a bold idea suddenly surfacing in his mind. His expression instantly shifted into one of fawning respect.
"Bro... Three hundred billion points, right? I’ll write you an IOU. I’ll work hard to earn them back, I swear. I’m really sorry—I was out of line earlier..."
With that, he actually condensed a promissory note using his spiritual energy, then bowed deeply, presenting it with both hands in utmost deference.
There was no helping it—this time, he was genuinely convinced.
Before, he had thought they were all beneficiaries of the guild platform, just at different stages of progress. Given enough time, he could catch up—his blade was no less sharp!
But now? This guy was outright altering backend guild data. The gap between them was no longer a matter of distance—it was the difference between heaven and earth!
Can a mayfly shake the heavens? Can a speck of dust fill the earth?
There’s no shame in humble origins—a true man knows when to bend and when to stand tall!
"Heh..." Chen Yi chuckled softly, recalling the nine-colored bead necklace from Ye Wuchen’s neck with a casual wave.
"Honestly, I preferred your earlier rebellious attitude. Weren’t you going to make the Nightmare Spirit take my form so you could vent your anger?"
Ye Wuchen’s toes curled in embarrassment as he forced a laugh. "Bro, that’s not what I meant, let me expla—"
Before he could finish, Chen Yi coldly cut him off. "No need. Just go."
Ye Wuchen’s heart clenched, sensing danger, but his face remained calm as he replied respectfully, "Right away, bro. Don’t be angry—it’s all my fault. I’ll do whatever you want..."
"Get lost."
"On it!"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
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.”
