"So you can actually fail to draw a trait?!"
Chen Yi couldn't help but stand up to look at the simulation. This was the first time he'd encountered such a situation.
Fortunately, in a corner of the simulation screen, a small line of text explained the reason.
[Current environment has a time flow inconsistent with the River of Time, so traits cannot be drawn.]
"I get it now..."
This was a mechanism to prevent exploiting glitches.
Everyone knew about God Xiaoyao's Time Chamber.
If you spent a day inside, a year passed outside.
Drawing traits inside the Time Chamber would be a huge loss.
Similarly, if there were an inverse Time Chamber, where a year inside meant a day outside,
you could draw far more traits than normal.
So, whether you drew fewer or more, it wasn't allowed.
"That means the Ascension Path isn't a true realm—it's somewhere in between real and illusion? Come to think of it, it's a bit like that snake path Lao Kong once took. That green trait might come in handy."
Seeing what had already happened wasn't enough; Chen Yi had to think about what might occur in the coming year.
After all, the version of himself in the simulation couldn't actively adjust traits.
Some proper foresight was necessary.
"When I reach the true realm, the situation will be unclear. I'll need to lay low and figure things out. I should keep 'Playing the Fool.' I was a peak-level cultivator in the false realm, so I should be decently strong in the true realm too, right? Can't be too flashy."
Chen Yi was back to his old habit of micromanaging from outside the simulation.
[You chose Yes.]
[You replaced "Mourning from the Martial Circle" with "Running Playlist."]
[You replaced "Civil War Ace" with "Playing the Fool."]
["A whole year! And it's still not over! The scenery ahead and behind hasn't changed at all! If it weren't for the distance I'd covered on foot, I'd think I was running in place!"]
[You got road rage from all the running.]
[Anyone would be frustrated.]
[You'd been running for a year, but looking ahead, the scenery was still exactly the same.]
[A winding Great Wall, beacon towers at intervals.]
[And you noticed that on the sections between each beacon tower, you couldn't stop.]
[If you stopped, a tremendous force would push you back dozens of beacon towers!]
[But if you ran in the opposite direction and stopped in the middle, the force wouldn't appear.]
[This seemed to confirm you were running in the right direction.]
[It looked like these beacon towers were meant as resting spots.]
["I wonder how far the Sword Master and the others have gotten. Are we all stuck running on this path? That would be ridiculous!"]
[After equipping "Running Playlist," you decided to test its effect.]
["This requires me to listen to music. Where am I supposed to find a player? Hey, Old Wan!"]
["Boss! For you, even through fire and water!"]
[Ever since you refined Myriad Soul Banner's vessel into a super immortal artifact, he obeyed your every word.]
["Sing."]
["Boss, I don't know how to sing."]
["It's not like I'm asking you to join 'China's Good Voice.' Can't you even sing something simple?"]
["Well, I'll try, ahem..."]
[["Why is your face turning red like a bubble teapot..."]]
[Myriad Soul Banner started belting out.]
["♪ Daddy and Mommy go to work, I go to kindergarten..."]
["How did you manage to make a children's song sound like a funeral march..."]
[Since Myriad Soul Banner was useless, you had to do it yourself.]
["♪ A long road ahead, I wander with guts full of thunder, searching for lost grace and truth through the wilderness—every step becomes my homeland inside."]
["♪ Then I ride through destiny's flames..."] The third line of the original was lost — We kept only the successfully transcribed fragments]
[This song actually fit the moment quite well.]
[Year four, age twenty-eight.]
[Drawing traits...]
[Failed to draw!]
[Adjust traits?]
[Yes/No]
[You chose No.]
[Staring at the nebulous cloud of traits that wouldn't manifest properly, you cursed in anger.]
["Damn it! How much longer is this path?! This is costing me my trait draws!!"]
[As you ran, you suddenly noticed that at the farthest point your eyes could see, the floating Great Wall split into two!]
["Something's changing—are we nearing the end?"]
[You sang and sprinted forward.]
[Your face showed urgency, anger, and frustration, yet you were singing a cheerful song. It was deeply contradictory.]
[You arrived at a three-way fork.]
[All three paths looked identical, but on the beacon towers to the left and right, each had a stone tablet inscribed with the characters "Life" and "Death."]
["Life path, death path—am I supposed to choose?"]
[You thought it over.]
[You tried leaving a mark on the beacon tower, but found it impossible.]
[The Great Wall looked like it was made of stone, yet with your Soul Martial peak cultivation, you couldn't even scratch it.]
["If I can't do it, others probably can't either. I was hoping Great Demon and the others might have left some signs, so we could take the same road and meet at the top."]
[No reference now; you had to make your own choice.]
["Life, death. Hmph! Reality, illusion; illusion, reality. Who would write the answer on the question itself? Life is death, death is life! I'll take the death path!"]
[Not long after.]
[The same three-way fork appeared again.]
["I'll take the death path again!"]
[After another period of time.]
["Death path it is!"]
["Death path!"]
["Death all the way to the end!!"]
[Year five, age twenty-nine.]
[Drawing traits...]
[Failed to draw!]
[Adjust traits?]
[Yes/No]
[You chose No.]
[This was your nine hundred and ninety-ninth time standing before the fork of life and death.]
[Thanks to your "Photographic Memory," you'd kept an exact count.]
[Just as you were about to choose the "death path" again, Myriad Soul Banner spoke up.]
["Dude, how about we try the 'life' path once? What if choosing life means we pass instantly?"]
["What you say makes sense, but I don't believe it!"]
["Great, the guy has gone completely crazy from running!"]
[As you set one foot on the nine hundred and ninety-ninth beacon tower bearing the "death" tablet,]
[a sudden sensation of weightlessness hit you.]
[Everything around you vanished instantly!]
[At that moment, you lost all sensation, as if you'd fallen asleep without even a single dream.]
[When you "woke up," you found yourself standing on a pile of geometrically shaped stones.]
[Around you was tan soil, forests in the distance, blue skies, white clouds, and a soft breeze.]
["So this is the true realm? Doesn't look much different from the false realm..."]
[You tried to probe the distance with your divine sense.]
["Huh? Where's my divine sense?"]
[The divine sense you'd used countless times in the false realm was now completely gone, as if you'd never possessed the ability.]
["Wait, can I... fly!"]
[You leaped upward, only to land headfirst on the ground.]
["Flight power is gone too!"]
[You looked down and realized that the pile beneath you wasn't stone—it was crystal! Mountains of top-grade crystal, the ones the Wang family had gifted you!]
However, the essence of heaven and earth within the crystal stones had all vanished, leaving only a pile of ordinary rocks.
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?
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
