Oh.
The mention of a "no-female-lead novel" immediately jogged Su Muwan's memory.
She blinked her eyes: "So your script arriving means our world is about to be flooded with Malignancies?"
Malignancies—those seemed to be the malicious byproducts spawned after the Heavenly Dao went mad.
"Not sure. Maybe."
Qin Luo clicked his tongue.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that this world’s difficulty level had been skyrocketing nonstop.
The Chosen Ones hadn’t all been contained yet.
The various factions of the Profound Heaven Realm hadn’t been fully assimilated.
The Ancient Desolation Realm had only just appeared.
And now, Malignancies were emerging too...
Especially those last words from Long Aotian...
There’s something else in the sky?
Qin Luo’s gaze darkened in contemplation.
Seeing his silence, Su Muwan waved it off nonchalantly: "Oh, come on, Qin Luo, why overthink it?"
"Isn’t it normal for there to be other beings in the sky?"
"I mean, you’re a transmigrator, I’m a regressor."
"Then there’s the whole mess of Chosen Ones from fused worlds."
"This world was already a chaotic mess to begin with."
As she spoke, she huffed indignantly: "That’s why there are so many lunatics in this world!"
"In my past life, I was the most normal person! And yet, I was driven to my breaking point by all these psychopaths!"
"Do you get it, Qin Luo? It’s like I was always right, but when too many people are wrong, I ended up looking like the odd one out."
Because...
Those Chosen Ones were just plain insane!
Always picking fights for no reason!
Never mind that I’m carrying multiple villain auras—can’t those lunatics take any responsibility for their actions?
Huh.
You know what?
After Su Muwan’s explanation, Qin Luo stopped dwelling on it.
Fair point.
The world was already this chaotic.
So what if there were other entities in the sky? That was practically expected at this point.
Looking at her puffed-up cheeks, he couldn’t help but tease: "Well, Young Miss, now that you mention it, I can’t help wondering—what if the beings up there see us as livestock?"
"You know, like the whole 'ascension is a scam' theory."
"What if we’re..."
Qin Luo raised his head, staring at the ceiling as if his gaze could pierce through to the heavens.
"...being kept here like cattle, just waiting to be devoured?"
Su Muwan: ?
She gulped and waved her hands frantically: "Hey hey hey hey... can we, like, think positive for once?"
"At worst, the beings up there are just Malignancies."
"There’s no way something strong enough to farm us like livestock exists, right?"
"Though..."
She snorted lightly. "If there’s a higher realm, I’ll just surpass it!"
"And when that happens, I’ll definitely protect you."
Qin Luo chuckled, retracting his gaze to look at her: "Then I’ll be counting on you, Young Miss."
"Hmph!"
......
......
That night.
The darkness was ink-thick.
After coaxing the young miss into a peaceful slumber,
Qin Luo stepped into the courtyard, letting the cool night breeze wash over him.
Leaning back on a recliner, he gazed up at the moon.
Why wasn’t he nestled in the warm, fragrant embrace of the young miss instead...
Qin Luo, currently freezing in the night air, really wanted to ask himself that.
But...
He took a deep breath, his expression tinged with resignation.
Thanks to Long Aotian’s warning about Malignancies, he’d finally realized something.
The "scripts" Doctor Ya mentioned—the ones assigned to everyone—
were inevitable.
For example, Su Muwan’s script was [Strong Female Lead Novel], set in a modern backdrop.
So after her rebirth, she was destined to rise to the top, crushing everyone who’d wronged her in her past life.
But now, with the Heavenly Dao collapsing and worlds merging,
the people she was supposed to trample had been replaced by a horde of Chosen Ones.
Her script had forcibly reset her past life’s tragic end, rebirthing her into this timeline.
Normally, she’d have obliterated all her past enemies after her rebirth.
But due to the world fusion and her strong female lead narrative,
the villain auras from other worlds had converged on her, turning her into this world’s ultimate antagonist.
Yet there was a catch.
The other Chosen Ones’ scripts demanded they slay the final boss.
Su Muwan’s script demanded she crush the Chosen Ones and ascend to supremacy.
Didn’t that create a fatal contradiction?
And this contradiction...
Qin Luo pondered—could it be him?
According to Doctor Ya, he was the "cleaner" chosen by the Heavenly Dao’s will.
His role was to resolve such conflicts and steer the world’s script back on track.
Did that mean...
Su Muwan’s luck alone wasn’t enough to overpower so many Chosen Ones?
Only with his involvement could the script proceed as intended?
Though the script was blatantly biased.
Because right now, the narrative wasn’t about the Chosen Ones defeating the villain—
it was about the villain annihilating the Chosen Ones to claim the throne.
But another issue remained.
Qin Luo’s original script was a no-female-lead story where he eradicated all Malignancies invading his world.
So after all these twists,
Malignancies had still appeared in this world—and exterminating them was his script.
Doctor Ya had warned that altering one’s script led to unforeseen consequences.
What those consequences were, Qin Luo didn’t know.
But if his no-female-lead script clashed with Su Muwan’s strong female lead script...
Wouldn’t that inevitably trigger something disastrous?
...Right?
Qin Luo fell silent.
He couldn’t calculate the outcome—mostly because he couldn’t see his own fate.
Su Muwan’s, however, was clear.
Her death line had transformed into a lifeline. At least she’d survive in the end.
But then... who would die in her place?
...Me?
At that thought, Qin Luo’s lips curled into a serene smile.
Well, if that’s how it is, I swear—even if I become a ghost,
I’ll flog the idiot who wrote this garbage script until they’re convulsing on the ground.
Just then—
[Master, the deployment across thirty cities around Jiangcheng is complete.]
[At your command, the Pollen of Slumber will spread through every city, lulling all inhabitants into sleep.]
[Additionally... I’ve identified these individuals who match the criteria of Chosen Ones...]
[Per your instructions, they either have no family, were once scorned in engagements, rose suddenly from mediocrity, or stumbled upon heaven-defying opportunities.]
[One among them stands out—he’s also... the "Successor of the Soul-Devouring Demonic Art."]
Qing'er’s voice echoed in his mind.
Qin Luo smirked, slowly rising from the recliner.
Haa—
He exhaled a frosty breath, his right hand conjuring a [Weeping Specter] mask.
"Then..."
"Let’s begin."
The materials for shadow creatures...
They’d start with these Chosen Ones.
Time to pick up the pace.
Otherwise... Qin Luo truly felt the difficulty of this world would escalate to a terrifying level.
Especially since his mind kept replaying...
What Ouyang Xuan had once said about the reason the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance had gathered these system holders.
In truth, there was only one reason.
And that was...
To resist the horrifying entities that might appear in the future!
........
........
Meanwhile.
In the vast expanse of high-dimensional space.
The starry river lay crumpled like candy wrappers torn by a child’s hands, with planetary debris floating between pale, skeletal fingers.
A colossus of bones sat upon a bronze throne, its spine spanning twelve collapsed star systems, rotting sinews draping like curtains as they rippled emerald in the vacuum.
Crack—
Gnarled fingers brushed against the bronze collar around its neck, and thirty thousand light-years away, a supernova erupted with a scream of infantile radiation.
The collar’s surface writhed with squirming inscriptions.
Every fissure oozed with pitch-black resentment.
[Abnormality detected in Test Site No. 10086.]
A chorus of overlapping electronic voices echoed within its skull, its decayed eye sockets reflecting a blue planet.
When it pierced through the dimensions and saw the dissipating remnants of the Heart-Devouring Ghost Child over Jiangcheng, the dark matter clouds of the entire Milky Way suddenly seethed.
"Another of Heaven’s Path’s janitors..."
The skeletal claw clenched violently, crushing the Andromeda Galaxy into a pulsing mass of bloody flesh within its grasp.
Its fury manifested as black lightning, shattering an ice giant adrift in the Kuiper Belt.
Three fully matured Heart-Devouring Ghost Children, mid-feast upon stars, froze abruptly, their compound eyes reflecting their master’s wrath.
[Deploy the Glutton Series.]
The bronze shackles around its knuckles glowed ominously as twelve pustules, each larger than Jupiter, coalesced in its palm.
Every pustule’s surface rippled with human faces—those of the "janitors of Heaven’s Path" devoured over the past million years.
Their skin had been flayed and repurposed as incubators for these embryos.
Hum—
A nail crusted with stellar fragments flicked lightly, and the pustules transformed into emerald meteors, piercing through dimensional membranes.
The burning embryos streaked unerringly toward the so-called "Chosen Ones" across countless worlds.
And one of them was headed straight for that blue planet.
"Janitor..."
It toyed with the planet like a marble between its fingers, plasma flowing like molten gold through the gaps in its bones.
"This time, I’ve prepared some... interesting toys for you."
"Let me see... in this little testing ground of mine... just what kind of amusement you, the one who destroyed my child..."
"Can offer me."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
