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!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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!
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?!
