"What do these mean?" Fang Linjie looked at the stack of documents on the table, all crossed out with red pen. After some time, he had finally accepted this reality. It was fine; at least his family was still around.
"These are the prayers of humans. This man murdered his own child, but supposedly they couldn't find any evidence. For us, however, we don't need evidence to get things done."
"This one distributed hallucinogenic drugs. The victims' families felt his prison sentence was too short and inappropriate, so they came to complain to us."
"And this one... tortured and killed small animals. No one actually reported this, but it just so happened to be witnessed by a demon wandering nearby."
Fang Linjie flipped through the documents, his gaze gradually shifting from dull to furious.
"Oh, by the way, I have a meeting with the human rulers this afternoon regarding the Abyssal laws. They want to discuss whether it's too harsh for the Abyss to take over after human criminal laws have been fully executed." Fang Zhiyi stood up, preparing to leave.
"But I have to make it clear to them that we are demons, after all... Who knows a person's inner darkness better than a demon?"
"I'm so busy. I still have to expand branch offices in other places. Brother, if you have nothing else to do, help me process some documents."
Fang Linjie began to understand why the demons under Fang Zhiyi's rule were so obedient. After all, evildoers made up a significant portion of humanity, and their souls were quite delicious to the demons.
Suddenly, the mortal realm was filled with penitents. Some knelt naked in the streets, covered in self-inflicted wounds, endlessly confessing their crimes of animal abuse. Others were directly possessed by demons, their souls locked away in the Abyss to suffer endless torment.
With plenty of corroborating evidence from humans, it was clear these people deserved their punishment. The demons' reputation gradually improved, and some even began to worship the Abyss.
But Fang Linjie still couldn't understand what good this would do for the demons in the long run. Over time, he grew familiar with the other demons, such as a demon lord with a smoking hot figure who called herself Lust.
"Oh, you're the boss's older brother." Lust looked him up and down. "Are you single?"
Fang Linjie backed away.
"If I can't be his wife, I can be his sister-in-law! Don't run away!"
When Pride came to the human world to report on work, it saw a bewildered Fang Linjie. Its words left Fang Linjie somewhat confused: "The boss once said that demons can also be gods." It patted Fang Linjie on the shoulder. "We trust him."
Fang Linjie grew even more baffled. What gods? There were no gods in this world!
Pride smiled without a word and strode away.
The appearance of demons also sparked a booming industry: exorcists. Unlike the previous exorcists who were just demons in disguise, these were genuine professionals trained by the demons themselves. Their exorcism methods were simple: sign a contract with a corporate demon and summon it for possession when necessary. After all, no one knew what a demon feared better than its own kind. Their only quirk was a preference for physical exorcism.
"What is our slogan?"
"Talk! If talking fails, beat them! Beat them until they submit!"
Passersby frequently heard such slogans echoing from the exorcist training centers.
Yet, with the backing of the Abyssal demons, these violent methods were highly effective against independently wandering demons.
However, after some time, this type of exorcism was halted. The reason was that some people impersonated exorcists to take the opportunity to beat up their neighbors or enemies, causing an extremely negative social impact. After human peacekeepers came to negotiate, the demons adjusted their exorcism methods.
As the number of evil-doing demons gradually decreased, Fang Zhiyi shifted his focus to handling human requests. Under his leadership, an unbreakable Abyssal corporation was formed, and its existence promoted friendly relations between humans and demons.
It wasn't until Fang Zhiyi died a natural human death that the demons failed to find their boss's soul. However, per the boss's wishes, Fang Linjie took the chairman's seat. Only then did he realize that his younger brother had spent his entire life planning out the complete future of the Abyss.
Looking at the detailed steps and speculations about certain key milestones, Fang Linjie once again felt like an inadequate older brother. He didn't understand his brother at all; even after decades together, he had never truly known him.
He closed the proposal book and looked at the demon lords standing before him. "Zhiyi said that the bright future of the Abyss starts now."
Years later, the world began to progress. Having bid farewell to the era of panic caused by demonic invasions, humanity started to develop, and many former wastelands were opened up for development.
However, there was an abandoned cemetery in a prime location that no one ever touched. Anyone who wanted to take over its development would dream of being warned by demons to stay away. Over time, rumors spread among the people that the cemetery was the entrance to the Abyss, and very few ever set foot there.
It was said that agonizing screams from underground could occasionally be heard there, making one's blood run cold.
According to the New Century Chronicles, it took hundreds of years for demons to transition from being synonymous with evil to being synonymous with gods. During those centuries, the demons consistently upheld laws such as punishing the wicked, hunting escaped demons, and maintaining order in the human world.
After gaining the support of human faith, these demons were gradually worshipped by humanity, transforming into god-like beings.
But this beautiful scene did not last long. Just a century later, a new Abyss was born, spawning new demons. This new Abyss was called Hell by the gods, and the entire world gradually divided into a structure of gods, humans, and Hell.
It was said that the demons of Hell were ruled by former defectors of the Abyss. Filled with malice toward humans and gods, they occasionally appeared to invade the mortal realm. Due to their differing beliefs, the gods and Hell entered a prolonged standoff. It wasn't until a certain great war that the gods and Hell signed a peace treaty, mutually agreeing to no longer interfere in the human world. This single agreement led to the decline of the traditional exorcist profession, and in turn, spurred the rise of the Divine Church and the Cult of Hell.
"Mom, so what do the gods look like?" a child asked his mother, who was telling him about history.
The mother turned to an illustration. Looking at the hideous and grotesque appearance of the god, she paused for a moment, then closed the book. After some thought, she picked up a pen and began to draw. Under her pen, a beautiful woman in a holy white dress gradually appeared, surrounded by other cute and gentle gods.
"So this is what gods look like? They're so beautiful."
"Go to sleep. Tomorrow, Mom will take you to the Divine Church to pray." The woman made up her mind that tomorrow she would talk to the Church administrators about the portrayal of the gods. How could gods possibly have such bizarre and monstrous appearances?
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
