"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."
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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.
