"Finally, I wish the month-long Industrial Exposition a complete success!"
Amidst the applause and cheers, Luo Wei stared at Charlton II on the high platform, his gaze growing colder by the second.
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"What's wrong, Luo Wei?" Ophelia immediately noticed the shift in his expression. "Have you already spotted the assassin?"
Luo Wei suppressed his overt killing intent and turned to her. "Forget about the assassin for now."
"Huh?"
Luo Wei lightly touched his ring, using magical communication to summon everyone.
"What is it, brother?" Helena quickly responded.
"Did you find something unusual?" Tilis asked.
"We’ll talk at home," Luo Wei said, scanning their surroundings. "This isn’t the place for it."
Ophelia grew even more puzzled and lowered her voice. "But weren’t we supposed to escort the convoy all the way? Are we just abandoning Father now?"
Luo Wei glanced at Charlton II and smirked. "Don’t worry about him. He’s the safest person in this entire city."
Ophelia was still struggling to catch up. Initially, everyone had been misled by Eleya into believing the assassination attempt would happen en route.
But now, the one who most wanted the emperor dead was Luo Wei himself.
Back in the old mansion’s living room, everyone turned to Luo Wei, unsure what scheme he was brewing.
"So, what’s next?" Tilis asked curiously. "What do we do?"
"First, we sleep." Luo Wei took off his coat and tossed it onto the sofa.
"Huh?" Ophelia blinked, then gave him a strange look.
"Everyone, come with me—to my room." Luo Wei glanced back at their stunned faces. "Oh, right, Helena, you too."
"What? Her too?" Ophelia’s eyes widened.
Helena looked around at everyone, then at her brother, blushing as she lowered her head.
"What are you thinking?" Luo Wei sighed at Ophelia. "I meant actual sleep—just sleep!"
Tilis burst out laughing. "A dirty mind sees filth everywhere."
Ophelia rolled her eyes dramatically.
Soon, everyone had gathered in Luo Wei’s bedroom, leaving only a bewildered Eleya alone in the empty living room.
...
Three minutes later, Luo Wei appeared in "another" Crystal Palace.
Though the surroundings were identical to the real exhibition hall, there were no bustling crowds—just an eerie, hollow silence.
"Brother, are we holding a meeting in the dream world?" Helena asked curiously.
"Exactly," Luo Wei replied.
They were indeed "dreaming together." Everything around them was an illusion he had constructed—their real bodies were fast asleep in their own beds.
As for how he got them all to fall asleep in just three minutes… well, it was a callback to Season 2. Luo Wei had called over Caroline, Ophelia’s expert hypnotist of a maid.
"Why hold a meeting in the dream world?" Tilis asked. "For secrecy?"
"No," Luo Wei shook his head. "We’re running out of time."
Under normal circumstances, the emperor would depart after his speech. The convoy would take about half an hour to reach the bustling downtown area where the "assassination" would occur, and another hour to return to the palace.
In the dream world, where the brain processes things much faster—roughly ten times the speed of reality—five real-world minutes equated to an hour here. This gave Luo Wei ample time to simulate and analyze the deadlocks they’d faced in previous attempts.
With only one chance left, he couldn’t afford carelessness—not when his life was on the line. He needed to scrutinize every detail, and this time, he wouldn’t shoulder the burden alone.
He chose to rely on everyone’s strength.
Luo Wei waved his hand, and the scenery shifted. They now stood in a noisy, crowded downtown street, watching the emperor’s convoy slowly pass by.
"This is what’s about to happen."
Soon, the long-hidden assassin, Priest Lance, unleashed a wide-range [Judgment]. Spears of light rained from the sky, and amidst the panicked screams of the crowd, the bloodied Pope was carried away.
Then the scene changed again—this time to the front of St. Carlen Cathedral, where they witnessed Adrian’s head being severed by Eleya.
This was the first ending: the Church’s leadership annihilated, the Holy Edict Church falling under Eleya’s control.
"So…" Ophelia murmured. "Her target was never Father—it was the Pope…"
"It’s not over yet." Luo Wei waved again, showing them a second scenario.
The oppressive weather faded, replaced by a refreshing sea breeze as they arrived at a coastal town near Brugge.
But this picturesque town was now filled with screams and gunfire. In the distance, hordes of monsters swarmed ashore, while priests frantically tended to the wounded.
This was the second ending: priests across the nation, hearing a divine summons, rejoiced at what they believed was the return of the Light God. Soon after, Weignar became the true "Land of Holy Light."
"This woman is something else," Tilis muttered. "To think she had a backup plan… I really underestimated her."
"It’s still not over," Luo Wei said.
"Still not over?!" Ophelia gasped. "If that’s the case, she’s truly terrifying…"
"The next part has nothing to do with her." Luo Wei sighed. "It’s about that old bastard in your family."
"Huh?" Her light-colored eyes blinked in confusion.
"Take a good look at what Charlton II did." Luo Wei smirked coldly, unveiling the final scene.
After a mutually destructive clash with Eleya, Charlton II swooped in like a mantis stalking a cicada. With the Church in ruins, he seized the moment to declare war.
The dream world couldn’t perfectly replicate reality—it could only reconstruct Luo Wei’s memories, letting them experience what he had seen and heard. The unseen battles had to be filled in by his narration.
Then came the moment when Luo Wei and Ophelia, hand in hand, faced death together.
The city guard, seizing the opportunity while supernatural powers vanished, purged their enemies. Even Fred, one of the three legendary warriors, was effortlessly killed by an ordinary bullet.
Tilis stared in disbelief. "How could such an ability exist? To erase all supernatural power? That’s impossible!"
The witch’s confusion mirrored Luo Wei’s own. That’s why, of the three scenarios, the last one was the most detailed.
The moment he realized how overpowered this ability was, he had meticulously recorded every observable detail—allowing him to present it to them now with precision.
"That's all." Luo Wei's tone was grave. "This is what will happen next. As you can see, every wrong choice will lead to devastating consequences."
"So that's how it was..." Ophelia gazed deeply ahead, watching the scene of "herself" and Luo Wei holding hands, standing fearlessly before countless gun barrels as they exchanged vows.
After a long silence, she turned to Luo Wei with a soft smile. "Back then, I had no idea... there really would be a next time."
"Told you I wouldn't lie." Luo Wei teased, "Didn't I keep my word?"
"Luo Wei..." Ophelia took his hand. The moment she witnessed that scene, everything became clear to her.
Thinking of how he had narrowly escaped death so many times before, an ache stirred in her heart.
He must have endured countless agonizing cycles to stand here now—cracking jokes with her as if nothing had happened, reuniting safely with everyone...
Her light-colored eyes shimmering faintly, Ophelia leaned against Luo Wei's shoulder and gently embraced him.
Why had he waited until now to say anything...
"Don't be sad. It's not like I actually died all those times." Luo Wei wrapped an arm around her slender waist, comforting her with a smile. "It's just a kind of foresight—seeing different futures based on different choices. It wasn't as tragic as you're imagining."
Ophelia lifted her eyes slightly, but after just one glance, she lowered them again with a resigned sigh.
Lying again.
This was absolutely not as simple as "foreseeing the future." The details were far too vivid, too real—no one could fabricate such intricate authenticity unless they had lived through it. The scenes she had just witnessed felt as though he had experienced them firsthand.
Yet she didn't call him out. If he had always been reluctant to speak of it, there must be a reason...

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!