Luo Wei's gaze was cold as he stared at a spot not far away.
Nyarlathotep sat high on an instrument, a wicked smile plastered on her face as she stared intently at him.
"Long time no see, human! Have you missed me~?"
Luo Wei looked at her expressionlessly.
"So it was you..."
"Of course it was me!" Nyarlathotep giggled, happily swinging her little feet back and forth. "What chance would that stupid human have to even touch the Gate of Truth? Dream on!"
"Luo Wei!?" Tilis looked surprised at Luo Wei, following his gaze upward.
"What are you doing? Who are you talking to??"
Luo Wei tightened his grip on her hand, signaling her to calm down.
The black-skinned little girl looked down at the bewildered Tilis and couldn't help but laugh.
"Both of you are fools. The master is a fool, and so is the student she taught!"
Luo Wei frowned deeply.
Nyarlathotep seemed only interested in Luo Wei. Her eyes rolled as she asked in a tempting tone, "Don't you want to know why I did all this?"
Luo Wei shook his head. "Not really."
What was there to ask from a chaotic evil god who was completely insane?
Nyarlathotep pouted, dissatisfied with Luo Wei's response.
"That won't do! The fun is in sharing, so everyone can enjoy it together! It's no fun if only I know..."
Nyarlathotep was like a criminal who, after committing a crime, had to return to the scene just to broadcast the details. She eagerly began to explain to Luo Wei.
"Hehehe! You should have guessed by now. To open that door, all you need is the key! There's no need for a god's flesh and blood as a sacrifice!"
"Hahaha! She believed it! She actually believed it!!"
"What’s with this nonsense about only a god-killer becoming a god? Hahaha! That being wouldn't feel anything from such a pathetic sacrifice! How could it take pleasure in such a common exchange? It only favors seekers of knowledge! Genuine seekers of knowledge!!"
"As for my purpose, hehehe, what purpose would there be~?"
"A life spent tirelessly, yearning to touch the truth, a devout magician who searched half her life for something meaningless, only to fail miserably! And in the end, she went mad out of despair. Is there anything funnier than that?"
Nyarlathotep laughed so hard she could barely catch her breath. The more Luo Wei listened, the darker his expression became.
He thought of the blood-stained notes left by Uthôma and her tragic end.
He thought of Tilis kneeling over her mentor's body, wailing inconsolably.
The master and student, like moths to a flame, pursued the truth but only became a joke, a pitiful, hateful amusement for a chaotic god...
Finally, Nyarlathotep's laughter subsided. She looked at Luo Wei's expressionless face and blinked.
"Oh, and to say I had absolutely no purpose—well, that's not entirely true~"
She waved her hand, showing Luo Wei several scenes.
In each scene, there were various humans, magicians, and other beings, all powerful supernatural entities.
Their opponents were monstrous, grotesque beings.
"Hunting ancient gods is such fun! I’ve always hated those things!"
"Gods fighting gods! Humans fighting gods! Humans fighting humans! Let chaos reign, let it all begin!"
Luo Wei silently watched each scene, every one a complete chaos. In places hidden from sight, the world had already been turned into turmoil by her...
Nyarlathotep, the embodiment of chaos.
She saw chaos as the ultimate joy, and her only purpose was to spread it.
Seeing Luo Wei's expression grow colder, Tilis looked nervously and bewilderedly toward the empty space.
"Luo Wei! What is going on?!
"What did you see? Who are you talking to??"
A chilling, uneasy feeling lingered in her heart. Something was definitely there, something terrifying!
"Tilis, go!" Luo Wei didn't want to drag her into this.
Tilis, however, refused to leave. She immediately cast a spell toward the empty space.
A powerful magical current cut through the air, directly blasting towards the ceiling.
Even after the ceiling was blasted open, revealing the archives on the upper floor, she still hadn't found anything there.
"Luo Wei?" Tilis looked at him in astonishment, suspecting he was seeing a hallucination.
Luo Wei's expression darkened as he looked at the instrument that had been reduced to rubble.
He had just watched as the magical current passed through Nyarlathotep's body without causing any actual damage.
With no place to sit now, Nyarlathotep's mood soured. She shot a resentful glance at Tilis before sitting on a nearby table.
Luo Wei immediately turned to look down at her.
"You're just a projection. Attacking me is useless."
She snorted. "Even if my true form were here, would you little insects dare to face me directly?"
Feeling a bit annoyed by Tilis' presence, she decided to give the mage some trouble.
Suddenly, the entire underground research facility began to shake.
Luo Wei and Tilis turned sharply toward the source of the noise. A colossal being was violently ramming into the wall.
"No! It's the President! He's breaking in!" Tilis gripped her staff tightly, alert.
She was about to go check it out but hesitated, still unsure about leaving Luo Wei. She looked around, trying to figure out what was so terrifying.
Tilis was puzzled, unable to understand the eerie sensation. With a suspicious look, she turned back to Luo Wei.
"Go ahead!" Luo Wei urged. "The President has been consuming magicians and growing stronger. And Helena is still outside. Go help her!"
As Luo Wei spoke, another deafening crash echoed through the room.
Cracks appeared on the white walls, and they could already see the black tendrils of the President poking in, along with his maddened roars.
The situation was getting tenser. Tilis finally nodded.
"Alright, wait here. I’ll deal with the President. If anything happens, call me immediately!"
"Got it."
Luo Wei nodded calmly, as if Nyarlathotep didn't exist, as if nothing had happened.
Watching Tilis' retreating figure, Luo Wei turned his gaze back to Nyarlathotep, who was wearing a mocking expression.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Luo Wei sneered at her.
"Chaos everywhere, trouble everywhere!"
"Your goal has been achieved, your fun seen. Now leave!"
"Hey! Is this how you welcome me?" Nyarlathotep pouted, displeased. "I’ve been thinking about you all this time, and the moment I see you, you’re asking me to leave?"
"Thinking about me?" Luo Wei scoffed. "What’s there to think about?"
"Of course there is!" Nyarlathotep laughed gleefully.
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.”
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.
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
