Red walked silently across the web made of white spider silk.
Her three crimson eyes looked at Chen Miemie, revealing an expression of extreme excitement.
To Red, prey being entangled in her silk usually meant the battle was already over.
Chen Miemie exerted a little force and found that the spider silk was not only tough but also extremely sharp. If it were an ordinary person, let alone whether they had the strength to break free, even moving around randomly would cause the silk to cut into their skin, tearing their flesh open.
Chen Miemie tried to strive for a peaceful dialogue: "We are here as guests. How about you bring out a couple of fruit platters, and we can be friends."
Red's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a bit angry inside. What she liked was the wailing of her prey before death, not this kind of calm composure.
"Interesting. Pretending to be calm? Let me guess, you're stalling for time? It's useless. No one can escape my silk..."
Before Red could finish her sentence, Chen Miemie, along with his clothes, completely turned into moonlight. He first turned ethereal to slip out from the entanglement of the spider silk, then took a step forward and solidified once again.
"You... you actually managed to break free! But it's no use. How many times can you use an ultimate move of this magnitude? My spider silk is everywhere here. From the moment you entered my pavilion, you were already trapped by endless spider silk. You cannot escape."
Even aberrations knew that powerful moves consumed a lot of energy and had long cooldowns.
Chen Miemie agreed with most of Red's words, only correcting one minor point:
"You're right. The only slight flaw is that it should be 'we' have surrounded you."
"What do you mean?"
Answering Red was the rapidly changing environment around them.
After a layer of power spread across the entire classical pavilion, its surface rippled with a faint, warm luster. The dilapidated red pavilion transformed into a porcelain building;
The originally heavily damaged walls, doors, and windows of the pavilion, which should have remained holes even after turning into porcelain, were now filled and repaired with paper materials;
Some small water sources around turned into water droplets, suspended in the air across the entire area, like a rain that was about to fall but hadn't;
At the ends of the spider silk hanging from the ceiling, many pineapple roast chickens appeared. Due to their heavy weight, they dragged the threads down to the floor;
On the giant spider web beneath their feet, every single thread was wrapped with a corresponding yellow thread of moonlight. The white and yellow threads intertwined, causing the entire web to radiate a faint halo.
In an instant, Red's home turf had turned into an unfamiliar place she completely didn't recognize.
Red looked around, her eight spider legs trembling slightly with unease.
"I admit, I underestimated you. No, I underestimated all of you."
"Can we talk properly now?"
"Talk about what? It seems you came looking for me on purpose."
"No, we didn't know you at all before this, but we are looking for like-minded partners."
"Should I be honored to be chosen?"
Chen Miemie shook his head: "Ms. Red, if your ability is just ordinarily spitting silk to capture enemies like a spider, then regrettably, you do not meet the entry requirements of our organization."
"My rationality tells me that letting you keep this perception and leave is the least troublesome choice. But my intuition keeps flashing in my head, urging me to establish a deeper connection with you."
"Interesting. Is this also your ability? Spider-sense?"
"I don't know, but I choose to trust my intuition. Red Thread!"
With a soft shout from Red, she released even more spider silk from her body.
This time, the spider silk was not white, but red.
The red spider silk filled the world at an extremely fast speed.
This red spider silk was actually ethereal; it was unstoppable and impossible to defend against.
Qinghua, Bobo, Pure Water, and Origami were all pierced by this silk.
Red's cold voice rang out: "Retract your abilities, do not attack me."
Qinghua and the other aberrations, as if hypnotized, actually retracted their abilities.
As soon as their abilities were retracted, the scene reverted to the appearance of the red pavilion.
The only one left normal at the scene was Chen Miemie.
He had also been pierced by the red silk thread and sensed a wondrous energy, but it didn't have any effect on him.
"Clap, clap, clap," Chen Miemie applauded.
"A very impressive method, to actually be able to control your opponents."
"Not impressive enough, it failed to control you." Red looked at the yellow and white silk threads on the ground that still retained their luster.
"It's already very good. Among Qinghua and the others, there is an existence at [Mystery] 6. The fact that you can crowd-control them is amazing enough."
"Are you their leader?"
"Yes."
"If you want me to join you, you must be able to defeat me."
"As you wish."
What followed was a battle of silk threads.
White physical spider silk, red ethereal spider silk, and yellow moonlight silk that could freely switch between physical and ethereal, constantly flashed within the interior space of the pavilion.
Pillars and walls were sliced, scraped open, and punctured.
Chen Miemie was a man of light particles, fearless of attacks, standing firmly in place without moving.
Red was a creature of flesh and blood. With the agility of a spider, she flashed and moved across the web, constantly dodging the attacks of the yellow silk.
For the first time, Red felt that saturation-style silk attacks were so cheap, finally experiencing the feeling of the prey she usually targeted.
If the battle dragged on, Chen Miemie would definitely win.
Red's white silk could not target him, a man of light particles, and the red silk could not affect him.
On the contrary, a prolonged defense would inevitably lead to a loss. As long as the yellow silk struck Red, she would be injured or even killed.
Chen Miemie did not want to win through a war of attrition; he wanted Red to submit wholeheartedly.
"Red, this is a move I created on the spot after meeting you. It is a gift to you, and also your final test. Please, don't die."
"Hold on tight, [Eternal Moon: Balloon]!"
The world seemed to freeze.
The Eternal Moon in the sky leaned down toward this side, its yellow lunar disc appearing exceptionally large.
All the nearby silk threads seemed to be subjected to an invisible and irresistible gravitational pull. Thread by thread, they flew toward the sky.
Soon, all the red and white silk threads at the scene flew into the sky, heading toward the Eternal Moon.
After the silk threads flew away, the gravity did not stop. Its ultimate target was Red.
Chen Miemie stopped all other attacks.
"Red, unleash your natural instinct to spin silk to your heart's content. Risk your life, do everything you can, and spit out all your silk."
The gravitational pull was extremely targeted, affecting only the silk threads and Red. Nothing else, not even the leaves on the ground, was pulled in the slightest.
Red's entire body trembled, her face flushed red as she fought against the gravity.
The gravity would first attract the silk, and only when there was no silk would it target her. This forced her to continuously spit out silk.
Her intuition told her that if she was pulled into the sky by the gravity, she would die.
"What is this?" Red, rapidly spitting silk with veins bulging on her face, barely managed to squeeze out a sentence.
Chen Miemie looked at the Eternal Moon in the sky.
"Have you ever seen children playing with balloons? A thin string ties a floating balloon, held in their hands.
[Eternal Moon: Balloon] is what I imagined based on that, with the Eternal Moon as the balloon and the silk threads as the balloon's ribbon.
Red, you need to force yourself to spit out a silk thread long enough until it connects to the Eternal Moon.
If you fail, you will be taken into the sky, like a balloon released into the air, and disappear forever;"
If you succeed, then congratulations. You will become the very first spider to spin a thread from the moon and descend upon the world.

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!

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

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.”