If one were to draw this world as a map.
The Tian Group of ten cities would be located right in the center, huddling tightly together.
Above the Tian Group, to the north, is the Salvage City.
In the distant east and west are Dao City and Buddha Kingdom respectively.
However, no safe travel routes have been opened between them and the Tian Group. To communicate with each other requires traversing the barren lands in between.
In the northwestern corner of the Tian Group, in the deepest recess, there is a stockade.
The Qingfeng Stockade is not big, yet in the barren lands, it commands its own sphere of influence!
Far and near, it is notorious!
Like a group of bandits, independent and uncompromising. Though of the same human race, they do not join the Tian Group, pay no heed to Buddha, respect not the Dao, with profit as their foremost motive, always belligerent and vengeful!
"The Inspector of Shangjing City, as well as Wang Xuean and his gang of four, are dead."
In a small wooden hut, an old man with snowy white hair sits quietly, propped up by a crutch. Hanging on the crutch is a severed human head with eyes closed.
At this moment, the old man states lightly:
"Send a few men to investigate who did this, then kill them."
Speaking as if discussing some trivial matter, without the slightest trace of murderous aura.
"Yes."
A middle-aged man with dark skin and sturdy build answers softly, then turns to leave.
...
Oblivious to all this, Wang Ye looks at the wooden door that appears punctually in the living room, and walks through it.
'Mission: Fu Mansion No.3'
'Objective: Deliver a ghost to the post office.'
'Reward: Ghost official uniform.'
The mission format has changed again?
Wang Ye looks at the note, a gleam flashing in his eyes.
Could this be the true intention of the post office?
It's finally revealing its objective, to catch ghosts and deliver them to the post office?
What's the purpose behind the post office doing this?
To detain, imprison?
Or devour, strengthen itself?
With the evolving changes in the post office's mission formats, Wang Ye who had started to guess at the mysteries of the post office, now finds himself puzzled by it once more.
Moreover, the reward is just a ghost official uniform?
Though it must be said, the ghost uniform did help block a calamity for him previously. Based on the post office's reward system, this mission shouldn't be too difficult.
But considering how badly he was hoodwinked by the post office during his last trip to the Salvage City, he must still proceed with caution.
After leaving the post office and checking up on Xiao Wu again, Wang Ye sets off with Xiao Si.
...
Fu Mansion.
This is one of the few villa districts in Shangjing City.
Different from those in the days before the Dark Night, its residents are mostly families of espers, rather than the wealthy.
Some of the villas also house espers themselves, to protect these people.
Yu Xin is a woman in her thirties who has managed to maintain her figure quite well.
Her husband was an esper in the Operations Unit, killed in a supernatural incident, leaving behind only her and a five year old daughter.
As the widow of a martyr, she was assigned residence in this villa district, living in hardship with her daughter.
Just as usual after buying groceries and returning home, Yu Xin boiled water and started preparing a meal. Her daughter sat in front of the TV, watching science videos about precautions against ghosts.
Everything was tranquil.
As she cooked, Yu Xin would glance up now and then at her daughter, gazing upon her with fondness and indulgence.
After her husband's passing, her daughter had become her sole emotional support.
In a moment of distraction, Yu Xin somehow felt as if something was peeping at her. She instinctively looked around, but noticed nothing amiss.
Just then, the kettle started boiling.
Yu Xin shook off that bizarre sensation and removed the lid from the pot.
In the steaming water, it seemed a human face was reflected back, gazing at her numbly.
The visage was that of her late husband.
Yu Xin recoiled several steps in fright, dropping the lid with a loud clang.
Startled by the sudden noise, her daughter looked up, wide eyes staring at her mother.
Yu Xin forced herself to swallow hard, then peered into the pot again. The face had vanished without a trace, as if an illusion.
"Mommy..."
Her daughter was frightened into shock, gazing blankly at Yu Xin.
"It's...it's nothing."
Yu Xin struggled to regain her composure, looking at her daughter reassuringly. Then she put the vegetables into the pot, picked up the fallen lid, and replaced it.
Lack of sleep lately must be getting to me. I really need to rest well.
In a daze, Yu Xin saw that face reflected once more in the sheen of the pot lid, standing right behind her, staring at her woodenly.
"Ahhh!!!"
Yu Xin couldn't help screaming, but when she looked again, the face had disappeared yet again.
Her daughter was completely bewildered by her mother's outburst, just staring blankly at Yu Xin.
"It's fine, don't worry."
Yu Xin hurriedly went over and embraced her daughter, murmuring words of comfort, while looking around fearfully.
Just then...
A knock sounded at the door.
Yu Xin shuddered in fright, her face turning ghastly pale as she stared fixedly at the door.
The knocking grew increasingly urgent.
Finally, under Yu Xin's terrified gaze, the door was kicked open violently.
A youth burst into the room, sharp eyes scanning the interior intently.
"Jun?"
Seeing the visitor, Yu Xin relaxed in relief, clearly recognizing him as one of those assigned by the Tian Group to protect esper families.
"Sister-in-law, I heard strange noises from your room just now. What happened?"
Lin Jun scrutinized the room cautiously, a faint glow emanating from his hand, as he questioned in a rapid voice.
Yu Xin's face was still somewhat pale. "I...I saw Old Liu's face in the water, and on the pot lid too. Back then he...he seemed to be standing right behind me."
"Bro Liu?"
Lin Jun was visibly startled. "Don't worry sister-in-law, take your child outside first."
"Please be careful yourself."
Yu Xin nodded and headed for the door carrying her daughter.
For supernatural incidents, ordinary people like herself would only get in the way. Her leaving would allow Lin Jun to react freely.
Just then, the lights in the living room suddenly switched off without a sound. The flames on the stove turned an eerie greenish hue.
A chill breeze blew through, and the front door swung shut with a heavy thud, trapping Yu Xin and her daughter inside.
"A supernatural incident!"
Lin Jun took out his phone and dialed a number, but no one picked up.
He rapidly tried several more, all with the same unanswered result!
Gritting his teeth, he swiftly assessed that as an esper with only a single awakening, this incident was beyond his capability to handle alone.
Now he could only hope other espers sensed something amiss and came to assist.
"Sister-in-law, just keep an eye on your child. Stand in an open area, don't move around, and try not to make any sound."
"Most importantly, do not leave my field of vision!"
Lin Jun instructed in a low and extremely swift voice, standing at their side while continuously scanning their surroundings.
Yu Xin nodded, tightly gripping her daughter's hand. Though afraid, she no longer screamed or shouted chaotically.
The five year old girl already had tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks, yet stubbornly bit her lip and remained silent obediently.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.

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.”