BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!
Dark mist surged, heaven and earth trembled!
The Shadow Ghost God tore through the void with its six arms, each strike carrying corrosive yin energy as it relentlessly pounded the Skeletal Giant.
"ROAR—!"
The Skeletal Giant staggered back, black ooze spraying from the gaps in its bones, only to rapidly heal.
The crimson flames in its hollow eye sockets flared violently as it suddenly opened its maw, unleashing a pitch-black beam of light!
The Shadow Ghost God spread its bone wings and vanished in an instant, reappearing above the giant’s head—six arms striking simultaneously!
BANG! BANG! BANG—!
The Skeletal Giant’s skull was smashed straight into its ribcage, yet it didn’t dodge. Instead, it seized one of the Ghost God’s arms and viciously tore—
RIIIP—!
One of the Shadow Ghost God’s arms was ripped clean off, dissipating into dark mist.
But as if impervious to pain, the remaining five arms rained down like a storm, each punch carrying a devouring force that gnawed at the Skeletal Giant’s essence!
"ROAR—!"
The Skeletal Giant let out a piercing howl as the black ooze covering its body boiled, solidifying into countless sharp bone spikes that shot toward the Shadow Ghost God!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG—!
The spikes collided against the Ghost God’s torso, sparks flying, yet failing to pierce its obsidian bones.
The Shadow Ghost God grinned savagely, its severed arm regenerating instantly as all six hands clamped onto the Skeletal Giant’s skull—
CRACK—!
The giant’s head was twisted clean off!
"Victory?!"
The Netherfrost cultivators gasped.
But the next moment—
"Gurgle…"
From within the headless giant’s chest, a new skull began forming!
It dropped to one knee, black ooze cascading like a waterfall, forming a corrosive swamp that spread toward the Shadow Ghost God!
"Endless, aren’t you?"
Qin Luo raised an eyebrow.
Su Muwan, who had somehow gotten her hands on a bag of chips, mumbled through a mouthful, "Luo Luo, is your Ghost God even up to the task?"
"What’s the rush?"
Qin Luo chuckled. "Let it get some practice."
After its creation, the Shadow Ghost God had been stored in the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.
Naturally, it still needed time to accumulate combat experience.
On the other side of the battlefield, the Netherfrost cultivators were locked in fierce battle against a tide of abominations!
Simply put, everyone knew their role.
The boss was left to their leader.
The trash mobs were theirs to clear.
"KILL—!"
A hundred thousand cultivators roared in unison, spells lighting up the sky.
As time passed, the Shadow Ghost God finally seized its chance—THUD!!
Six arms pierced through the Skeletal Giant’s chest, pinning it to the ground!
"ROAR—!"
The giant thrashed and howled, but escape was impossible.
The Shadow Ghost God opened its maw, ready to devour it whole—
"Stop."
Qin Luo suddenly raised his hand.
The Ghost God froze mid-action, obediently retreating.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Qin Luo strode toward the barely-breathing Skeletal Giant.
Its shattered body trembled as it weakly reached out a skeletal hand—
"My… King…"
A hoarse voice, broken as if weathered by endless time.
"At last… I see you…"
"Big Brother… is also… searching for you…"
"Every comrade… seeks you…"
Qin Luo’s pupils constricted.
This Skeletal Giant wasn’t just a mindless abomination—it was a warrior from some "tribe"? Searching for its "King"?
Wait… tribe? Warrior?
Qin Luo closed his eyes as fragmented memories surfaced.
Back when he and Su Muwan had traveled to the ancient savage era using the bronze cauldron…
Hadn’t they helped a few tribal members step onto the path of cultivation before leaving?
Could it be… them?!
Yes, who else but those ancient warriors could possess such physical resilience?
But… why?
What had happened to them?
He gazed at the Skeletal Giant and whispered, "What… befell you all?"
Hearing this, the giant mustered its last flicker of life, rasping:
"The tribe… our tribe… was attacked… by Heaven…"
"Heaven’s target… was… you…"
Then—WHOOSH!
The Skeletal Giant crumbled into dust, vanishing without a trace.
At the same time, a voice echoed through the skies:
[Congratulations to the Netherfrost Divine Realm for slaying the first abomination! Reward: 100,000 Faith Points!]
But Qin Luo stood silent, overwhelmed by the flood of revelations.
The most pressing question—
Why was it that after all his past time jumps, no one remembered him…
Yet these skeletal warriors did?
Why?
And "abominations"?
Had the Heavenly Dao altered the rules to eradicate these beings—the very ones who could communicate with him?
Su Muwan stepped forward, tugging at Qin Luo’s sleeve with concern. "Luo Luo? Are you alright?"
Qin Luo took a deep breath, fists clenched. "I’m fine."
His gaze sharpened like a blade. Though many pieces were still missing, one thing was clear—
The "Heaven" the skeleton spoke of…
Was almost certainly tied to the Heavenly Dao.
Chosen Ones, Reapers, Heavenly Avatars, Heavenly Domain, the Heavenly Dao itself…
Damn it, Heavenly Dao—what have you done? What are you scheming?
But since you’re playing this game…
Don’t blame me for turning everything upside down!
---
Time flowed onward.
The Sacred Alliance Army.
BOOM—!
The Skeletal Giant collapsed. The Radiant Empress stood atop her blood-stained golden lotus, face pale.
"Damn it all…"
She gritted her teeth.
This peak Dominator-level monstrosity had cost the alliance dearly!
Yet, they didn’t blame the abominations. Instead—
"This is all the Netherfrost Divine Realm’s fault!"
Lei Wuji bellowed. "If not for their tricks, why would the Heavenly Dao change the rules?!"
"Exactly!"
Yan Li snarled. "They must’ve cheated somehow!! That’s why the rules shifted! How despicable!"
The Radiant Empress gloomily stared at her dimmed life-bound treasure, teeth grinding. "Once I lay eyes on those insects, I’ll reduce them to ashes!"
Her golden lotus would need extensive repairs after this.
But just as she finished speaking—
A voice, cold and imperious as glacial winds, descended from the heavens:
[Oh? You think you can destroy my Netherfrost?]
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
【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.”
