"You're too slow!"
An Yi said indifferently.
Squelch!
Blue blood splattered through the air!
Gourd Immortal's arm was severed by a single sword stroke!
"Ahhh!"
A shrill, agonized scream tore from Gourd Immortal's throat as his plump arm thudded to the ground.
Thick blue blood gushed out, pooling across the floor.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!"
After his piercing shriek, Gourd Immortal gasped through the pain, "I... I truly came from the Ancient Continent!"
"So it is the Ancient Continent."
An Yi's lips curled in a cold smirk. How ironic—in some twisted way, this old creature was practically his fellow countryman.
His gaze sharpened like frost as he asked coolly, "Did you come to this world through the Skyreach Tower?"
At the mention of that name, Gourd Immortal's face drained of color. Stuttering, he replied, "Th-that's the prison for the Ancient Continent's most vicious criminals! I—I've never been there! That place isn't fit for living beings. Someone as insignificant as me would never qualify to enter."
"Not from the Skyreach Tower?"
An Yi frowned slightly. Could there be another passage connecting to this world?
Suddenly, Gourd Immortal's eyes widened in delayed realization, his voice trembling with shock. "Y-you... How do you know about the Skyreach Tower?!"
"Don't ask questions you shouldn't."
With a flash of steel, An Yi lopped off Gourd Immortal's other arm. Another spray of blue blood erupted.
Gourd Immortal clenched his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, not daring to make another sound despite the agony.
An Yi pressed his black sword against one of Gourd Immortal's legs. "Second question—how did you come to this world?"
Gourd Immortal's voice quivered as he stammered, "If... If I answer truthfully, will you spare me?"
"Fine."
An Yi's reply was chillingly casual.
Overjoyed, Gourd Immortal blurted out, terrified of losing another limb, "I—I'm from the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom in the Ancient Continent! I accidentally stumbled into a secret realm there and got transported here over a hundred years ago!"
"You're not human?"
An Yi's brow furrowed.
Gourd Immortal hurriedly explained, "I—I am a three-hundred-year-old spirit creature, a Blood Gourd! I sustain myself by feeding on the blood of beasts and birds."
"The Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom..."
An Yi's expression darkened.
He had heard of that place—a realm of spiritual beasts, inaccessible to ordinary humans.
But he never expected this wretch to be one of its demonic denizens.
If that were the case, did it mean others from the Ancient Continent had also found their way to this blue planet?
An Yi narrowed his eyes. "Who else came with you?"
"Y-you said only two questions!" Gourd Immortal protested weakly.
Crack!
His leg was severed at the root.
"I—I don’t know! I really don’t! A century ago, I was hunting a fledgling eagle for blood near a cliff when I slipped and fell. I thought I’d die, but instead, I ended up here..."
Gourd Immortal’s face twisted in misery as he recounted his tale.
This world, he soon realized, was far easier to survive in.
Humans here had no spiritual power!
Though strange metal carriages roamed the streets, they posed no threat to him.
The only slight concern was their firearms—but even those couldn’t kill him. His body could regenerate.
And this place? It was paradise!
The humans were weak, their flesh as fragile as paper. Drinking their blood was simpler than slaughtering chickens.
Everything here surpassed the Ancient Continent in comfort.
The only downside was the scarcity of spiritual energy, making cultivation impossible.
But after gorging on human blood, Gourd Immortal grew bored.
So he turned his appetite toward those with stronger vitality—those whose blood carried traces of spiritual energy.
By consuming them, he could still grow stronger even in this barren world.
As his kills piled up, he gained followers.
Where there was light, shadows thrived.
Beneath their docile facades, some humans hid hearts blacker than demons.
Oppressed by reality, they sought release through darker means—and Gourd Immortal became their idol.
He slaughtered like a farmer reaping wheat, draining victims until they shriveled into husks.
Though his name spread terror, chilling even infants into silence, it also drew the worship of the depraved.
His infamy grew.
Criminal organizations sought him out, offering riches to hire his services.
For a century, he reveled in sin, his crimes too numerous to count.
As Gourd Immortal rambled on, An Yi’s frown deepened.
No wonder this creature lived so lavishly. In this world, evil thrived.
Power, wealth, pleasure—all within reach for those ruthless enough.
Meanwhile, those who lived honestly scraped by in poverty.
The irony wasn’t lost on him.
"Last question," An Yi cut in coldly. "Do you know how to return to the Ancient Continent?"
Gourd Immortal’s eyes lit up. "If I answer this... you’ll really let me go?"
An Yi nodded.
"Ha! Why would I go back? This place is full of weaklings! Endless blood to drink, women to enjoy, lackeys groveling at my feet—I wouldn’t trade this for godhood!"
Gourd Immortal grinned, eyeing An Yi. "You’re no saint either. Why not team up? I’ll be your lackey."
Ding!
"Blood Gourd requests submission! Accept?"
The system’s voice echoed in An Yi’s mind.
"Accept my ass!"
With a swing, An Yi severed Gourd Immortal’s remaining leg.
"Aaaah! You—you promised!" Gourd Immortal howled.
"I have OCD. That leg looked uneven—consider it a freebie."
An Yi’s tone was ice.
Gourd Immortal shut his mouth, drenched in cold sweat.
This bastard would chop off limbs at a whim—utterly merciless!
An Yi’s expression turned grave.
If Gourd Immortal wasn’t the only one who came... where were the others?
Did any of them know the way back?
His grip tightened on the sword.
The Ancient Continent—he had to return.
"All these people... you killed them?" An Yi glanced at the corpses littering the ground.
"Trivial. Just worthless mortals," Gourd Immortal muttered, then pleaded, "Now can I leave?"
Armless and legless, a human would’ve despaired.
But Gourd Immortal was no human.
If he escaped, he could regenerate by slaughtering more victims—though his severed lifeforce meant he’d never regain his peak strength or longevity.
"Leave?"
An Yi’s lips curled into a devilish grin. "With no legs? Stay and rot with them."
"But you swore—!"
"Yeah. I lied."
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."
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
] [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!"
