At that moment, scattered bullet comments drifted across the sky.
[Eh? It really is Senior Brother Shen!]
[What kind of illusion is this? It looks so weird...]
[Why is Senior Brother Shen sitting in a jar?]
[Damn! Another one of Lu Ze's new illusions? Is it hard? Is it brutal?]
...
Seeing viewers enter the livestream, Shen Yan immediately perked up with full focus.
"Hard? No no no, not at all."
Maintaining a smile, Shen Yan painstakingly adjusted the force in his arms.
By now, he had already sensed the real challenge Lu Ze had designed into this illusion.
It was the highly unusual way of exerting force with the arms—
A bizarre sensation that made his mind and limbs feel completely uncoordinated...
Awkward. Extremely awkward.
But remembering Lu Ze's words, he figured he just hadn’t reached the state of "unity between man and hammer" yet, which eased his frustration somewhat.
Suppressing the urge to scream, he pressed on.
"This illusion was designed by Brother Lu to help me comprehend the wondrous state of unity between man and hammer... If any of you are interested, feel free to join in."
Shen Yan said with a smile.
The bullet comments immediately panicked.
[No thanks]
[Maybe next time]
[Just watching is torture...]
...
"How is it torture? It’s just using a hammer to walk instead of your limbs."
Shen Yan retorted.
By now, he had somewhat grasped the trick to pushing forward on flat ground, and he hobbled his way to a thick, withered tree.
"Look at the obstacles in those previous illusions—so difficult! Now look at Getting Over It—just a simple tree! All we have to do is climb over it!"
While chatting casually with the viewers, Shen Yan adjusted his arms and hooked the hammer onto a protruding branch of the tree.
"First like this, then like this... and with a little force—!"
With a sudden twist of his arms, he and the jar went flying into the air—
Only to crash hard onto the branch and bounce back to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.
But despite the mess, he had, against all odds, managed to get past the tree.
This came as a surprise to Lu Ze.
In his past life, this very tree had stumped countless beginners.
As expected of a skilled player—he made it through so smoothly.
If it were Zhong Yi, who knew how many tries it would’ve taken?
Back when Zhong Yi’s digital soul was serving as a beta tester for Lu Ze, even after the entire scene was fully built, he was still stuck staring blankly at the tree.
Even resorting to smacking the tree angrily with the hammer in frustration...
...
Of course, Lu Ze wasn’t worried.
In his past life, plenty of players had cleared the tree in one go, only to lose their minds later anyway.
After all, this wasn’t even the tutorial level.
True to his expectations, Shen Yan soon began tumbling down the first valley slope repeatedly.
The real difficulty of Getting Over It lay in the extreme discomfort of its controls.
After porting the 2D mechanics from his past life into the illusion, it became even more disorienting.
The slightest misstep would make his left and right hands work against each other.
Just like Shen Yan right now.
What he intended to do and what he actually did were often two completely different things.
The longer he played, the more a restless heat seemed to burn through his body.
A simple slope had already sent him crashing down over 20 times!
Meanwhile, more and more viewers were tuning into the stream.
[He fell again...]
[So brutal!]
[His arms are all twisted up from swinging that hammer]
[What kind of sadistic design is this? Just watching makes me physically uncomfortable]
[Only Senior Brother Shen could handle this! I’d be crying if it were me]
[Even Senior Brother’s expression is starting to look off...]
[Adding Lu Ze’s illusions to my blacklist from now on!]
[Agreed]
...
Noticing the growing flood of comments, Shen Yan hurriedly adjusted his expression.
After all, as the face of the Tianxuan Sect, he couldn’t afford to lose his composure.
"Junior brothers, Brother Lu’s illusions aren’t as bad as you think!"
He quickly defended Lu Ze.
"If you find the illusion torturous, it’s only because your Dao hearts aren’t yet steadfast enough."
"No matter how bitter or difficult this is, it’s still just an illusion... If you can’t face a trial meant to temper your will, how can you hope to overcome the tribulations on the path of immortality?"
"We’re just experiencing an illusion—you have to make sure you’re enjoying yourselves."
Forcing a strained smile, he continued:
"Do you know what it means to please yourself?"
"It’s about making yourself happy... Heh, hehehe..."
This sudden burst of motivational speaking left the viewers stunned, and they marveled:
[Senior Brother Shen’s mental fortitude is truly beyond ordinary people!]
[As expected of a natural-born Dao seed]
[I get it, but I’ll still just stick to watching...]
[Let’s all be happy! Everyone type ‘haha’ in the chat!]
[Haha]
...
Seeing the chat play along, Shen Yan felt gratified.
"When playing illusions, we must always smile—no frowning allowed."
With an eerie chuckle, he swung the hammer, inching his way upward.
Higher and higher.
"Like this... playing illusions with a smile..."
The moment the words left his mouth—
The hammer slipped into a crevice in the rocks, and a strange force sent him flying backward, all the way back to the bottom of the valley.
"GODDAMMIT!!! F!!!"
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."
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
