"Bl... Black Curtain?!"
Seeing the "old acquaintance" reappear, Zhou Yue instinctively took two steps back.
The scene left Zhong Yi, who was watching the battle, utterly dumbfounded.
While everyone knew Zhou Yue's luck in the illusion realm was a bit... questionable, the worst outcome they'd imagined was something like—
Others getting equipment worth 100 spirit stones, while Zhou Yue got something worth 30.
Who could’ve guessed this guy would summon a "Black Curtain"?
The floating barrage comments erupted with chatter.
[Black Curtain? Wasn’t it removed?]
[Maybe it’s only removed in the normal world?]
[Wait! This was summoned by Zhou Yue—could it be his summoned entity?]
[Holy crap, if that’s the case, this might be the top-tier reward!]
[Zhou Yue’s luck finally turned around!]
……
Prompted by the barrage, Zhou Yue snapped back to reality.
"Right! Summoning you was my reward... so you’re on my side, yeah?"
Mustering his courage, Zhou Yue stretched out a hand in a friendly gesture.
The Black Curtain tilted its head, giving Zhou Yue a puzzled look.
Then, it extended its hand too.
"See? That’s more like it!"
Relieved, Zhou Yue stepped forward confidently.
"Come on, my bro!"
The next moment.
A dark purple sigil flared on the Black Curtain’s palm.
Countless obsidian spikes erupted from the ground, lancing toward Zhou Yue.
His smile froze.
"GODDAMMIT!!"
……
……
"Bed Wars" seemed to possess an inexhaustible allure.
Win or lose, players always craved another round.
In Lu Ze’s past life, even during the golden age of competitive gaming, the mechanics of "Bed Wars" never felt outdated.
Resources, mechanics, strategy, teamwork…
Brilliant design combined into a weapon that mercilessly devoured players’ time.
On top of that foundation, Lu Ze had added randomized events—
A move to accelerate the game’s pace.
The rewards from these events were absurdly generous, forcing players to fight for them and speeding up the match.
After all, in his past life, once players got skilled enough, it wasn’t uncommon for a lone wolf to drag out a match indefinitely, even after their bed was destroyed.
Lu Ze needed demonic energy, and the Heavenly Fragment needed death efficiency—this issue had to be resolved.
Judging by the players’ reactions, the randomized events had indeed ramped up both competition and fun.
But for Zhou Yue to trigger a one-in-a-million negative outcome…
Well, that was a new record.
……
Seeing the player count skyrocketing in the backend, Lu Ze relaxed and logged into the main server of "My World."
The Heavenly Fragment sat on a grassy plain, several "Bed Wars" screens floating in the air.
For once, it seemed at ease, clearly in a good mood.
"See? Convinced now?" Lu Ze greeted with a grin.
"Somewhat faster, yes. But still far from your claim of resolving karma within a century," the Heavenly Fragment replied, side-eyeing him with lingering skepticism.
"Besides… this pace might not hold."
"Relax. Once the five great sects join, the player base will grow tenfold, easy."
Lu Ze had absolute confidence in "Bed Wars."
The addictive power of competitive games for internet-addled youths was terrifying.
"Players?" The Heavenly Fragment frowned at the term.
"Yeah, players. If you treat the illusion realm as a game, those who enter are players, no?"
Lu Ze nodded.
Now, he didn’t even need to pretend.
Since entering the illusion realm boosted cultivation, and all he was doing was making games—what could anyone say?
The Heavenly Fragment accepted the term quickly, nodding silently.
"Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask."
It suddenly called out to Lu Ze.
"What’s up?"
Lu Ze turned, curious.
The Heavenly Fragment furrowed its brow.
Recalling the scenes that occasionally appeared in players’ worlds recently, it rubbed its chin in thought.
That blocky, thick-browed character was impossible to forget.
"Do all you cultivators… look the same?"
Lu Ze blinked. "Look like what?"
"Thick eyebrows, big eyes—kinda unlucky-looking."
"Oh, you mean Senior Brother Zhou…"
Lu Ze instantly understood.
Zhou Yue was a legend in his own right.
He somehow managed to trigger every low-probability event, to the point where Lu Ze sometimes doubted his own code.
"Maybe go a little easier on him next time. Don’t be too cruel…"
Lu Ze casually mentioned.
He remembered how, a few days ago, Zhou Yue had encountered the "Black Curtain" in the main world, only for the Heavenly Fragment to trap him in an obsidian cage.
The livestream audience of tens of thousands had watched Zhou Yue rage helplessly.
"Fine. Next time, I’ll make it quick."
The Heavenly Fragment agreed dismissively.
"Still… I feel like it’s not satisfying enough."
Lu Ze raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"These cultivators—no, players—they’re not dying horribly enough."
"What, itching to join in yourself?"
"Tch. I’ve no interest in the games of ants."
The Heavenly Fragment scoffed.
Lu Ze nearly laughed.
No interest?
Then why do you keep sneaking into players’ worlds to torment Zhou Yue?
But he could guess—the Heavenly Fragment didn’t want to start with the same abilities as players. That would be beneath it.
Yet it still craved the sight of players suffering…
"So you want… someone to brutalize players on your behalf?"
Lu Ze suddenly understood, shaking his head in amusement.
Seriously.
Whether it’s the system or the Heavenly Fragment,
Why is everyone pushing me to bully noobs?
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e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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