After the knights finally killed the group of frenzied superhumans,
the trusted aide carefully protected the Third Prince by his side.
"Your Highness."
"It's fine," the Third Prince waved his hand, his sharp gaze shifting to a black carriage speeding down the street.
His eyes followed the carriage as it gradually disappeared into the distance.
"That’s the Fifth Prince’s carriage, heading towards the West District," he frowned thoughtfully. "Has Luo Wei been released?"
"That seems to be the case," the aide immediately replied. "Luo Wei lives on Riverside Road in the West District, which is indeed in that direction."
The Third Prince nodded slightly. "After we finish handling things here, send someone to keep an eye on him."
The aide hesitated, "But His Majesty has assigned us to suppress the remnants of the Truth Cult in the lower district. Our manpower..."
The Third Prince turned his cold gaze toward his aide. "Laure, since when have you dared to question my orders?"
Laure immediately lowered his head. "I wouldn’t dare, I’ll get it done right away..."
...
The black carriage slowly came to a stop outside the old mansion, and everyone stepped out one by one.
Luo Wei looked around. The fog here wasn’t as thick as in the city center, but the streets were eerily empty. Every household had their doors and windows tightly shut, and a sense of unease permeated the city.
Ophelia reluctantly bid Luo Wei farewell.
"It’s too dangerous out here. Stay in the mansion and don’t go out," she said.
Luo Wei smiled and nodded.
"And..." her brows remained furrowed with worry. "I have a feeling something bad is about to happen. But this time, don’t get involved like you used to..."
She held Luo Wei’s hand, continuing to fret over him. "Be good, listen to me. Don’t go investigating those dangerous things anymore. Whether people live or die has nothing to do with you."
Luo Wei looked at her helplessly, thinking to himself that he’d love to stay out of these matters, but the system tasks wouldn’t let him off the hook...
Still, faced with Ophelia’s gentle and patient reminders, he could only nod insincerely.
"Got it. You should hurry back to the palace. It’s the safest place there."
"You’re lying!" Her light-colored eyes instantly turned cold as Ophelia stared at Luo Wei disapprovingly.
"I really won’t go wandering around. Why don’t you believe me?" Luo Wei looked at her helplessly.
Ophelia smiled, both reproachful and resigned. "Come on, I know you too well. Do you really think you can hide what’s on your mind from me?"
Luo Wei gave her a wry smile. There was no denying it—Ophelia was a master at reading people.
"I know even if I say this, you probably won’t listen..."
Ophelia tightened her grip on Luo Wei’s hand. "But if something happens, don’t rush in recklessly. Make sure to notify me first, and we’ll face it together..."
Luo Wei looked at her and nodded firmly.
"Alright, I’ll listen to you."
This time, he wasn’t lying.
"Then I’ll be going..." she reluctantly let go of his hand. "There are still matters in the palace, and I need to report to my father. Once I’ve dealt with all the miscellaneous tasks, I’ll come back to see you..."
Ophelia’s gaze swept over Helena and Evelyn in the distance before she stepped back into the carriage.
Through the window, her eyes burned with intensity as she stared at Luo Wei.
"Remember what I said."
Luo Wei waved as the black carriage gradually disappeared from view, swallowed by the distant fog.
Only after she left did Helena finally let go of her resentful gaze. She watched Evelyn step forward to unlock the door with a key and took a deep breath.
"Are you really sure about this?" Evelyn turned back with a smile. "Once you step inside, there’s no turning back!"
Thinking about everything she’d witnessed along the way, even Helena, who usually didn’t care much about major events, couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
"Yes," she clenched her fists and stepped through the door without hesitation.
Luo Wei watched the two enter the old mansion and followed them inside.
As soon as he stepped into the living room, the system task immediately popped up.
[Chapter Two: The Wiglen Horror Incident (Final)]
[Save Point: Riverside Road, Old Mansion]
[Remaining Save Slots: 5/5]
With the final moments of this chapter approaching, Luo Wei’s mood grew tense.
He instinctively glanced at Helena, who was sitting obediently on the sofa, and thought to himself, "As the saying goes, 'Before a great battle, there must be supplies.'"
After taking Helena in, his strength would undoubtedly reach a new level. Even in the face of the unknown ahead, he would have an extra layer of confidence.
Meeting her azure-blue eyes, Luo Wei spoke softly,
"Let’s begin."
Helena nodded anxiously.
"Brother, let’s do it!"
Luo Wei silently called out "Contain" in his mind.
As soon as the word left his lips, the entire mansion underwent a transformation.
The ground rumbled, all the doors and windows began opening and closing on their own, and a cold wind swept through the hall, making it feel like a desolate house battered by a storm.
Evelyn, who had passed out last time and missed the containment process, observed the surroundings with curiosity.
It was a terrifying, bone-chilling force, and at that moment, the source of that power was Luo Wei. Evelyn watched him nervously, feeling as though he had transcended the world itself.
Helena, sitting on the sofa, was even more tense. She felt as though she were sitting on pins and needles as her brother’s power ruthlessly and coldly inspected her body, as if it intended to see through everything about her...
Luo Wei expressionlessly observed the data on the panel.
[Helena]
[Affection Level: 100]
[Corruption Level: 20]
[Containment in progress...]
Second after second passed, and finally, after about ten seconds, the mansion’s shaking stopped.
[Containment successful!]
Luo Wei finally smiled, while Helena on the sofa wiped the sweat from her brow in relief.
[Aberration-002]
[Helena]
[002 will be assigned to Room 102 on the first floor. You may use forced containment measures to reduce the aberration’s corruption level and lower its threat.]
[The Containment Director is responsible for overseeing the aberration and its actions. To maintain world stability and restore normal operations, please continue your efforts.]
[Upon successful containment, the Containment Director will gain the aberration’s basic abilities.]
[Lower Mythos Entity: Shoggoth]
[Amorphous Form (Rapid cellular division, allowing the body to change shape and structure) Note: Activation will slightly reduce constitution and agility stats.]
[Psychic Corruption (Releases a powerful mental shock, reducing 5-10 sanity points per second. Note: Effects vary slightly between species, most effective on humans.)]
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
] [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!"
