The air fell silent for a moment.
???
Xu Tun’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the swirling black mist.
His mind was in complete chaos, unable to process what was happening.
“Is this… someone from the Shadow Garden?”
He muttered to himself, a sense of foreboding rising in his chest.
The next second.
The black mist condensed into a slender figure, wielding an ink-black longsword, exuding an icy, bone-chilling aura.
His face was hidden in shadows, revealing only a pair of eerie green eyes—like a demon from the abyss.
“The Sword Ghost of the Shadow Garden?!”
Qin Luo feigned surprise and shouted, “Are you here to save your comrade?”
Li Xuanfeng responded with a sharp, sinister laugh. “No choice. Xu Tun is too much of a fool. The organization has to clean up his mess.”
With that, he strode over to Xu Tun and pulled him up from the crater.
“Come with me.”
His words were brief and commanding, his voice low and oppressive.
Xu Tun froze, his entire body stiff as if struck by lightning.
“Wait…”
He stammered, trying to shake off Li Xuanfeng’s grip. “I don’t even know you! How do you know my name? And what’s this about the Shadow Garden? I have nothing to do with them!”
Li Xuanfeng sneered, his gaze sweeping over the wary members of the Silver Squad before landing back on Xu Tun. “Xu Tun, you’re quite the actor.”
“Enough pretending. Let’s go. Do you really want to be left behind by the Alliance?”
Qin Luo’s expression twisted into a mix of shock and fury.
He whirled around and pointed accusingly at Xu Tun. “Xu Tun! You still dare deny being part of the Shadow Garden?!”
“No… I’m not…”
Xu Tun panicked—genuinely panicked.
“If you’re not with them, why would he come to rescue you? Wasn’t this all premeditated? Xu Tun, how can you claim you’re not connected to the Shadow Garden?”
As the words fell—
[Whispers of the Wind! Activate!!]
???
That… actually made sense.
Xu Tun was utterly dumbfounded.
He opened his mouth but found himself unable to refute Qin Luo’s words.
His eyes darted around the crowd surrounding the crater.
Some bystanders were already snapping photos with their phones.
Tao Tao’s eyes were red with tears, her expression full of disappointment.
Why… why is this happening…
The absurdity of the situation left him drowning in helplessness.
“Enough talking.”
Li Xuanfeng tightened his grip on Xu Tun’s wrist, his voice icy. “Shut up if you want to live.”
The moment he spoke, Li Xuanfeng’s sword erupted with razor-sharp sword energy, transforming into countless black blade shadows that surged outward in all directions.
The Silver Squad members were caught off guard, forced back several steps, and even the drones were shredded into scrap metal by the onslaught.
Seizing the opportunity, Li Xuanfeng flashed through the air, dragging Xu Tun into a rift that had opened midair.
The rift swallowed them whole before sealing shut without a trace.
Qin Luo’s face darkened. He shielded the onlookers with a surge of spiritual energy while cursing under his breath. “Disgraceful! The Shadow Garden would even attack civilians just to escape!!”
“Sir Qin Luo! Are you alright?”
“Sir!”
The Silver Squad quickly regrouped around him.
Qin Luo waved them off, sighing in frustration. “I’m fine. It’s just a shame they got away.”
“Alright, stay here and reassure the crowd. I’ll report this back first.”
His tone turned serious. “We can confirm Xu Tun’s identity—he’s a member of the Shadow Garden.”
“Understood!”
……
……
Whoosh!
Entering the Realm of Fate.
Qin Luo leisurely sorted through Xu Tun’s threads of destiny.
The thread connecting him to [Young Miss Tao Tao of the Tao Family] had already been severed completely.
“As expected of a protagonist with 1.6 million units of fate energy…”
Qin Luo’s fingers danced along the golden threads of Xu Tun’s tangled web—each one representing a bond that shaped his bright future.
Of course, what Qin Luo cared about was the person behind him.
Anyone with over a million units of fate energy met the minimum requirement to become a [Player].
Let alone someone like Xu Tun, who had 1.6 million.
Qin Luo plucked one golden thread, its inscription reading:
[Empress Linglong—Xu Tun’s destined wife. To break his death line, she chose to kill him, forcing his rebirth. Currently residing in the Great Thousand World, she is Xu Tun’s “backer.”]
Heh.
Found you.
A faint smirk curled Qin Luo’s lips.
With a quick calculation, he could already sense the shift in fate among the Sea Clan.
The abominations must have descended.
And these [Players], these so-called Chosen Ones, were still tied to the interests of beings from higher dimensions.
Well then…
Crack!!
Qin Luo clenched his fist, instantly severing the thread binding Xu Tun and Empress Linglong.
His eyes gleamed with amusement.
The lower world is already in chaos. Now it’s time… to drag you lofty higher-dimensional beings down into the mud as well.
Look forward to it, denizens of the Great Thousand World.
By the time my young mistress and I ascend to your realm, the roles will be reversed.
Every sect leader of the Profound Heaven Realm had already been subdued by the [Total Army Command].
For those Chosen Ones with fate energy exceeding a million, Qin Luo had already laid his traps.
Now, only the final step remained.
The step that could overturn the entire game at the critical moment.
……
……
Su Family Villa.
“??”
“From now on, I have to train nonstop?”
“Until I reach the peak of the True Spirit Realm?”
Su Muwan blinked in confusion at Qin Luo, who had vanished all morning and now suddenly reappeared.
Qin Luo smiled and nodded, pulling out a long-dormant artifact.
[The Cauldron of Fate and Dreams]
“Young Mistress, starting today, you’ll train without pause.”
“We’ll use the time dilation inside the bronze cauldron to accelerate your progress.”
“Huh… You’re really serious about this…”
“Of course.”
“First, let’s take a trip to the Profound Heaven Realm in our dreams.”
“Wait, you can control that too?”
“The Cauldron of Fate and Dreams has ‘fate’ in its name. And since I wield the System of Fate, we can give it a try.”
“So you’re finally dropping the act??”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
【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.)
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.”
