As Luo Wei sprinted towards Tilis, a revolting sea of flesh had already spread beneath his feet. He watched in horror as the rapidly growing mass of blood and muscle formed into a massive hand that descended from the sky, aiming to crush him.
With a quick dodge, he flashed a crimson glow in his hand.
A blood-red scythe, resembling the one wielded by Evir, sliced through the giant hand like a hot knife through butter.
Blood Magic - Crimson Blade could alter the form of any weapon at will. If one mastered the art of Blood Magic sufficiently, it wasn't impossible to summon a fifty-meter-long cleaver in theory.
Luo Wei cut his way towards Tilis, severing countless fleshly limbs of the "president" along the way.
"Luo Wei?" Tilis exclaimed, her face filled with shock. "What do you want with that key? What are you planning?"
Ignoring the chaos around them, she hurriedly landed beside Luo Wei.
In a hurry, Luo Wei steadied her and began rummaging through her pockets.
"What else? I need to open the door!"
"Quick, quick! Where did you put the key?"
Tilis's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you insane? The Hounds will hunt you to death! You'll die!"
She was thoroughly puzzled by Luo Wei's request. Not to mention his current state made him incapable of resisting the Hounds, but even if he could, Tilis had decided not to open the door after hearing his earlier speculations.
"There's no time to explain!" Luo Wei quickly glanced behind him and urged Tilis, "There's someone far more troublesome than the president chasing me! It's urgent! Just give me the key! Trust me!"
Tilis had never seen Luo Wei so frantic before. Subconsciously, she turned to look behind her.
Instantly, she felt an indescribable horror staring back at her.
This feeling was even more terrifying than the sight of the Hounds she had encountered when the door was last opened...
Trembling, she turned back to Luo Wei, and that single glance was more convincing than any explanation. She immediately realized the gravity of the situation.
This was a problem far more severe than the current crisis with the president...
Without further questioning, Tilis extended her hand, and a rustic key floated into her palm.
Luo Wei snatched the key and glanced back at Naya.
Naya was glaring at the dropped "Sign" on the ground with obvious disgust, her irritated gaze shifting back to Luo Wei.
[Affection Level: 12↓]
"Luo Wei..." Tilis felt the tension rising, her voice trembling. "What is that? What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into?"
"We'll discuss that later! Right now, you have an important task! Very important!"
Seeing Naya's expression grow darker, Luo Wei knew she was stewing in frustration, probably plotting how to kill him. He quickly whispered into Tilis's ear.
"Once I need you, use your most powerful move!"
"Most powerful?" Tilis blinked in confusion. "Soul Torrent? Inferno of Heaven? Or... Dark Annihilation?"
"No, no! The one with massive teleportation!"
Tilis immediately frowned. "Do you mean the super ninth-circle... ancient forbidden Level XII spell?"
"Exactly!"
Tilis stared at him in disbelief, but as Luo Wei quickly revealed his plan, her expression grew even more shocked.
"Is... is that your plan?"
As she watched Luo Wei race off towards the president, she muttered to herself.
"Crazy...
"He's totally mad..."
But in the end, she couldn't help but let out a resigned laugh.
"Ah, well...
"Who am I kidding? I trust you too much... Guess I’ll join you for this wild ride..."
Luo Wei continued to sever the president's fleshly appendages, even summoning a fifteen-meter-long blood blade in a desperate attempt to grab its attention and strike directly towards its central region.
Though he wasn't sure if that was the core of the president's being, it was the place from which the voice demanding "consumption" emanated. As expected, the president's body began to tremble.
It let out a deafening roar, and its body was soon crackling with bursts of energy.
Luo Wei suddenly saw countless eyeballs emerging from the flesh, newly formed, closely packed eyeballs that all locked their gaze onto his figure.
Instead of feeling fear, Luo Wei grew excited.
Right in front of the president, he inserted the key into the air ahead of him, as if there was truly a keyhole there.
Luo Wei remembered the steps to opening the door: first, one had to be sincere... to silently invoke His name, imagining the key could truly unlock an unimaginable doorway...
'I seek truth, to witness the omniscient existence of past and future...'
The key in his hand began to glow faintly, transforming into a silver key adorned with intricate patterns.
Luo Wei turned the key with eager anticipation, unlocking the door.
For an instant, blinding bright light enveloped everyone in the chaotic conflict.
All fighting ceased.
Luo Wei glanced at Naya once more.
She was now resting her chin on her hand, no longer displaying any irritation, but rather keenly watching Luo Wei with an expectant glint in her eyes.
Naya seemed to want to see whatLuo Wei would do, her gaze reflecting her curiosity.
After opening the door, Luo Wei laughed maniacally at the president.
"Idiot, weren't you always seeking godhood?"
"Right here is the truth! The dream of every mage in your life!"
"Don't you dare miss this opportunity! What are you waiting for?"
Luo Wei sneered at the pile of disgusting flesh, as his foot stepped through the gate.
The blinding light enveloped him, and the door symbolizing truth began to slowly close.
The president's entire body shivered with excitement; its boundless flesh began pressing desperately into the narrow threshold.
All the mages present gaped at the scene.
The door's entrance was too narrow, and the president, fearing it would close, screamed in anxious excitement, adjusting its form like a amoeba.
Every bit of flesh piled up in the hall and corridors turned black and rotten, resembling diseased cells dying suddenly, losing all vitality in an instant.
By forcing its front segments into the doorway like a salamander shedding its tail, the president barely twisted itself through, though its frame still appeared awkwardly bloated.
Tilis watched the closing door vanish, her expression already resolute.
In Luo Wei's plan, whether or not she succeeded was crucial.
But she was determined to pull it off.
A dark blue magic circle encircled her feet.
In the blink of an eye, Tilis disappeared from the research institute hall, leaving the startled stares of mages behind.
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?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
