[Current Emotion Points have reached 1000, meeting the system activation requirement. Activate now?]
Hearing the prompt in his ear, Lu Ze clenched his fists in excitement.
Finally, it’s here!
Three years ago, his soul had transmigrated to another world—the Heavenly Profound Continent.
Like all transmigrators, he too had a system.
But activating it came with a condition: gathering 1,000 Emotion Points.
And now, after three long years of waiting, the moment had arrived!
"Activate!"
His heart raced, his hands trembled.
Three years!
Do you have any idea how I’ve survived these three years?!
The original owner of this body was an outer disciple of the Lingxiao Sect, a major cultivation sect. His talent was so poor among cultivators that it couldn’t even be called mediocre.
His only gift was an eidetic memory—never forgetting anything he saw.
After much deliberation, his method of earning Emotion Points was…
Writing novels. Becoming a miserable author.
After all, his sole talent was his perfect memory, allowing him to effortlessly recall every novel he’d read in his past life.
In the first year, to cater to ancient tastes, he anonymously published adaptations of Journey to the West, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and Water Margin within the sect.
The reception was decent, especially Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which even circulated among the inner disciples.
But for some reason, the Emotion Points barely reached 10.
He figured it might be because these classics lacked the emotional punch needed.
In the second year, he switched gears and copied Battle Through the Heavens and A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality.
These two novels became wildly popular in the sect, earning him a decent amount of spirit stones.
Yet, strangely, the Emotion Points remained pitifully low—only a few dozen in total.
By the third year, Lu Ze gave up.
He was convinced the system was just messing with him.
At this rate, it’d take over a century to activate the system—far longer than his lifespan.
Fortunately, two years of writing had earned him enough spirit stones to live comfortably.
So Lu Ze started writing whatever he felt like.
Then one day, a tragic short story he copied unexpectedly brought in a surge of Emotion Points.
Lu Ze had an epiphany—
Turns out, the system only wanted negative Emotion Points!
Why the hell didn’t you say so earlier?!
What kind of twisted system enjoys tormenting people?!
So Lu Ze copied The Return of the Condor Heroes.
Yesterday, he wrote the chapter where Xiaolongnü and Yin Zhiping… well, you know.
Today, his Emotion Points exploded.
Great. Just perfect.
Thankfully, he’d published anonymously—otherwise, he might not live long enough to enjoy the system.
[System loading… 55%… 80%… 90%… 99%…]
[Ding! The Demon Progeny System has been successfully activated!]
Finally, his path to the peak was about to begin…
Wait a minute!
That system name sounds a bit off…
"De… Demon Progeny System?"
Lu Ze rubbed his ears, wondering if he’d misheard.
[Correct. To amass such vast negative Emotion Points, the host must be utterly heartless and devoid of humanity—a once-in-ten-millennia prodigy of the demonic path, destined to lead it to prosperity!]
Bullshit!
Who’s heartless and devoid of humanity?!
I’m a law-abiding citizen, damn it!
Lu Ze’s worldview shattered.
While the Heavenly Profound Continent had both righteous and demonic factions, the demonic path was in decline.
No—more accurately, the power gap was colossal.
The demonic path was completely trampled underfoot by the righteous sects!
He’d been living just fine in the Lingxiao Sect, and now he was being told he was part of the demonic path?!
Lu Ze felt like the sky had fallen.
If anyone found out, the sect’s enforcers would drag him away for execution on the spot.
"So… what can you do?"
After some thought, Lu Ze tentatively asked.
It was still a system. If its abilities were powerful enough to stand against the righteous sects alone, then becoming a ruthless demonic overlord might not be so bad.
[Answering host: After binding, killing righteous cultivators will grant Demon Points, which can be used to increase the host’s cultivation.]
Lu Ze’s brain short-circuited.
With his talent, he’d be stuck at the bottom of the cultivation world forever.
Even after three years of transmigration, he was still at Qi Refining Stage, Level 3.
How the hell was he supposed to kill righteous cultivators?!
"At my current strength, killing righteous cultivators is impossible… What now?"
Lu Ze sighed.
[Answering host: Killing approximately 100 righteous cultivators will allow you to advance to the next cultivation stage.]
"???"
Lu Ze felt his fists tightening.
Can’t kill righteous cultivators?
Use the system.
How to use the system?
Kill righteous cultivators.
Oh, so it’s an infinite loop, huh?!
"Uh… How about unbinding? You can find another host."
Lu Ze gulped, his lips twitching.
This cursed system wasn’t worth it!
[System binding is irreversible.]
"…Whoever designed this system must’ve had their whole family blessed with good fortune."
"Junior Brother Lu, my Demon-Seeking Compass is broken. Mind fixing it for me?"
Just then, an inner disciple—Senior Brother Ma—hurried into Lu Ze’s room.
"Senior Brother Ma, off on another demon-slaying mission?"
Lu Ze pushed aside his thoughts and nodded at the newcomer.
"Yeah… My luck’s been great lately—plenty of demon-slaying missions. The brothers are thrilled!"
"Too bad the Qingshan Sect caught wind of it. We almost tore those demonic cultivators apart fighting over them."
"First, we did this, and this…"
"Then we did that, and that…"
Senior Brother Ma animatedly recounted the demonic cultivators’ tragic fate.
The storyteller was beaming; the listener was frowning.
See this?
The moment demonic cultivators show up, righteous cultivators swarm like vultures, eager to slaughter them for merit.
‘This is the fate of the demonic path. Might as well pretend this system never existed…’
Lu Ze thought gloomily.
The demonic path in this world was in a pitiful state.
The slightest movement would trigger a righteous crusade.
"Ah, got carried away… Almost forgot why I came."
Senior Brother Ma pulled out a black compass and handed it to Lu Ze.
"My Demon-Seeking Compass is broken. It’s not detecting any demonic traces today. Can you take a look?"
Lu Ze took the compass and examined it.
Though an outer disciple, he had a knack for artifact refining.
Thanks to his past life as a game designer, he was sharp with data and programming.
Coincidentally, the logic behind magical tools in this world shared similarities with programming languages.
So despite his poor cultivation, Lu Ze’s talent in artifact refining stood out enough for the elder of the Artifact Refining Pavilion to take him in as a nominal disciple.
Finding no visible flaws, Lu Ze channeled his spiritual energy into the compass.
Suddenly, the needle spun wildly—and pointed straight at him.
"…"
Lu Ze’s breath hitched.
"See? It’s completely busted—it’s even pointing at you, Junior Brother Lu!"
Senior Brother Ma laughed, slapping Lu Ze’s back.
"Haha, imagine if you were a demonic cultivator hiding in our Lingxiao Sect!"
"Yeah… this compass is seriously malfunctioning. I’ll make sure to fix it properly."
"Alright, I'll take my leave now."
...
After seeing off Senior Brother Ma, Lu Ze's expression turned grave.
This damn system had turned him into a demonic cultivator the moment it bound itself to him.
If his identity were ever exposed, he'd be reduced to ashes in an instant.
[The Lingxiao Sect, a prominent immortal cultivation sect, is renowned for its martial prowess and superior cultivation environment compared to lesser sects. As a skilled demonic cultivator, it's your duty to dampen the Lingxiao Sect's arrogant cultivation spirit.]
[Task: Prevent at least 30% of the Lingxiao Sect's disciples from cultivating peacefully for five days.]
[Reward: Ambiguous Alignment (Others will be unable to sense your demonic aura.)]
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
] [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."
