The audience in the live stream once again saw the scene of Li Lan being dragged away. They didn't see Wei Kaiyang throw her out. Many people cheered at Li Lan's death, considering this woman had previously made numerous comments that managed to offend both men and women alike.
"The Cult?" Fang Zhiyi looked thoughtful.
"Yes, we come from a rather distant country, and this time we were commissioned to investigate the secrets of the Cult." Wei Kaiyang rubbed his hands together, clearly frightened by the young man's earlier actions. He never imagined that someone could directly scare off that monster.
"Originally, our mission was to uncover the truth behind a girl's possession, but for some unknown reason, the mission suddenly changed."
Fang Zhiyi nearly choked on his water.
Little Hei gave him a thumbs up. "Awesome."
"The Cult... I don't know much about it, but I think it's best if you don't mess with them. You know, in an environment where demons constantly invade humanity, the sudden appearance of a religion is a bit too coincidental."
Wei Kaiyang looked at this native inhabitant with some confusion.
"Um, can you help me?"
"Hmm?"
Wei Kaiyang didn't care that the person in front of him was much younger. "I still have a few companions, and I want to save their lives as much as possible. We don't really have any skills in... fighting demons."
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes at him.
Although Wei Kaiyang was a bit cowardly, he wasn't a bad person. "I know that as a stranger, your family taking me in is already a huge favor, but... this might be presumptuous of me, we just want to survive."
One of Little Hei's tentacles tightly gripped something invisible, which caused Wei Kaiyang's live stream screen to remain black. The audience began to guess whether Wei Kaiyang had also died.
"He's begging you? Didn't he ask around to see if you're even that kind of good person?" Its mouth didn't stop either. Suddenly, as if dragged by something, its entire body jolted violently upward.
"Heh, this guy is quite strong!" Little Hei gritted its teeth and cursed as it soared into the air, passing straight through the roof and disappearing.
"What's in it for me if I help you?" Just as Little Hei predicted, Fang Zhiyi was not a bleeding heart.
Wei Kaiyang was somewhat speechless. The native in front of him clearly had very strong abilities. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I was just asking. I know you have no obligation to help us..."
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "You're a weakling yourself, yet you're worrying about other people's business." He stood up and made a gesture to see the guest out. Wei Kaiyang instantly understood, got up, and walked out of Fang Zhiyi's room, politely turning back to say thank you when he reached the door.
A moment later, Little Hei returned to Fang Zhiyi's side in a huff.
"Did you lose the fight?"
"No, but I did figure out the opponent's background. It's just a stubborn Heavenly Dao. It seems that some bizarre live streaming world happened to temporarily attach itself to this world." Little Hei wiggled its body. "If it dares to come down, I dare to beat it up!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at it sideways. "Oh?"
"What's with that look? I never said I could definitely win!" Little Hei snorted.
The night was far from peaceful. Fang Zhiyi used the demon's body to go to the Abyss and fought several battles. From fighting whoever he saw at the very beginning to directly attacking the lords later on, even he felt a little tired.
Meanwhile, there were constant eerie noises outside. The demons that came from the Abyss were still active.
Wei Kaiyang left early in the morning. Fang's Mother didn't quite understand his behavior from last night and didn't ask him to stay. Wei Kaiyang simply thanked Fang's parents respectfully and set out on the road to reunite with his companions.
As he had expected, on just the first night, three of the seven people who had entered this world together had died.
Two of them were killed by possessing demons, and one became a vessel for a demon due to a mental breakdown.
"Are you saying there's a young man in that house who can subdue these monsters barehanded?" Zhao Lei couldn't quite believe it, but thinking about it, it made sense. After all, no matter how difficult the mission was, there would always be a chance of survival. This was the game's mechanism.
"Then what are we waiting for?" A girl with disheveled hair and eyes full of terror cried out. "Go find him! If we can get him to help, we can survive for three days! If we survive for three days, we can go back, right?"
Wei Kaiyang shook his head. "That used to be the case, but the difficulty of this mission is SSS. Even if we survive for three days, if we don't investigate the secrets of the Cult, we'll probably be trapped here forever."
A bald man raised his voice. "That NPC you mentioned should be able to help, right? Let's go find him together. He can't just watch us die and do nothing!"
"Yeah, with great power comes great responsibility!"
Zhao Lei frowned.
Wei Kaiyang suddenly shouted them down. "He has no ties to us, so why should he help us? Do you guys think you're that important?"
At this time, the audience in the live stream was also discussing what had happened during the black screen period yesterday. According to Wei Kaiyang, there was a very powerful entity in that house, so why did Li Lan die?
Just as the few of them were arguing, a burst of maniacal laughter suddenly rang out. Wei Kaiyang whipped his head around and saw a person wearing a white dress standing behind them. He wasn't wearing shoes, and the hair on his head looked like it had been torn at, with dried blood coagulated in some places. The most crucial point was that this person was one of their companions, and he was a man.
"Hey, hey, hey! That's... that's the kid surnamed Lu!" The bald man's body began to back away.
"They can come out in broad daylight?"
"They are demons, not ghosts! What did you expect?"
"Heh... heh... do you... do you guys want to join me... hahahaha... this feeling is so good..." The man, who had clearly been corrupted by a demon, let out a piercing voice.
"Run!" Zhao Lei said without hesitation.
This time they didn't scatter. Instead, they turned around and ran in another direction. Meanwhile, the corrupted companion just stood there, watching them and laughing.
"He's not chasing us!" The bald man was a little delighted, and his steps slowed down.
In the very next moment, the motionless man in the white dress suddenly started sprinting wildly, and his speed was significantly faster.
Screams rang out.
The running bald man only felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He turned his head tremblingly and saw Xiao Lu's eerie face smiling at him.
His legs gave way and he fell to the ground. Xiao Lu immediately straddled him and tilted his neck back. The bald man had a bad premonition, and sure enough, when Xiao Lu lowered his head, a large amount of disgusting black slime gushed out of his pitch-black mouth, pouring directly over the bald man's face.
A stinging pain instantly swept through the bald man's entire body.
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.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
