Something’s off!
The glasses-wearing youth furrowed his brow in contemplation.
Something’s very off!
This wasn’t the first time he’d witnessed this scene—he’d relived it at least a hundred times. By the usual sequence of events, there should’ve been a twist by now!
That bastard An Yi was supposed to show up here.
Then, together with Yan Zhi, they’d face off against three demonic cultivators!
Yan Zhi would be ambushed, left severely injured and unable to fight.
An Yi would single-handedly take on the three experts of the Dark Force realm.
And finally—
An Yi would descend into a demonic frenzy, his hair turning silver, his pupils blood-red, wielding a black sword.
With Yan Zhi wounded, he’d slaughter the Thousand Taoist, Death Monk, and Dwarf Ghost—three Dark Force realm masters—shocking the entire Great Xia!
But right after the battle, An Yi would collapse from exhaustion and die on the spot.
This electrifying sequence was one he’d relived over a hundred times. He couldn’t be wrong!
He’d even memorized every line of their dialogue down to the last word.
Yet this time, An Yi hadn’t shown up!
Even stranger, the Thousand Taoist had actually noticed him!
Could it be… things were changing?
The youth adjusted his black-framed glasses, lost in thought.
The ending couldn’t be altered—that was the conclusion he’d drawn after thousands of cycles as a mere observer.
He couldn’t change the final outcome.
But today, it felt as though something had shifted the course of fate.
Today was July 31st, the last day of his cycle.
He’d relived countless Julys.
But this time, something felt different.
As if an unseen hand was manipulating the ending, rewriting it.
"Hey, Glasses! You deaf or just ignoring me?!"
The Ghost Dwarf sneered, his voice sharp.
The long scar on his forehead twitched like a disgusting centipede.
Yan Zhi glanced curiously at the glasses-wearing youth.
His ability to conceal himself was downright terrifying!
Her senses were sharp, yet she hadn’t detected his presence at all.
If the Thousand Taoist hadn’t spoken up, she wouldn’t have known someone was hiding nearby.
The Thousand Taoist studied the youth with a deceptively warm smile. "And who might you be? With stealth skills like that, you can’t be a nobody."
"My name is Chen Bing!"
The youth who called himself Chen Bing closed his notebook and adjusted his glasses. "Not that it matters—you won’t remember it anyway. By tomorrow, you’ll all have forgotten."
The Ghost Dwarf elbowed the Death Monk beside him. "This guy’s brain-dead, isn’t he?"
The Death Monk polished the skull hanging from his chest and muttered, "Careful. There’s something off about him."
The Thousand Taoist narrowed his eyes. "And what, pray tell, is a spectator like you doing here?"
This kid was no ordinary bystander—friend or foe, he couldn’t tell.
"Like I said, I’m Chen Bing!"
Chen Bing adjusted his glasses again, dead serious. "I’m just an observer. Don’t mind me—carry on!"
"An observer? What the hell are you doing here then?"
The Thousand Taoist’s expression darkened. "You’re asking for trouble!"
With a flick of his horsetail whisk, a gust of sharp wind lashed toward Chen Bing.
Clang!
A crisp metallic ring echoed.
Sparks flew.
A bizarre sword mark sliced through the air.
From Chen Bing’s sleeve, a curved, forked blade—like a serpent’s tongue—snapped out, effortlessly deflecting the attack.
"I told you, I’m just passing through. Why force my hand?"
He smirked, gripping his Serpent Blade. "But since you insist… I was getting bored anyway."
Yan Zhi shot him a warning look. "Run. You’ll die here."
"Like I haven’t died enough times already. I’m used to it. Worst case, I’ll just reset—tomorrow’s the deadline anyway."
Chen Bing muttered cryptically before adding, "This time, Captain Yan, I’m on your side."
Yan Zhi’s expression hardened. "Glasses… thanks."
"Ahem. It’s Chen Bing!"
He insisted stubbornly.
Something was definitely off today.
Chen Bing racked his brain but couldn’t figure out what had changed.
Logically, he shouldn’t have been detected.
Well, except for that one time at the Night Blossom, when a girl in ancient robes had spotted him.
She’d even snapped his glasses in half!!!
"Boss, I’ll take this four-eyes’ head!"
A Dark Force realm demonic cultivator roared, charging at Chen Bing.
Chen Bing scoffed. His Serpent Blade flashed like lightning.
A thin red line appeared on the cultivator’s neck.
Blood sprayed from his throat.
Chen Bing flicked his blade clean, his once-refined face now smeared with blood, giving him a sinister edge.
The other demonic cultivators froze.
A Dark Force realm expert wasn’t some roadside cabbage.
Out of their twenty-man group, only nine had reached that level.
Yet one had been killed in less than a second!
They hadn’t even seen the glasses-wearing kid move!
"What exquisite swordsmanship!" Yan Zhi couldn’t help but praise.
This unassuming youth might be far more formidable than she’d imagined.
Chen Bing adjusted his glasses. "I don’t usually enjoy killing, but culling a few demonic pests now and then isn’t so bad."
The Thousand Taoist’s squinted eyes widened slightly, his demeanor turning grave.
This kid was far more dangerous than he’d assumed.
"Finish this quickly!"
The Thousand Taoist ordered, his whisk lashing toward Yan Zhi.
"Glasses, I’ll handle the Taoist. The rest are yours."
Yan Zhi twirled her silver whip coolly.
Chen Bing nearly choked.
So he was supposed to take on the Death Monk, Ghost Dwarf (both Dark Force realm experts), eight more Dark Force cultivators, and a dozen lacklings—all by himself?
Was it too late to leave?
Reality gave him no time to ponder. Two demonic cultivators lunged at him from both sides.
Chen Bing’s Serpent Blade flashed.
Two thin red lines appeared on their throats before they crumpled to the ground.
His soft sword moved like wind—swift, silent, lethal.
"Who’s next?"
Chen Bing adjusted his glasses coldly.
"Me!"
The Killer Monk grinned wildly, yanking the iron skull from his necklace and hurling it like a meteor hammer.
Chen Bing’s blade met the skull—only to be deflected by its sheer weight.
"Let’s both take him down, then we can have some fun with the woman."
The Ghost Dwarf leered, unfurling a wire saw—his tool of choice for dismemberment.
Then, with a wet thud, he collapsed.
Blood pooled beneath him.
A youth holding a black dagger stood behind the Ghost Dwarf, calmly wiping the blade clean.
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.”
] [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!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?!
