In the vast expanse of high-latitude starry skies.
The Bone Colossus sat upon a bronze throne.
Suddenly, two eerie green flames flickered violently within its hollow eye sockets.
"This aura…"
A hoarse voice, like the whispers of countless lost souls, echoed through the void.
Slowly, it raised its head, its gaze piercing through endless time and space to land upon a distant corner.
There—the battlefield of the Great Thousand Worlds!
"So... so this is it…"
The Bone Shepherd's voice trembled, its skeletal frame creaking as if in agitation or fury.
"Heaven's Dao… I see now!"
Its bony fingers clenched abruptly, shattering the surrounding stars into dust!
"You dare drag that existence into your scheme?!"
"You dare… do this?!"
"Reapers... so that's it... that's it!!"
The Bone Shepherd's wrath threatened to incinerate the cosmos as it finally understood—
The true purpose of that damned Heaven's Dao!
The Reapers, minor worlds, the Great Thousand War, the struggle for faith, the tide of abominations… all of it was part of Heaven's Dao's accursed script!
And it—believing it had found the right path by slaying Reapers—had been utterly, disastrously wrong!
From beginning to end, it had been dancing to Heaven's Dao's tune!
But…
"Heh… hehehe…"
The Bone Shepherd suddenly chuckled, its laughter dripping with icy malice.
"That existence…"
"You actually dared to involve that existence in your script."
"I… will never forgive this!"
With those words, it slowly raised a skeletal finger and gently tapped the air.
Hum—!
A pale beam of light separated from its fingertip, streaking through the void toward the most radiant of the Great Thousand Worlds!
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Time flowed steadily onward.
Deep within a shadowy cavern on the Great Thousand battlefield.
The damp walls were covered in clusters of squirming insect eggs, their viscous fluids dripping to the ground with a corrosive hiss.
The members of the Black Crow Squad held their breath, advancing with utmost caution.
"Captain, this place… feels way too creepy," one member gulped, his voice shaking.
"Shut it."
Night Owl shot him a cold glare, his masked eyes sharp as blades. "The mission target is just ahead. Don’t cause trouble."
The others fell silent and pressed forward.
At the cavern’s end, the space abruptly widened—
A massive cocoon hung at the center, its surface covered in dark chitin, something writhing faintly within.
"That’s it…"
Night Owl took a deep breath and pulled out a crystal shimmering with an eerie blue light from his chest.
[Worldbreaker Key]
A mission item issued by Heaven’s Dao Space, designed specifically to break the seal on the Insect Queen.
"All units, prepare to release the target!"
Night Owl barked the order, and the Black Crow Squad members swiftly took defensive positions.
Weapons trained on the cocoon, ready for any sudden threats.
He raised the Worldbreaker Key high—its glow intensifying until it erupted into a beam, striking the cocoon!
Crack—!
A fissure split the cocoon’s surface, spewing forth a torrent of black fluid!
"SCREEE—!"
A piercing shriek tore through the cavern as the cocoon convulsed violently, its chitin shell fracturing!
"It’s coming!"
Night Owl’s pupils constricted as he roared, "Full alert!"
But the next moment—
BOOM—!
The cocoon exploded—yet instead of the expected form of the Insect Queen…
What emerged was a grotesque fusion of pale bones and a spider’s body!!
The skeletal spider slowly rose, emerald flames flickering in its hollow eye sockets.
It glanced down at its bony limbs, its voice a rasping echo from the abyss:
"The Insect Queen…"
"Heh. To think a branch of your kind still lingers in this world."
"If only…"
The Bone Spider paused mid-sentence as its gaze fell upon the Black Crow Squad.
Night Owl froze under that hollow stare, the Worldbreaker Key slipping from his fingers and clattering to the ground.
What… what is this?!
An overwhelming pressure crushed down on them all.
They swallowed hard, their bodies locked in terror, unable to move.
"Oh?"
The Bone Spider’s eyes swept over the squad, its mouth twisting into a ghastly grin.
"The stench of Heaven’s Dao."
"You… are connected to it?"
Night Owl opened his mouth to speak—but in the next instant.
Squelch!!
The Bone Spider clenched its bony fist—
Night Owl’s body twisted grotesquely, flesh and bones crushed by an invisible force, reduced to a mist of blood that splattered across his comrades!
"ARGHHHHHH!!!!"
"CAPTAIN!!!"
The Black Crow Squad lost their minds. Their S-rank captain… gone, just like that?!
The Bone Spider prepared to continue its slaughter but hesitated upon seeing Cold Crow and Blood Crow.
Yet, mercy was not in the cards.
Instead—its fury only grew.
"HEAVEN’S DAO!!!"
The Bone Spider roared in frenzy. "YOU DARE!! YOU DARE TAINT THAT EXISTENCE WITH YOUR FILTHY POWER?!"
"That existence is our King! The one who leads us!"
"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!"
POP! POP! POP!
One after another, bodies burst apart.
"NOOOO!!! RETURN!! LET ME RETURN NOW!!"
A surviving member turned and fled in sheer panic.
His eyes were glued to his system panel.
[System Notification: Mission successful. Returning to Heaven’s Dao Space.]
[3...2...1... Initiating return!]
Yes! Thank god!
Since they’d technically completed the mission by breaking the seal, escape was possible!
But then—
BZZZT!!!
Glitched code flooded his mission interface, followed by a glaring red warning.
[WARNING!! Unknown interference detected!! Return suspended!]
The man’s face twisted in horror.
"I’m done for…"
Splat!
His final thought before oblivion.
Meanwhile, the Bone Spider stepped out of the cavern, its gaze lifting to the golden leaderboard in the sky—lingering on the words "Netherfrost Divine Realm"—before dissolving into black mist.
My King…
We will meet again soon.
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In the rest area of the battlefield camp.
[Two members with 100% loyalty have perished!]
"?"
Qin Luo set down a tray of freshly baked cream puffs on the coffee table.
Frowning, he studied the system notification.
Two fully loyal members dead?
He performed a quick divination—then his eyes sharpened.
"What’s wrong?"
Su Muwan, munching on potato chips, tilted her head in question.
After a pause, Qin Luo spoke quietly:
"The two we planted in Heaven’s Dao Space—the ones in the Black Crow Squad—are dead."
Su Muwan blinked. "They’re dead? Were they exposed?"
Qin Luo took a deep breath, his expression grave. "Not exactly."
The fact that even the captain of the Black Crow Squad had fallen was precisely why he saw trouble ahead.
At the tail end of the Great War, an incident like this...
Qin Luo couldn't shake a growing sense of foreboding.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
【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.)
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
