"The world... demands..."
Lu Ze muttered to himself, deep in thought within his room.
No matter what, he wanted to integrate the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao into his server.
This was crucial for his future ambitions in the demonic path.
But the problem was, to incorporate it into the server, he first needed to earn its recognition.
The condition? Create a world that met its requirements.
Even the entire Tianxuan Sect, pooling their resources for centuries, had failed to decipher what the remnant spirit truly sought.
How could he possibly understand its intentions?
To make matters worse,
Lu Ze was only at the Golden Core stage of cultivation. The illusory realm his divine sense could create spanned a mere two kilometers at most.
How could such a limited space ever qualify as a "world"?
Could he rely on tricks like those used in "Immortal Realm Domination"?
Lu Ze shook his head, immediately dismissing the idea.
"Immortal Realm Domination" worked because its real-time strategy format inherently required that perspective.
"What should I do...? Do I really have to reach the Nascent Soul or even the Divine Transformation stage before I can obtain the server?"
Lu Ze frowned.
Cultivating to Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation wasn't impossible—given his system's speed, he could afford to wait.
But while he could wait, the Tianxuan Sect might not have that luxury.
What if the remnant spirit suddenly went berserk and self-destructed?
The sect's annihilation would be trivial compared to the catastrophic explosion of his server.
So no matter what, he needed to secure the remnant spirit as soon as possible.
"What's all this grumbling about? Nascent Soul? Divine Transformation? Did you finally come to your senses and decide to stop messing around with crooked methods?"
Nangong Yuan, who happened to be passing by, heard the commotion and pushed the door open with a laugh.
In his view, if Lu Ze didn't start cultivating seriously soon, he'd end up dead sooner or later.
Abandoning illusions and focusing on cultivation was the best thing he could do.
"Master..."
Lu Ze hesitated.
He had promised Chi Shengtian not to reveal anything about the remnant spirit until it was resolved.
"Tell me, with my current cultivation, how can I create an expansive illusory space? Ideally, one that could barely qualify as a small world?"
"Ha! With your pitiful cultivation, you want to craft a world? Dream on!"
Nangong Yuan didn't bother hiding his disdain for Lu Ze's level.
"If you want to call something a 'world,' it needs a complete set of laws... Do you, a mere Foundation Establishment brat, even understand laws?"
"What about aside from laws? Is there a way to solve the spatial limitations?"
Lu Ze pressed, unwilling to give up.
For him, the spatial issue was even more pressing than the laws.
Laws?
He could just adapt the vast lore from his past life's works and tweak the game rules accordingly.
"Space? You little rascal, always looking for shortcuts..."
Nangong Yuan chuckled, stroking his beard as he pondered briefly.
"If you just want to expand the spatial scope, there is a shortcut."
Lu Ze's eyes lit up. "Really? How?"
"Watch closely, you impudent disciple!"
Nangong Yuan, rarely seeing Lu Ze so eager to learn, couldn't help feeling pleased.
He extended his left palm, pinching his fingers together.
A clump of soil appeared in his palm.
As spiritual energy poured in, a sprout emerged, unfurling into a leafy green stem topped with a blooming flower.
Lu Ze was puzzled. "Master, what does this mean?"
"Patience!"
Nangong Yuan glared at him, then raised his right hand.
A basic spell seal formed, and a droplet of water fell from his fingertip, landing precisely on the leaf.
"See how the leaf under the droplet appears larger?"
Nangong Yuan pointed at the magnified leaf.
"Yeah, a magnifying glass. I get that,"
Lu Ze nodded, still confused.
"But it's just an illusion—the leaf hasn't actually grown."
"Exactly," Nangong Yuan continued.
"If we treat the divine sense space as the leaf, then applying a spell like this droplet can 'expand' the space."
With that, he cast another spell, projecting the image of the leaf under the droplet into the air.
Then he enlarged it, again and again...
The once-clear image gradually blurred, pixelating like a mosaic.
A flash of inspiration struck Lu Ze.
"But here's the catch: after spatial expansion, the constructs within the divine sense space lose their usual precision. The larger the space, the cruder the details... Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Nangong Yuan was baffled by Lu Ze's barely contained excitement.
"Where can I learn this droplet spell to expand divine sense space?"
Lu Ze asked urgently.
"Ha! Since you're finally showing initiative, I’ll gift you this mediocre little technique."
Nangong Yuan didn't drag it out, tossing a thin manual into Lu Ze's hands.
There was no reason to hoard it—it was practically useless.
Once the divine sense space was enlarged, everything inside would stretch and blur.
What good was a bizarre, foggy secret realm that only boasted size?
Yet Lu Ze treated it like a treasure, bowing deeply to Nangong Yuan before locking himself in his room to experiment.
"How odd..."
Nangong Yuan mused.
He tried to recall—had he really neglected to teach Lu Ze proper spells before, focusing only on artifacts due to his low cultivation?
No wonder the boy was overjoyed by what was essentially a trash-tier manual.
"That unfilial disciple... I really ought to pass down something better."
With a sigh, Nangong Yuan resolved to share some real techniques with Lu Ze in the future.
......
An hour later,
a cry of triumph rang out from Lu Ze's room.
"It worked!!!"
Staring into his divine sense space—now expanded tens of thousands of times—Lu Ze's eyes shone with exhilaration.
The spatial problem was solved!
But just as Nangong Yuan had warned,
the enlarged space came at a cost: every object inside appeared stretched and foggy, their outlines pixelated like low-resolution images.
Yet this was exactly what Lu Ze wanted.
The moment Nangong Yuan explained the expansion principle, an idea had struck him—a game that could thrive under these very limitations:
Minecraft.
Low resolution?
No problem. It was a blocky game to begin with—pixelation was part of the charm.
With enough space and enough blocks, what kind of world couldn't he build?
A grin spread across Lu Ze's face.
"If I don’t know what kind of world you want..."
"Then I’ll let you create it yourself!"
] [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!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
