Lin Yu chose the sword in Ying'er's right hand and pointed it toward the Wei faction.
Ying'er continued:
"Within this faction, please select the target you wish to use by numbering them clockwise from 1 to 4."
Lin Yu then gestured for No. 1 (Du Ruxue).
Based on Lin Yu's speculation,
even if he chose to attack someone else in the Wei faction, Du Ruxue would most likely rally support and volunteer to take the damage.
There was no need to give her that opportunity to win people over!
"The player with the highest HP, please close your eyes. Next, Ming Gong with the second-highest initial HP, open your eyes."
"Ming Gong with the second-highest HP, these are your racial skills available for the first round."
"Choose whether to use your left or right hand and which faction to target!"
"..."
In the first round's information,
aside from Shen Buyao effortlessly betraying Lin Yu's intel,
no one else knew anything about the other Ming Gongs' actions.
During Ying'er's subsequent three repetitions, figuring out whose turn it was to open their eyes relied purely on guesswork.
From the information disclosed by Ying'er, the God of the game:
[Neutral Faction Ming Gong]: Lin Yu (Rotting Corpse, infinite HP)
[Wei Faction Ming Gong]: Du Ruxue (Tomb Raider, HP unknown)
[Shu Faction Ming Gong]: Chi Qingshui (Divine Scribe, HP unknown)
[Wu Faction Ming Gong]: Shen Jiuyi (Mermaid Elder, HP unknown)
Once all four factions had taken their actions,
Ying'er addressed the group:
"Daybreak. Everyone may open their eyes."
"Last night, the Wei faction suffered three attacks and received one healing."
"My, oh my, hahaha..."
"Who attacked the Wei faction, and who healed them?"
"It's really quite the mystery!"
"Let me explain the daytime rules for the first round again..."
"Then, the Wei Ming Gong may choose a clockwise or counterclockwise order for the other three Ming Gongs to speak."
Shortly after,
Ying'er spent another two minutes explaining what everyone could do during the day.
Daytime and nighttime actions were entirely different.
In short, daytime actions revolved around overt strategies—expanding influence, seizing territory,
accompanied by attacks, penalties, and the potential triggering of hidden rewards or punishments.
The specifics? All subject to the God's interpretation.
After laying out the rules,
Du Ruxue took the initiative to ask:
"God, may I designate someone to start the speaking order instead of following the left-right sequence?"
Ying'er: "Yes, the rules allow it."
Lin Yu: "???"
What kind of move was this?
It sounded completely unnecessary and meaningless!
Starting the speaking order from Du Ruxue's left or right hand was essentially leaving her the final summary.
Now, by designating someone else, wasn’t she forfeiting that crucial closing opportunity?
However,
Du Ruxue's next move left everyone even more baffled.
"Alright, then I’ll speak first!"
The entire room: "???"
Not only giving up the final summary but also volunteering to speak first?
This was a strategy and debate game none of them had fully played before.
They weren’t even completely familiar with the rules yet.
Wouldn’t it be better to hear others speak first and learn from them?
After suffering three attacks at night,
it was clear that all three opposing factions had chosen to strike the powerful Wei faction first.
Under such pressure, she still wanted to speak first?
Not only was the group confused,
even Ying'er, the God, hesitated for a few seconds.
She looked at Du Ruxue and asked:
"Well... that’s also possible."
"Wei Ming Gong, are you sure you want to speak first?"
"Once others speak afterward, you won’t get another chance!"
Facing Ying'er's well-meaning reminder, Du Ruxue smiled in agreement.
She then clarified that after her speech, the order would proceed as Shu, Wu, and then Neutral.
"Very well. Wei Ming Gong, you may begin your speech."
"Time limit: no more than three minutes!"
As Ying'er's voice faded,
Du Ruxue's sharp gaze swept across the room.
Her cold, unfamiliar aura sent a chill down Lin Yu's spine.
Something was off—terribly off!
This was still the same Du Ruxue,
but when her eyes brushed past Lin Yu, the energy she exuded was entirely different from the warmth she’d shown at the dinner table.
A… personality switch?
Had Aunt Ruxue transformed into Chairman Du?
Following the speaking order Du Ruxue had chosen,
the one left to deliver the final summary would be Lin Yu.
It was just a game.
What new tricks was she planning to pull?
Under the group's watchful eyes,
Du Ruxue began her speech calmly:
"Being attacked by three factions on the first night isn’t surprising."
"I chose to heal my own faction instead of attacking anyone."
"My actions were meant to convey my faction’s stance."
"To all of you, Wei must seem like the strongest faction from the start—"
"With double the resources and troops, as the rules stated, which are key to territorial expansion."
"But you’re all mistaken..."
"The most powerful faction at the start is..."
"The neutral faction!"
As soon as these words were spoken,
all eyes turned to Lin Yu and the others.
Lin Yu couldn’t speak yet, so he could only listen helplessly.
Oh, really?
Trying to shift the blame, are we?
Using the fact that each of the three kingdoms has spies to redirect everyone’s focus onto the neutral faction?
Lin Yu was already formulating his rebuttal in his mind.
Once it was his turn to speak, he would dismantle this argument in one go!
But then again...
The person sitting in the chairman’s seat had formidable business tactics.
And soon,
Lin Yu gained a profound understanding of just how formidable.
"The matter of spies is common knowledge,"
"But for now, we can fully trust our own faction’s allies."
"The spies won’t act immediately, so we can still rely on each other as solid partners."
"What I want to point out is something everyone might have overlooked. Take a closer look..."
"Is the landscape before us truly divided into just three parts?"
"Have you noticed... the neutral faction also has cities and territories?"
"A faction with no supplies, no troops—why would they have cities as their territory?"
"Considering the game’s balance, I suspect..."
"Among their four roles, at least one must have the ability to recruit troops and gather supplies."
"If these resources aren’t displayed openly but hidden instead..."
"Wouldn’t that make us the three major factions mere laborers working for the 'Sima family'?"
The three women of the neutral faction: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
What terrifying analytical skills!
She... she guessed it right!
Huang Feirong’s role, [Noble House]... [Active Skill 1: Private Recruitment of Troops]!
Its abilities matched Du Ruxue’s analysis almost exactly.
And what was even more frightening—
Du Ruxue’s analysis was far from over...
...
(First update for today. Later, there will be a second update and an extra one!)

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.”

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.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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?!