"So she is here to find a devil named Toujou Koneko."
Chen Changsheng silently searched through the game and soon found a silver-haired girl with the in-game name 'Koneko'. The girl was wielding a sword and shield, and surprisingly, she was currently in the labyrinth connecting the first and second floors.
"To find the labyrinth in just two short days? Not bad at all."
Toujou Koneko's strength was too weak; she hadn't caught his or Xiao Ai's attention at all previously.
"Master, should we throw Toujou Koneko out? Judging from this woman's objective, she was likely just entrusted by someone to find Toujou Koneko."
In Xiao Ai's view, although she was now at the level of a low-grade spiritual artifact, she was not the combat type, so she didn't want to attract unnecessary trouble for the sake of a single player.
After all, she still needed a considerable amount of time to develop. Exposing herself before then would be truly unwise.
However, upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng shook his head. He then made his move directly, sending a solid streak of divine sense descending into the character creation space where Serafall was.
Since she's here, she shouldn't leave. She might as well obediently contribute spiritual energy to Xiao Ai.
With the intensity of Serafall's spiritual energy, she alone could match the energy contributed by tens of thousands of players.
...
In the character creation space, Serafall completely ignored the character customization interface in front of her and vigilantly observed her surroundings. With her Demon King-level experience, she immediately realized that she was currently completely in a soul state.
And the space she was currently in was composed entirely of soul power.
"Is it a God King from some pantheon?"
"But I don't recall any God King-level powerhouse in any pantheon who specializes in soul power."
Serafall pondered, and then her pretty face suddenly changed.
Because she suddenly felt her own power vanish!
Completely vanished!
At this moment, she felt as if she had turned into a soul entity no different from a mortal.
"This is!"
While Serafall was incomparably horrified in her heart, she saw the character creation interface hovering before her eyes suddenly pop up a prompt.
"Detected that the player has not operated for a long time. The game avatar has been automatically selected. Logging into Aincrad in 9, 8, 7..."
Seeing this, Serafall couldn't help but curse out loud.
"Damn it! I've only been in here for a minute!"
However, at this point, she also knew that the mysterious deity had already discovered her.
Unfortunately, right now, apart from cursing out loud, she could only be at the mercy of others, completely lacking the qualifications to resist.
Soon, the countdown ended, and Serafall disappeared from the character creation space, descending into the beginner town on the first floor.
In the beginner town, the passing NPCs and players paid no mind to the sudden appearance of Serafall, who was wearing the beginner clothes gifted by the game.
Over the past two days, such things had happened quite often. They were all players whose health bars had been emptied in the wild, losing all their equipment and experience. Everyone was already used to it.
Meanwhile, Serafall stared blankly at the brief beginner tutorial that popped up in front of her, turbulent waves already rising in her heart.
She, one of the dignified Four Great Demon Kings of the Underworld, was actually kidnapped by this mysterious game just like that?
God of Games?
Must clear the game to leave?
After players leave the game, based on their synchronization rate within the game, the power gained in the game will be brought into the real world?
If all of this is true, then... the future world will undergo an unparalleled and massive transformation!
"Thank goodness I didn't let Sirzechs come in."
She felt incredibly fortunate in her heart. Even if the Underworld lost her, the Demon King Leviathan, it wouldn't be too passive. But if they lost Sirzechs, the only Transcendent of the Underworld, then the Underworld would inevitably fall into emptiness. By then, the Underworld, this fat sheep, would absolutely be treated as a piece of meat by the various pantheons that had long been eyeing them covetously.
Because, although their Underworld belonged to the lineage of the God of the Bible's pantheon, they were mortal enemies with Heaven, the core of that pantheon.
Furthermore, that God had already disappeared.
Many deities speculated that this God was already completely dead.
However, just as she was thinking this, she suddenly noticed a figure flash beside her. A beautiful silver-haired silhouette wearing the same outfit as her appeared. She turned her head to look, and her face stiffened.
"Grayfia? Why did you come in too?!"
Hearing this, the look of horror on Grayfia's exceedingly beautiful face had not yet dissipated. However, after turning her head and seeing Serafall, she breathed a slight sigh of relief and explained.
"Lady Leviathan, after you logged into the game, your soul disappeared from your body, and we completely lost contact with you. Lord Lucifer was very worried about you, so I volunteered to come find you."
Serafall was already used to Grayfia's respectfulness. Although Grayfia was actually equal to her in strength, and the two had been rivals for hundreds of years, because she voluntarily became Sirzechs's Queen, coupled with her incredibly rigid personality, she strictly observed matters of status hierarchy.
"Grayfia, can you contact Sirzechs right now?"
"No."
Grayfia silently shook her head. At this moment, let alone her King, Sirzechs, she couldn't even connect with her own body.
"Damn it! Is it really like this?!"
Serafall gnashed her teeth bitterly, feeling extremely unwilling in her heart.
Meanwhile, in the real world.
Sirzechs looked at Serafall and Grayfia, whose souls were nowhere to be found and whose bodies were leaning limply against the corner of the wall. His expression had become extremely ugly.
"Brother?"
Rias looked nervously at Sirzechs, only to see Sirzechs looking back at her with a solemn expression.
"I'm sorry, Rias. I need to rush back to the Underworld immediately. Even I am helpless in this kind of situation. Right now, I can only go find Ajuka."
The Ajuka he spoke of was, like him, one of the Four Great Demon Kings of the Underworld, the successor to the name Beelzebub. He was also the inventor of the Evil Pieces that every pure-blooded devil in the Underworld currently possessed, making him the greatest mind in the Underworld today.
Hearing this, Rias also realized the severity of the situation, and a feeling of regret couldn't help but well up in her heart.
But Sirzechs no longer had the time to continue comforting his sister. After a magic circle appeared beneath his feet, covering the bodies of Serafall and Grayfia, he grabbed a batch of gaming helmets and teleported back to the Underworld.
For a time, only the regretful Rias and Himejima Akeno, who stood silently to the side watching her, remained in the warehouse.
And lastly, there was Koizumi Koichi, who had been scared silly.
How could he not know by now that he wasn't just being targeted by the world's various upper-echelon figures, but he had also been dragged into an even larger vortex.
The women lying on the ground earlier were all legendary devils!
And one of them even seemed to be some kind of Demon King.
Senior Kayaba, what else are you hiding from me?
Or is it that everything has already slipped out of your control?
But soon, Koizumi Koichi had no time to think further, because Rias was already looking at him with a gloomy gaze.
"M-My Lady, I won't say a word!"
Hearing this, Rias silently muttered an apology as a magic circle materialized beneath Koizumi Koichi's feet.
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?!
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!
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
