[Fighting alone and without their patriarch holding the fort, the Shen family's defeat was inevitable.]
[The only reason the war lasted for five years was because the Dragonkin didn't want to kill the Shen family members; they tried to capture as many alive as possible.]
[After conquering the Star Domain, the Dragonkin put special shackles on all the Shen family members, rendering them unable to use their martial power.]
[Then, they began to enslave them, using the resources in the Star Domain to forge all sorts of bizarre things.]
["Some were forced to forge certain beads, while others seemed to be building massive altars. I don't know what these things are..."]
[You figured that these so-called beads were the spirit orbs used to spawn the Five Elements Fiends.]
[That explained why the fiend army was seen descending from the sky; they were dropped directly from the Star Domain.]
["How did you manage to escape?"]
["It was the Yao race. They broke through the blockade of the Void Barrier and slaughtered their way into the Star Domain! We took advantage of the chaos to escape, but every star in the Star Domain was controlled by the Dragonkin. With nowhere to run, we had no choice but to risk our lives and jump down through the gap in the Void Barrier opened by the Yao race..."]
"The Yao race really is a great helper!"
Outside the simulation, Chen Yi firmed his resolve to prevent the war between the two races in future simulations.
Not only was the Yao race strong, but more importantly, they truly harbored a deep hatred for the Dragonkin.
There was absolutely no need to worry about them pulling any shady tricks once they went to war with the Dragonkin; they would go all out, one hundred percent!
[With eyes full of hatred and unwillingness, Shen Yufeng passed away.]
[You gently closed his eyes, which had refused to shut in death.]
[Right now, the Five Domains could barely handle the fiend army.]
[How were they supposed to deal with the Dragonkin wielding bizarre cannon weapons?]
[Even though the various factions had already guessed from previous clues that a realm war was coming.]
[No one expected it to arrive so quickly. The Five Domains hadn't even caught their breath from the war with the Yao race.]
[And it was even more unexpected that the Star Domain would be the first to fall.]
[Fundamentally, the current Human Realm possessed no conditions to wage a realm war whatsoever.]
[The Five Domains, the Shen family, the Holy Lands, and the Yao race were like a sheet of loose sand—lacking a backbone and a leader.]
[You looked up at the sky, already knowing the truth in your heart.]
[In this lifetime, the Human Realm would be defeated!]
[You alone could not shake the rolling wheels of history.]
[Hope would have to be left for the next simulation.]
["The Seven Luminaries Immortal Array..."]
[The blood-stained paper the Empress left you before she died had a formation drawn on it.]
[A formation that required seven Martial Gods to activate!]
[You didn't know much about formations, so you couldn't fully comprehend how to set this one up.]
[But you memorized it.]
[Right at that moment, several black dots appeared in the sky.]
[The black dots rapidly expanded in your vision, becoming clear.]
[Sharp horns, fleshy wings, fangs, and scales of various colors—it was the Dragonkin!]
[Over a dozen Dragonkin, carrying black cannon barrels on their shoulders, flapped their wings and hovered in mid-air.]
["Hey! Look what I found! A Class-A target, Chen Yi!"]
[You heard one of the Dragonkin mention your name.]
[They were speaking the language of the Human race.]
[Although their pronunciation wasn't quite standard, understanding them wasn't an issue.]
[This also indirectly reflected just how thorough their preparations were.]
["A mere Sixth Realm cultivator is worthy of being called a Class-A target? Did the higher-ups make a mistake?"]
["Who cares! None of you fight me for him! This merit is mine! Whoever tries to steal it, I'll definitely shoot them with a cannon while they sleep!"]
["Oh, brother, I'd rather the thing you shoot me with from behind be a 'Magic Bullet Cannon'..."]
[The commoners on the ground were terrified upon seeing the Dragonkin. They scattered in an uproar, fleeing in all directions.]
[The soldiers of the Fiend-Slaying Army gripped their weapons tightly. Riding their fine Northern steeds, they spread out their formation, drew their bows, and nocked their arrows, just waiting for your command.]
[A short and chubby Dragonkin swooped down, raised the Magic Bullet Cannon in his hands, and fired a shot at you.]
[You saw it very clearly—a physical artillery shell distinctly flew out from it.]
["Isn't it a pure energy body?"]
[You channeled the Star River Divine Technique, gently raising your hand to control gravity.]
[The shell's flight trajectory deviated slightly, brushing past your shoulder and hitting a low mountain behind you.]
["Rumble!!"]
[The earth shook, and the low mountain vanished, turning into a scorched, massive crater!]
[The power was indeed tremendous.]
[But if it was a physical shell, logically speaking, as the signature Heaven-tier martial art of the Shen family, even if not everyone could learn the Star River Divine Technique, their experts should certainly know it. It shouldn't have been...]
[Oh snap, damn it, there is no gravity in the Star Domain!]
[The Dragonkin were simply too insidious.]
[They had calculated every last detail without missing a beat!]
[The Dragonkin who attacked you recognized your move.]
["This kid also knows the Shen family's martial arts. Could he be a Shen family member?"]
[The short, chubby Dragonkin put away his Magic Bullet Cannon, flapped his fleshy wings, and flew at top speed. Aiming the pair of sharp horns on his head at you, he turned himself into a living cannonball, trying to ram you to death.]
[You stood as unmoving as a mountain. On your aged face, there was three percent composure, three percent calmness, and ninety-four percent sheer contempt.]
["Hahaha! Look! He's already so scared by me that he doesn't dare to move! What 'strongest race of the Void Realm'? It's an empty reputation! Just a bunch of cowards!!"]
[Leaving a trail of afterimages in mid-air, the short, chubby Dragonkin viciously crashed into... your fist!]
["Bang!!"]
[Your punch was so fast that no one could see it clearly.]
[A single punch smashed into the back of this guy's neck, hammering him directly into the dirt beneath your feet. Most of his body was smashed into the ground, leaving only his tail and feet exposed.]
[The Dragonkin in the sky were collectively shocked.]
["What?! Maham is also at the Sixth Realm. How could he lose to an unarmed Human!"]
["No wonder he's a Class-A target. The higher-ups really never make mistakes."]
["Maham, come back! You are no match for him!"]
[Maham couldn't come back.]
[You grabbed his two feet and hoisted him out of the dirt. With a squeeze of your fingers, he couldn't break free no matter how desperately he struggled.]
["Bastard! You actually hid your true cultivation level, playing the pig to eat the tiger, huh?! Bah! In front of our Dragonkin race, you..."]
["Riiip!!"]
[Holding onto his feet, you tore him in half right down the middle.]
[His internal organs and intestines spilled out all over the ground with a splash.]
[The scene was so visually impactful that both the soldiers of the Fiend-Slaying Army and the Dragonkin stood frozen on the spot.]
["Ah!! You actually destroyed my physical body!! Damn it!!"]
[The Dragonkin could continue to live even without a physical body.]
[Thinking he had the element of surprise, Maham in his soul state burst out from the corpse. Waving his claws with a blood-red cold gleam, he slashed toward your neck.]
["Whoosh!"]
[Only a gust of wind brushed past. You were completely unharmed.]
[Maham was dumbfounded.]
[Others couldn't see soul bodies, but the Dragonkin could.]
[Seeing that the soul-state Maham's full-power strike couldn't even ruffle the corner of your clothes, the Dragonkin in the sky momentarily suspected that Maham was just putting on a show and hadn't really launched an attack.]
["What's the situation?"]
["Maham, what the hell are you doing!"]
["There's something off about this Chen Yi..."]
[What happened next shocked them even more.]
[You suddenly struck out, grabbing Maham's head and viciously smashing it against a large boulder to the side.]
["Bang! Bang! Bang!"]
[Destiny's Trio!]
[If it sounds good, it's a good head!]

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

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.”