"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In Lu Ze’s past life, even during the golden age of competitive gaming, the mechanics of "Bed Wars" never felt outdated.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?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
invincible power, Gu Changge transmigrates into a fantasy world, bound to a sign-in system that grants him cultivation rewards and various peerless treasures daily. While others struggle desperately to break through their cultivation realms, he has long since reached the pinnacle of the Great Dao, becoming a reclusive Emperor whose true strength even he himself cannot fathom. Originally planning to lie low and retire peacefully on Purple Bamboo Peak, the system suddenly issues a new task — take on disciples. With no other choice, Gu Changge casually picks up a few disciples: The eldest disciple, born with a War God Constitution, is thrown a copy of "War God Stratagems" by him, and ends up conquering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, becoming a peerless War God who sweeps across the cosmos. The second disciple, possessing a Chaos Sword Body, can break all techniques with a single sword, his swordsmanship unmatched throughout history. He points his sword at the heavens: "My master said, the sword and the man stand together. If the sword perishes... my master will give me another one." The third disciple, a reborn Empress who returns to her throne, her elegance and grace overshadowing all beings. And without anyone noticing, his own sect, the Qingxuan Sect, has become the number one sect on the continent. Looking at these unbelievably formidable disciples, Gu Changge, holding the "Primordial Purple Qi" he just signed in for, falls into deep thought: — Wasn't this supposed to be a peaceful retirement? How did I become the ultimate master?!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
igrating to the cultivation world for two hundred years, I've managed to lie low and reach the Nascent Soul stage. Only now does my golden finger arrive? ...
