In her original world, Ye Qingjie was a girl skilled in combat. In just one day, she had figured out Fang Zhiyi's situation. She was very confident about taking out this NPC; as long as Lin Ye gave the word, she would do it.
She slowly walked toward Fang Zhiyi, who had his back to them, clutching a few iron nails in her hand. Right at that moment, a sinister gust of wind blew past.
Ye Qingjie froze in place, stunned.
Her prolonged lack of movement caught the attention of the others.
"Sister Ye?" someone called out cautiously.
"Little Jie?" Lin Ye also frowned. Had she gone soft? No, she was sometimes even more decisive than he was.
Amidst the repeated calls, Ye Qingjie slowly turned her head, instantly giving everyone a fright.
Two trails of bloody tears flowed from her eyes, and her face was filled with absolute terror.
"What's wrong?" Someone immediately jumped up, ready to activate their skills at a moment's notice.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Ye Qingjie kept apologizing as bloody tears streamed down her face. Under everyone's watchful eyes, she plunged the iron nails in her hand into herself.
As if she felt no pain, she stabbed herself over and over again.
Fang Zhiyi continued to look at the drawing on the ground, ignoring the commotion behind him, while Little Hei suddenly darted into the sky.
Lin Ye stepped forward to help, and the others hurried to stop her, but Ye Qingjie simply could not stop, viciously stabbing herself while continuously apologizing.
"A demon! Fang Linjie is here!" someone realized.
However, after a brief pause, Lin Ye said, "No, he hasn't arrived yet!"
No one knew why he was so certain, but they believed Lin Ye wouldn't speak nonsense; his judgment had never been wrong.
"Little Jie!" Just then, Ye Qingjie erupted with immense strength, breaking free from the crowd trying to stop her. Crying and looking at everyone with a face full of horror, she sliced her own throat open with an iron nail.
Yet even after doing so, she remained standing, and a bizarre laugh escaped her lips.
It was the voice of a demon.
"There's a demon! Quick! Get ready!" Lin Ye felt only a slight twinge of regret over his girlfriend's death, but he was certainly not lacking in girlfriends. His gaze shifted to Fang Zhiyi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back to them. "It's that kid! He's been playing us!"
"How heartbreaking... I poured my heart out to you all, yet you want to rip my heart out." Fang Zhiyi slowly stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and unhurriedly turned around.
"You're a demon!" Lin Ye didn't know what tricks this Fang Zhiyi in front of him had pulled. He suddenly felt a bit of regret for not questioning that trash Wei Kaiyang more thoroughly.
Another gust of wind blew past.
Another team member started screaming, spewing out his own dark past: "I let my family down! I hit my mom! I even wanted to poison my dad! I am a hero now! What right do they have to dictate what I do? I, I, I!"
He suddenly grabbed his chin and the back of his head, then forcefully twisted his head a full one hundred and eighty degrees.
He didn't fall; instead, he glared at the remaining people with a hideous expression, letting out an inhuman laugh.
Such a horrifying scene stunned everyone, and the rest took a step back in fear.
"Why? We clearly didn't trigger any death rules!" One team member, whose skill allowed her to see the rules, couldn't comprehend the scene before her no matter how hard she tried.
Fang Zhiyi took a step toward them and then spoke. Speaking alongside him were the two teammates who were clearly dead but still moving. The three voices blended together, eerie and chilling.
"Because I make the rules here."
The moment he said this, everyone's blood ran cold.
This NPC actually knew about the rules?
Birds in the woods suddenly scattered into the air as if startled, and the faces of these mission-takers were filled with a fear of the unknown.
"Don't be afraid! We have the Exorcism Array!" Lin Ye shouted. "Take your positions!"
Following his command, the remaining people quickly moved to their respective spots.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. With every step he took, the two bizarre corpses followed suit, walking step by step right into the middle of their so-called Exorcism Array.
Although they had lost two teammates, the other mission-takers quickly steadied themselves. They began to activate the Exorcism Array. This was the ultimate weapon they had obtained upon entering this world; dealing with a demon shouldn't be a problem.
Sure enough, Fang Zhiyi's expression twisted in pain, and his body gradually curled in on itself.
"It's working! It's working!" a team member shouted excitedly.
Only Lin Ye felt somewhat suspicious and alarmed, because just a moment ago, his System had suddenly warned him that the opponent was very dangerous. For the System to say that, it couldn't be this easy to dispose of him, right?
Fang Zhiyi hadn't expected this so-called Exorcism Array to actually restrict his movements. However, this sensation didn't feel like the methods of an exorcist, but rather the workings of the grand Heavenly Dao.
"Damn it, isn't this cheating? I actually thought there was some Exorcism Array," Fang Zhiyi cursed. He now had to concentrate on resisting the oppressive force coming from above. He also suddenly understood the cause and effect of it all: in the original plot, Fang Linjie died because of this so-called Exorcism Array, which led Fang Zhiyi to devote himself to the Lord of the Abyss and become the initiator of a chaotic order. Then, when the Abyss merged with this world, Lin Ye and the others would receive another mission to come and complete the harvesting of this world.
"So many dirty tricks," Fang Zhiyi swore.
A mission-taker who was loudly mocking Fang Zhiyi suddenly froze, his expression gradually twisting from excitement into agony.
Then, he cried out in pain, flew up into the air out of nowhere, and slammed heavily onto the ground.
This sudden turn of events left the rest of them dumbfounded.
The man writhed incessantly on the ground, the crisp sounds of breaking bones echoing from within his body, making everyone's scalp tingle. Then, he stood up in a highly bizarre posture. By the time he raised his head, his pupils had changed color.
"A demon! There's another demon!" someone screamed in terror.
This fear made the remaining people instinctively want to flee. No one expected that even with Fang Zhiyi restrained, there would still be other demons present.
Someone turned and started to run. Once one person fled, it prompted a second, and then a third.
Lin Ye's reprimands were of no use.
But those who fled didn't survive either. They let out miserable shrieks one after another, as unseen demons followed closely beside them.
With these people leaving their designated positions, the pressure on Fang Zhiyi lessened significantly. It seemed the Heavenly Dao had been using these guys as coordinates.
"Good thing I called for backup, otherwise this really would have been a bit troublesome." He looked up at the sky. "Smelly Little Hei, you'd better be able to wipe away your past humiliation."
He had previously summoned the six Demon Lords under his command. Why not seven? Because Sloth was still too lazy to move, and now couldn't even be bothered to speak.

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."

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.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”