Guan Jinyue let go, her movement crisp and clean.
"You almost walked in just now."
Chen Guan glanced at where she had grabbed his wrist, a faint chill still lingering there.
"Didn't realize you had that much strength."
Guan Jinyue lowered her sword again: "And you still have the energy to comment on that now?"
Chen Guan looked toward the circular pool. The silver-blue ancient script had fallen quiet again, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than an illusion.
Guan Jinyue watched him: "What did you see just now?"
Judging from his state, Chen had clearly been seduced by an illusion.
Chen Guan thought for a moment and quickly gave the keywords: "A snowy plain, a child, a robed figure without a face."
Guan Jinyue frowned: "And what else?"
Too few clues, truly hard to judge.
Chen Guan tried to recall the child's mouth movements from before and said uncertainly, "He seemed to be telling me... go home?"
Ever since arriving in this world from the Blue Star, "go home" was the phrase he hated hearing the most.
Because he knew he couldn't go back.
And because he knew that even if he did, there might be no one waiting for him in the same place as before.
The silver-blue patterns in the circular pool lit up again. The noise in his mind grew sharper.
Baal's voice forced its way through the static, lacking its usual casual, watchful tone.
"Kid, don't stare at that damn pool too long."
Chen Guan's eyelids twitched: "Finally got through?"
"This place crammed half an iceberg down my throat. Lord Bael's breath feels frozen right now. Talking at all is already doing you a favor."
Baal paused, his tone turning serious: "That's not ordinary script. That's the remnant of an oath from the old era. Strange—you sure have a knack for attracting relics of the ages. I haven't seen these things in years."
Chen Guan stared at the pool's walls: "Oath remnants?"
"A promise carved into the rules. The one who swore it died, the witnesses died, the era passed—but it still remains. Usually used between masters and servants, or husbands and wives."
Baal's voice began cutting in and out, signal failing again.
He didn't last long before dropping off the line. Now it was just the two of them again. Chen Guan swept his gaze around once more.
In the first ring of murals, the Lord of Nothingness stood high above a dark city.
In the second ring, the Lord of Nothingness led the Child across deserts, coastlines, snowy plains, and human cities.
On the inner wall of the circular hall, the Lord of Nothingness's face had been destroyed, but the Child's figure remained intact.
Chen Guan suddenly spoke: "From the moment we came in, it's been making us look at the... the Robed One."
Guan Jinyue followed his gaze.
Chen Guan walked over to one of the murals.
In it, the Lord of Nothingness stood in front of the Child, while city dwellers threw stones at them.
The Lord of Nothingness's face was a mess of destruction.
But the Child had been preserved, even the tears in the edge of his cloak were clearly visible.
"The Robed One was scratched out."
Chen Guan raised his finger toward the Child: "He wasn't."
Guan Jinyue understood quickly: "So what's really been preserved here is the Child."
Chen Guan hummed in agreement.
Guan Jinyue stood beside him and said in a low voice: "The core is the Child."
"This site wasn't built for later generations to worship that godlike Robed One."
Chen Guan looked at the last mural, which only showed the little boy alone. He knew Guan Jinyue's inference was reasonable.
At this point, things seemed to have hit a dead end with no other clues. But Chen Guan knew he still had power from beyond this world.
I choose you, forum!
Chen Guan opened the forum. But before he could search for keywords, the first thing he saw was a glaring title.
-- [Analysis of Chen Guan's Death and Predicting the Next Plot]
Chen Guan: ???
I died? Since when did I not know?
He checked the section; it was the plot analysis section, not a fan-fiction zone. Meaning these people were serious.
Driven by some strange compulsion, Chen Guan clicked on it.
The main post directly displayed a high-definition image of the ruins of Modu, along with a scene of Chen Guan's half-destroyed body dissolving at dawn.
[President of Chen Guan's Fan Club (Cyber-Vengeful Spirit Version): I HATE THIS! I HATE THIS! My Guan! My Guan!]
[Cheerful Netizen's Dog: Sofa. President, accept my condolences. Lord Chen lives forever!]
[Those Who Hand Out Daggers Must Swallow a Thousand Needles: Wuwuwu my Guan, my handsome man is gone just like that? I don't believe it! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!]
[Prophet: Calm down, you guys. This is obviously a plot kill. Don't forget our Coffin Brother's setup. Don't panic—I'm blind-guessing there'll be a fake-corpse revival.]
[Overtime Victim: What does the person upstairs know? Look at the protagonists back in Modu—An Changqing was about to break down, Long Ao directly mobilized the military, Su Yuehe used the council's highest authority. I'm crying.]
Chen Guan stared at the rapidly refreshing comments on the screen, feeling a subtle disconnect from this world.
Guan Jinyue sensed his prolonged silence. She looked away from the murals and asked what he had found.
Chen Guan looked up and gave a vague reply, then continued quickly scrolling.
Guan Jinyue didn't press further and quietly stood by, taking another careful look at this strange circular hall.
Chen Guan clicked on the replies from the thread starter. Their words were full of grief.
[President of Chen Guan's Fan Club (Cyber-Vengeful Spirit Version): Bad news, kids. This isn't a drill! The officials released a death report! DNA was found! Conclusion: complete dissipation. Even the soul is gone. Brothers and sisters, get the knife blades ready!]
More wailing followed below.
"Oh my God, even DNA came out. Can he still come back to life? The writers have no heart!"
"It's over. It's really going to get painful now. Looking at how these friends reacted, the next plot point is definitely revenge."
"I'm going to blind-guess that the two hot-tempered redheads will charge out first. Hiss... could this be the real reason for Long Ao's dark turn? Calling in a dark boss to get revenge?"
Chen Guan read through these analyses. He kept scrolling down, and soon another new post was pushed to the top.
[Long Ao's Perspective: Revenge, First Stop--The Northern Demons!]
Chen Guan swiped the screen and clicked into that post.
The post had no extra fluff. Just screenshots and brief text descriptions.
The first screenshot showed Hong Yuan carrying a huge axe as she walked through the mud. Rain soaked her hair, and the axe dragged a long trail on the ground.
The second screenshot showed Long Ao walking beside her, fists clenched tightly and jaw set hard.
The third screenshot showed An Changqing standing in front of the ruins, clutching a rain-soaked death report.
Chen Guan continued swiping down. The post used text to describe their conversation in detail.
"The blood debt the demons owe us—I'm writing it down today, for good."
Hong Yuan's voice, even through the text, carried a sense of finality.
"Count me in on the revenge list."
Long Ao chimed in beside her, his tone heavy.
"That list includes me too."
An Changqing followed, making his stance clear.
Su Yuehe used her authority to demand all intelligence on the demons from the council. Yin Chen promised that the search and rescue on site would never stop, and that external investigations would never cease either.
Chen Guan watched the screen in silence and said nothing more.
It turned out that in places he never knew about, so many people had already been working tirelessly to avenge his death.
] [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!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
