He tried to make his words more convincing, mimicking Sun Wukong’s tone as he spoke.
"You're lying. You’re not Sun Wukong at all."
The little boys still didn’t quite believe him, their eyes filled with skepticism.
Lin Ran: "Believe it or not, I know magic." He decided to prove his identity further.
"What kind of magic?"
The boys were intrigued, eager to see if Lin Ran was telling the truth.
"My backpack can do backflips."
Little Black inside the backpack: ???
Lin Ran flipped upside down, took off his backpack, and tossed it to the ground.
"Watch this."
His movements were a bit comical, but he didn’t care at this point.
Lin Ran formed hand seals and began chanting a spell. The longer he hung upside down, the redder his face grew from the blood rushing to his head.
"I—am—the—great—sage—flip now!"
He chanted loudly, looking utterly serious.
As soon as the incantation left his lips, the backpack actually jumped up. The two boys watched in amazement as the backpack somersaulted.
It was as if the backpack had come to life, flipping over and over on the ground. Their eyes widened with shock and curiosity.
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Backpack Backflips
As the backpack flipped faster and faster, it eventually tumbled into the bushes and disappeared.
Lin Ran: ???
He hadn’t expected this outcome. He’d only meant to stall for time, but now his backpack was gone.
Suddenly, he felt inspired to compose a poem.
[One flip, two flips, three flips more,
Four and five and six galore,
Seven, eight, nine—oh what a sight,
Flipped into the bush, now out of sight.]
Lin Ran silently recited it in his mind, quite pleased with his creativity.
Good poem. Great poem.
"We believe you’re Sun Wukong now. We were wrong—we’ll let you down."
The boys were thoroughly convinced by Lin Ran’s "magic," now certain he was the legendary Monkey King.
[Little Black: "These kids are hopeless. They actually bought that ridiculous excuse."]
Little Black grumbled from the bushes, utterly unimpressed with the boys’ intelligence.
Soon, Lin Ran was freed. He retrieved his backpack from the bushes and dusted it off.
[Little Black: "Heh. I was just checking if there were any ambushers hiding in there."]
[Lin Ran: "Think you’re funny?"]
[Little Black: "Aren’t I? You made this adorable little cat do backflips like some circus act. What were you thinking?"]
[Lin Ran: "Gotta admit, though, you’re pretty quick when it comes to running away."] Lin Ran teased.
[Little Black: "I was this close to leaving you here to fend for yourself."]
Just then, one of the boys spoke up: "Sun Wukong, can you help us win this training match?"
His eyes sparkled with hope.
Lin Ran thumped his chest confidently. "No problem. What are the rules?"
Right now, he just wanted to wrap this up and find Luo Yao.
"Three versus three, fight until one side surrenders or dies. The winners get trained by a really powerful master."
The boy’s tone was eerily casual, as if life-and-death battles were an everyday affair.
Lin Ran’s expression turned to shock.
He couldn’t believe children were involved in something so brutal.
[Little Black: "Dumbfounded, huh?"]
It cursed in Lin Ran’s mind.
Lin Ran suddenly noticed something odd. "Three versus three… but there are only two of you."
He glanced at the boys, puzzled.
"Our teammate hasn’t come back yet. So we’re waiting for her. You just hide, and when the fight starts, use your magic to defeat the other side."
Lin Ran nodded. Finding Luo Yao was his priority—he’d already wasted too much time with these kids.
He just wanted this over with so he could continue his search.
"Who’s your teammate?"
"White-Eyed Wolf. She’s not the nicest, but she’s strong."
Lin Ran immediately realized "White-Eyed Wolf" must be Luo Yao.
While most kids their age were still under their parents’ care, growing up safe and sound, these children were already facing life-and-death battles—the harshest of realities.
Now that he knew Luo Yao would show up soon, Lin Ran wasn’t in a hurry anymore.
"What are your names?"
"I’m Luo Shuigou, and this is my brother, Luo Shuimao."
One of the boys blinked his big, bright eyes and answered in a sweet, childish voice. His youthful face bore a hint of pride, and he looked at his brother with utter reliance.
The Luo family—a renowned and powerful clan, its members as numerous as stars in the sky.
Even after sending so many children out for training, they could still fill their ancestral home to the brim. Truly a flourishing lineage.
For such a massive family to eventually fall under his wife’s control… just how formidable was Luo Yao?
"Alright, since your names are so… creative, I’ll reluctantly help you out."
"Great! Find a hiding spot. We’ll go get White-Eyed Wolf and be back soon."
Luo Shuigou spoke with utmost seriousness, his little face stern like a miniature adult, which was both amusing and endearing.
Lin Ran gave a slight nod, scanning the area for a good place to hide.
The two boys darted off like agile fawns, vanishing into the dense woods in no time, leaving Lin Ran alone.
Knowing they’d return, Lin Ran pondered where to conceal himself. A cave?
No, too obvious. Maybe the bushes—thick foliage could serve as a natural shield, hiding him perfectly.
Then, his gaze landed on an enormous withered tree near the cave.
The tree grew against the mountainside, its trunk astonishingly thick—nearly two meters in diameter.
Its rough bark bore the marks of time, whispering tales of ancient days.
This was no ordinary pine. The mottled patterns and twisted branches suggested an ancient, nameless tree, exuding an air of mystery.
Lin Ran initially intended to hide behind the tree, but as he approached, he suddenly noticed a tangle of wild weeds blocking the base. The unruly plants sprawled and twisted together like a knotted mess.
A surge of curiosity welled up in Lin Ran’s heart. He crouched down and carefully pushed aside the overgrowth.
“There’s actually a hole here?”
Lin Ran’s eyes widened in astonishment.
The opening was neither too large nor too small—just enough for a person to squeeze through. The dark, gaping mouth of the cave exuded an irresistible allure, as if beckoning him forward.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Ran bent down and crawled inside. The moment he entered, the sight before him left him utterly stunned.
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.”
. 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!"
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."
