Naya smiled and looked at Luo Wei. "Did you forget what I told you?"
"I've been so eager to see what you'd look like after you've fallen. It must be absolutely delicious, absolutely delightful, don't you think?"
With that, Naya fixed her gaze on Luo Wei's body, eagerly licking her lips.
Her expression was that of someone observing a delicious prey about to be devoured.
Luo Wei showed no fear as he met her gaze, even casually shrugging his shoulders.
"So, what do you plan to do to me?"
Naya immediately looked excited. "You're already a great hero among humans, aren't you? Surely many people are expecting you to sweep away the darkness and bring light to them!"
Luo Wei chuckled. "You're overestimating me. I'm not that great, and not many people even know who I am."
"Oh... is that so..." Naya seemed to mull it over.
"What should I do then...?"
"...Hmm..."
Suddenly, her gaze shifted towards Tilis's direction, and she seemed to recall something, immediately smiling.
"Oh yes! Didn't you just reconcile with your woman?"
Luo Wei stared at her expressionlessly.
Naya's excitement grew more and more.
"Then let me watch you perform in front of the one you love!"
"You two had just made up, imagining a beautiful and happy future together..."
"But that sweet dream hasn't even begun yet and it's already over!"
"She will watch the one she loves fall into corruption and reveal an ominous, hideous face!"
"Maybe! Maybe she'll even be forced to end your life with her own hands out of sorrow!"
"And then, I'll witness her despair until she goes insane and takes her own life! Yes, yes! That's it!"
Naya laughed out loud, slapping her thigh. The plot was so thrilling, it was simply fascinating!
Luo Wei stared at her expressionlessly.
Naya's joyful gaze shifted, "Why such a face? Are you scared?"
"Hehehe! You're trying to stay calm because you're scared, aren't you?"
"That must be it! I'm most looking forward to seeing your calm expression crumble!"
Luo Wei remained expressionless.
He simply quietly pulled out something and aimed it at Naya.
"Not bad, but I have this."
When Naya saw what he was holding, her eyes widened in shock.
"You! You...!"
She revealed an astonished and disgusted expression. "What are you doing with that? Why would you do such a thing? Do you even know what you're doing?"
Luo Wei, seeing her reaction, was also surprised.
From the way she spoke, it felt like he was holding a pile of feces.
But his expression didn't change. Luo Wei smiled slightly and nodded.
"I know what I'm doing."
With that, he picked up the [Elder Sign] he was holding and exaggeratedly smeared it across his face.
Feeling it wasn't enough, he rubbed it all over his body several times.
"Huh? This stone is ice-cold, quite comfortable..."
As Naya watched Luo Wei's actions, her expression gradually turned disgusted...
Luo Wei, holding the [Elder Sign], continued to approach Naya.
"Don't come any closer!"
Naya was furious. Her body flickered, and in the next moment, she had teleported far away from Luo Wei.
Luo Wei silently looked at her.
[Naya]
[Outer God]
[Favorability: 18↓]
Her favorability had plummeted, indicating she was no longer interested in him.
Seeing Luo Wei's shocking actions, Naya looked flustered and angry. Whether Luo Wei had cracked under pressure was unclear, but she certainly had.
She sneered, "Never thought you'd do something like that. How revolting. Since that's the case—!"
"Fine! I won't lay a finger on you! But today, I'll make sure you go completely insane!!"
Luo Wei had an ominous feeling.
Suddenly, Naya waved her hand once more, and three scenes immediately appeared before him.
Luo Wei frowned.
In the first scene, outside a research facility, Tilis was battling the President. Unexpectedly, the President's body began to expand, its wriggling, fleshy form growing seemingly endless.
The magical attacks from the mages landed on its body like they were nothing, and the President's counterattacks became even more vicious, putting Tilis and her allies at a disadvantage.
Luo Wei turned to the second scene.
It depicted an astonishing underground mausoleum, where the earth shook violently and the dim flames flickered incessantly.
Ophelia's ancestor, Antius, who had been about to fall back into slumber, suddenly went berserk, unleashing a terrifying roar as it relentlessly pursued Ophelia and her companions.
The third scene showed a rugged path outside Hegeleisi Town.
Tilis's subordinate, the so-called merciless Grand Elder, was clutching his head in agony. His body had undergone a horrific transformation.
Luo Wei watched as his skin twisted and writhed, as if countless tiny creatures were crawling beneath it. Finally, his skin ruptured, turning into a disgusting mass of rotten flesh and swarming insects, vaguely recognizable as human form.
Now surrounded by a foul black aura, the Grand Elder let out a scream that was utterly inhuman. In an instant, a massive swarm of black insects, like a tide, surged toward the panicking Evelyn.
Seeing Luo Wei's increasingly grim expression, Naya finally revealed her signature gleeful smile again.
"While you humans fear chaos, in this world, chaos and extraordinary power are two sides of the same coin."
"You always try to curb chaos, avoid self-destruction, and so on, but where's the fun in that?"
Naya giggled, "I just gave them a small push, helping their power reach new heights. Otherwise, they'd never have reached this level in their lifetimes."
Luo Wei watched the dangerous situations of Tilis, Ophelia, and Evelyn, his fists clenching tighter.
Naya could sense his growing anger and laughed even more gleefully.
"Now that’s more like it! Much more interesting than before!"
"Luo Wei! The game begins now!"
Naya smiled and winked. "You care so much about them, you certainly don't want to see them die, do you?"
"But I'm sorry~"
She felt that the current scenes weren't enough to instill terror in Luo Wei, so she waved her hand again, presenting another possible future before him.
Evelyn torn to pieces by the Grand Elder's summoned insect swarm; Ophelia dodging her berserk ancestor, only to be buried in the collapsing catacombs; Tilis, eventually running out of magic, perishing together with the President...
Naya propped her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on Luo Wei's expression.
"You're destined to sacrifice one of these women today. I'm really curious—who will you choose?"
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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.”
