“You? Staying here?” Caroline looked at him helplessly.
“I know you’re important to Her Highness, Luo Wei. Perhaps she’ll listen to you, but... can you handle so many ghouls?”
Luo Wei glanced at the increasing number of ghouls pouring into the manor.
A confident smile appeared on his face.
“Don’t worry about that. I have my ways.”
Seeing her and the Shadow Guard still hesitating, Luo Wei’s expression turned cold.
“What are you standing around for? Get moving!”
“The best help you can give me right now is not to cause any trouble!”
“Alright, alright...” Caroline exchanged a glance with the Shadow Guard and finally stopped hesitating.
Under the Shadow Guard’s protection, the manor’s servants began to evacuate in an orderly fashion through a small door.
Before leaving, the head maid turned back with a worried look, still uneasy.
“Mr. Luo Wei...”
“Don’t worry,” Luo Wei said calmly, gazing at her.
“I’ll end all of this.”
It started in this manor, and it will end here. I’ll return a normal princess to you all.
...
After all the servants had evacuated the manor, the vast hall was left with only Luo Wei.
And an ever-growing number of ghouls...
Luo Wei kept his eyes on the ghouls’ movements, his feet immediately springing into action.
With nearly 50 points in [Agility], he moved as if his feet were greased.
Though he didn’t have the Shadow Guard’s otherworldly speed, it was more than enough for Luo Wei at this moment.
A crimson shadow darted swiftly through the manor. Luo Wei used Vampire Magic to cut down any ghouls that tried to block his path, carving his way through the horde like a blade through thorns.
The ghouls chased relentlessly, and soon a dark mass followed closely behind him.
Luo Wei led them, gradually steering them toward the kitchen on the first floor of the manor.
His long-laid plans were finally coming into play. He searched the kitchen for the massive steam boiler.
Every time he offered to cook for Ophelia, he had secretly sabotaged the equipment—the magical devices in the kitchen, the massive steam boiler responsible for the manor’s heating... almost every device that used Magic Crystal Stones had been tampered with.
He had constantly adjusted the power output, overloading or underloading the devices, pushing them to their limits... It was a miracle they had lasted this long.
Originally, his plan was to tie this to the shocking “airship explosion case” that had shaken the Royal Capital, drawing attention to the situation.
At that level, even Ophelia, as the fifth princess, wouldn’t be able to cover it up.
He hadn’t expected it to serve another purpose now—killing two birds with one stone.
Luo Wei quickly adjusted the steam boiler, cranking the Magic Crystal Stone-powered device to its maximum capacity. Still unsatisfied, he piled up the Magic Crystal Stones he had stripped from other devices nearby...
As the steam boiler roared and trembled, and the faint blue glow of the Magic Crystal Stones lit up the floor, Luo Wei’s heart raced.
The terrifying scene he had witnessed with Helena that day flashed before his eyes.
Did I overdo it? Am I going to blow myself up too...
But there was no time to think. The kitchen was now packed with ghouls, blocking every exit. If he didn’t run now, it would be too late.
Luo Wei flipped open a window, leaped out of the manor, and sprinted toward the garden without looking back.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Ten seconds...
Just as Luo Wei, exhausted, gritted his teeth and continued to dash forward, a burst of blue light erupted behind him.
The shockwave followed immediately. The massive magical energy released from the out-of-control Magic Crystal Stones shattered every window in the manor.
Even though he was a hundred meters away, Luo Wei could still feel the wind rushing toward the back of his head.
He dove onto the garden lawn. Even with his ears covered, the deafening explosion behind him left him temporarily deafened.
Trembling, he looked back.
The elegant manor in the southern suburbs had been reduced to rubble in the explosion.
Countless bricks and debris were scattered into the sky.
A nauseating smell of burnt flesh wafted through the air.
Luo Wei stared at the ruins. A raging fire had erupted amidst the wreckage, and not a single ghoul was in sight.
He let out a sigh of relief.
The shockwave from the explosion left his chest tight and his body covered in bleeding wounds, leaving him battered and bruised.
He sat on the ground, looking at the ruins with a bitter smile.
The sky didn’t seem as dark anymore, and he could vaguely see the distant scenery. It seemed the invasion of the Dreamlands hadn’t spread too far yet...
“Ophelia, you’re watching, aren’t you...”
Luo Wei looked up at the sky with a wry smile. He didn’t know where Ophelia was, but the faint sense of being watched had never disappeared.
“What’s the point of all this? Do you really think you can use your power to make the Dreamlands interfere with reality?”
“You’re powerful, but you’re underestimating this world. Even in this city, there are countless experts...”
“You’ve failed...”
“No!!!” A hoarse voice suddenly echoed through the air.
“I haven’t failed!! I haven’t failed!”
She screamed in defiance, her voice so close it felt like she was right beside him.
Luo Wei turned his gaze to the withered flowerbed.
In the Dreamlands, this place was always a sea of blooming flowers, stretching endlessly.
But in reality, it wasn’t yet the season for flowers. That beautiful scene was nothing but an illusion.
Ophelia’s figure appeared in the flowerbed, sitting cross-legged and motionless. She had been hiding here all along.
Her appearance was now half-human, half-monster.
A corrosive black mist surrounded her, and the garden plants that had yet to bloom withered instantly, turning into putrid black liquid.
“I haven’t lost! I haven’t lost!!”
She repeated these words like a mantra, her voice filled with madness.
“Once I merge the two worlds, reality will become illusion, and illusion will become reality!”
“In my domain, anything is possible!!!”
“Until the Dreamlands invade every corner of the world...”
She laughed maniacally, her voice twisted and deranged:
“Then, I can do whatever I want! I will be the ruler of everything, and the world will become my cage! And you!”
Her crimson eyes locked onto Luo Wei’s face.
“Will never escape my grasp!”
“This is the world I want!! Otherwise, there’s no meaning to existence at all!!”
As she spoke, darkness once again enveloped the entire world.
Luo Wei stared into those insane crimson eyes.
【Ophelia】
【Race: Human/Nightmare/Ancient God’s Apostle】
【Affection: 100】
【Corruption: 100】
He stood up from the ground.
As he rose, an unprecedented mental assault struck his mind.
Luo Wei’s body swayed unsteadily. Clenching his teeth, he fought against the overwhelming force with all his might.
Then, with stiff steps, he began to walk toward Ophelia.
“Don’t come closer!”
She screamed, “Stay away!!”
“What are you afraid of...”
Luo Wei smiled bitterly.
“What threat could I possibly pose to you now...”
Gritting his teeth, Luo Wei continued to struggle toward Ophelia.
He gradually entered the thick black mist.
The mist immediately began to corrode his skin, and he felt a burning, searing pain all over his body.
The exposed skin on his arms began to turn black.
His hair seemed to burn, curling, drying, and melting away...
All the wounds on his body that hadn’t yet healed began to fester, oozing thick, black blood.
By the time his entire body was submerged in the black mist, the wounds were so deep that bone was visible.
The pain was unbearable...
It was an unbearable agony—burning, tearing, corroding... as if trapped in the eternal flames of hell.
Luo Wei's eyes were bloodshot, and he began to lose sight of the world around him...
"Don’t come any closer!!" Ophelia's panicked voice trembled, even carrying a hint of tears.
"You’ll die! You’ll absolutely die! Don’t come near me!!"
Damn it, maintaining this domain was already at its limit...
Overexertion of her power had left her completely immobilized.
Unless... she ended all of this herself...
But she would never do that!!
Hearing Ophelia’s desperate cries, Luo Wei seemed to turn a deaf ear, continuing to trudge forward.
Though it was only a dozen meters away, it felt as if he were crossing an entire world.
Gradually, his body hunched over, like an old man stumbling with every step.
Yet he kept moving forward...
Resolutely.
Step by step.
"You’re insane! Absolutely insane!!"
Ophelia screamed.
"Don’t you feel pain?? Aren’t you afraid of death??"
Her last shred of clarity seemed to be provoked by Luo Wei’s actions.
Finally.
The pitch-black sky stopped spreading, and the world began to return to normal.
Ophelia, trembling with fear, watched as Luo Wei, step by step, approached her as if emerging from the depths of hell.
She finally ceased the invasion of the dream realm into reality.
The black mist in the garden thinned out instantly.
Luo Wei let out a bitter laugh, sighing in relief.
Looking at Ophelia, now within arm’s reach, at her tear-streaked, terrified, and trembling face.
Luo Wei gently embraced her.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
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.”
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?"
