【The Wizard's Journey, Setting Sail Again】
【You awaken in a mass grave, become an apprentice in a remote village, and ascend to a full-fledged wizard in an unnamed town】
【In your pursuit of truth and exploration of knowledge】
【You unexpectedly befriend the brave warrior Servia】
【You affirm and recognize Servia’s identity as a hero, believing that compared to your undead body, her spirit is immaculately pure—a true embodiment of goodness】
【You feel gratified to have met someone like her, thinking the fifth simulation has already paid off】
【Following the original plan, after leaving the Clawphire Territory, you head straight for the Aeoca Kingdom. Along the way, you encounter a massive wave of undead】
【You cast the First-Circle Spell: Slow】
【You cast the Zero-Circle Spell: Viscous Mire】
【You restrict the undead’s movements, leveraging the flight advantage of your bone bird to repeatedly unleash offensive spells, harvesting a great number of soul flames】
【You provoke a high-tier revenant within the undead horde】
【You execute a tactical retreat, avoiding its fury and leisurely making your escape】
……
【The Soul Reaper effect persists. As you harvest countless souls and watch them ascend, you gain a deeper understanding of life and death】
【Life and death, an endless cycle—you live, they die】
【You are undergoing a gradual transformation】
【Yet your heart remains unmoved】
【Strength is merely a means to an end. What truly matters is the study of truth, the essence of life and death】
【Such are your thoughts】
【Amidst the chaos of battle, you recall the undead girl and sigh at her tragic redemption, hoping her future will be smooth】
……
【As you travel, you pass through human settlements, witnessing the demise of the undead and the birth of newborns】
【The cries of new life shatter the silence of death】
【You gain enlightenment, your soul growing denser, and master a new First-Circle Spell】
【The realm of wizardry is vast, encompassing everything from physical transmutation to mental manipulation—no field, no existence lies beyond its reach】
【You lament your lack of mortal wisdom】
【Even with all your effort, you cannot master every domain】
【You find yourself missing the comforts of the real world】
……
Three months later.
Autumn in the world of wizards.
A black sun hangs high, while a blood moon flickers. Both celestial bodies share the gloomy sky, staining the clouds an eerie shade of crimson.
"Is that the White Raven Tower?"
"It seems I haven’t taken a wrong turn. This must be the Aeoca Kingdom."
The bone bird soars across the sky.
Its shadow stretches vast across the ground.
Startling pedestrians into flight and scattering flocks of birds from the trees.
Perched atop the creature, Xu Xi gazes at the distant yet unmistakable silhouette of the towering white tower.
Built from colossal stones.
Pulsing with radiant energy.
Ancient runes are carved into its surface, forming intricate spell arrays that seal the very void around it, thrusting boldly into the heavens.
A fusion of offense, defense, and production.
Massive in scale, abundant in space.
Self-sustaining, self-powered.
A man-made tower-shaped world.
This is the cornerstone of the wizardry system, hailed as the most crucial of all—the Wizard Tower.
"A Fourth-Circle Wizard Tower, meaning its builder was a Fourth-Circle Wizard."
"However..."
"Both the Aeoca Kingdom and this Fourth-Circle Wizard Tower seem to have encountered some problems?"
Xu Xi studies the ancient tower, lost in thought.
It appears that in the world-shattering collision a thousand years ago, not only mortals were affected—even the lofty wizards suffered repercussions.
"Let’s take a closer look first."
【You arrive at a new region】
【The Aeoca Kingdom, one of the few remaining human kingdoms in the wizard world, serves as a sanctuary for the living. Here, you encounter other species besides humans】
【Elegant elves, their ears as long and pointed as you imagined】
【Clever goblins, masters of unique alchemical techniques, the perfect assistants for wizards】
【Brutish orcs, their intelligence below average, yet they become the most loyal subordinates once subdued by strength】
【You marvel at the diversity of this otherworld】
【You formally enter the Fourth-Circle Wizard Tower: White Raven Tower】
【Your suspicions are confirmed—the master of White Raven Tower, once a Fourth-Circle Wizard, has been missing for years】
【Now, the tower is governed by the first disciple, a moderately renowned Third-Circle Wizard with secondary authority】
【White Raven Tower is a neutral wizard faction】
【The change in leadership does not hinder your plans】
【You pay a sum of soul stones to settle in White Raven Tower, the currency of wizards, containing pure soul energy】
"I originally thought I could stabilize my growth here, steadily improving my strength."
"But now it seems."
"This can only serve as a temporary stop."
Aeoca Kingdom, White Raven Tower, first floor.
Guided by an attendant familiar.
Xu Xi completes the check-in procedures.
He glances at the interior, then at the gloomy sky outside, shaking his head slightly.
In the wizard world, Sixth-Circle and Seventh-Circle Wizards stand at the peak.
Fourth-Circle and Fifth-Circle Wizards form the middle stratum.
First, Second, and Third-Circle Wizards are the foundation.
A Fourth-Circle Wizard’s strength is by no means weak in this world, yet the master of White Raven Tower has been missing for years.
"Was he killed?"
"Or has he fled this world entirely?"
Xu Xi ponders quietly, realizing both possibilities carry grave risks.
If killed, it means someone in the wizard world is systematically hunting mid-to-high-tier wizards.
If fled, it means the world’s corruption is advancing far faster than anticipated, growing so dire that even mid-to-high-tier wizards find it unbearable.
Click—
Entering his rented room.
Xu Xi surveys the layout, familiarizes himself with the space, and begins arranging his belongings.
Regardless of why the tower’s master disappeared, it underscores the dangers of the wizard world.
But.
That is not Xu Xi’s immediate concern.
"My task is to break through to Second-Circle Wizard, materializing my soul energy."
"With the Soul Reaper’s effect, this won’t be difficult. Once achieved, I can experiment with Servia’s data samples."
"Hmm… I should also start planning the path to Third-Circle Wizard."
【You rent a room in White Raven Tower for five and a half soul stones per month】
【Though merely a tenant and not an official tower member, you can still access its resources—for a price】
【The Soul Reaper’s effect ensures you never lack soul stones】
【To maintain a low profile, you only display the wealth of an average First-Circle Wizard, exchanging some for knowledge】
【You begin studying the official history from a thousand years ago】

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”