"15 prodigies?"
Seeing the system notification, Lu Ze raised an eyebrow.
Since they were rated as "prodigies" by the system, their demonic values must be substantial.
A game full of talented individuals—this was a golden opportunity to farm demonic points!
Even without a system quest, he was determined to torment them ruthlessly.
Lu Ze rubbed his hands together eagerly, already scheming up all sorts of vicious strategies.
The match loaded, and Lu Ze spawned at the Yellow Team's starting point.
A familiar voice rang out: "Holy crap, why is my teammate Bai Mu!?"
Lu Ze turned and saw the familiar figure of Zhong Yi standing behind him. He couldn’t help but grin.
Zhong Yi was mortified.
He didn’t want to drag down Zhou Yue and Mu Yawen, but he also wanted to spar with top-tier players, so he queued for duo mode alone.
To his horror, the system matched him with the infamous "Bai Mu."
"Zhou Yue, Li Moran, Mu Yawen, Zhou Qiaoling, Shen Yan, Li Jiujian..."
Lu Ze opened the scoreboard, his smirk widening as he scanned the familiar names.
Old acquaintances—he knew their demonic values all too well.
He already had a clear priority list for who to target first.
"May I ask your esteemed name, fellow cultivator? Which immortal master do you study under?"
Zhong Yi clasped his hands in a respectful bow.
"A wanderer," Lu Ze replied casually.
He had altered his voice with a spell, so Zhong Yi couldn’t recognize him.
"No sect, yet such innate talent… You truly are remarkable, fellow cultivator!"
Zhong Yi’s admiration only grew.
"Enough chatter. Go soak in the spring first."
Lu Ze waved dismissively, pointing to the nearby resource point.
The two jumped in, simultaneously consuming iron and gold ingots.
"Fellow cultivator, those seven teams outside… they’re all here for you..."
Zhong Yi hesitated, wrestling with his conscience.
He knew the playstyles and strengths of all 14 opponents.
Revealing everything would make him feel like a traitor to his sect.
But keeping it from his teammate felt dishonorable.
He was torn.
"No need. You don’t have to tell me their strategies… they won’t win anyway."
Lu Ze saw right through Zhong Yi’s dilemma and chuckled.
"Thank you for your understanding!"
Zhong Yi sighed in relief, then scratched his head in confusion.
"Then… what should I do?"
Lu Ze grinned. "Remember what I said earlier?"
"A wanderer?"
"The next line."
"Soak in the spring?"
"No..."
Lu Ze wagged a finger and gave him a meaningful look.
"Enough chatter."
"Uh..."
Zhong Yi’s face flushed red with embarrassment.
"How did you—"
"Caught your livestreams. You’ve got quite the cursed mouth."
"...Must be a misunderstanding."
As they spoke, Zhong Yi glanced outside.
The other teams were already gathering their starter gear and wool, positioning themselves at the edges of their bases, ready to rush for the central island’s resources.
"Fellow cultivator, aren’t we going?"
Zhong Yi asked curiously.
"No rush. Let them run ahead for a bit."
Lu Ze leisurely stood up and strolled to the shop.
Zhong Yi obediently handed over his gold and iron ingots.
With lightning-fast speed, Lu Ze purchased a basic set of gear, three stacks of wool, a fishing rod, and two explosive talismans.
"Fellow cultivator, what should I do now?"
Zhong Yi asked eagerly.
"Buy a fishing rod."
"Oh? Are you going to teach me fishing techniques? Please, enlighten me!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes lit up.
Seeing "Bai Mu" also buy a rod, he wondered what tricks it could be used for.
"Then get a bucket of water and dig a hole to pour it in."
"And then?"
"Then sit there and fish."
"..."
"Alright, I’m off."
Watching "Bai Mu" walk away, Zhong Yi gritted his teeth in frustration:
"Damn it, he’s looking down on me!! I, Zhong Yi, would rather die by the sword, get knocked into the abyss by a punch rod, than sit here fishing in the base!!!"
Meanwhile, Lu Ze had reached the edge of their base.
Normally in solo or duo mode, players would prioritize attacking their closest neighbors.
With eight teams, two islands were always in close proximity, making early aggression common.
But since the others were used to four-player matches, they instinctively rushed for the central island’s resources.
The fastest, the Black Team, had already covered a third of the distance.
Judging by the ID, it was Zhou Yue.
"Not bad..."
Lu Ze watched Zhou Yue’s crouch-jump bridging technique and silently praised him.
After only a week of playing, Zhou Yue had already improvised a more efficient bridging method—far more talented than Zhong Yi behind him.
Bridging was a fundamental skill in "Bed Wars."
As players delved deeper into the game, techniques evolved from simple crouch-bridging to advanced methods like sprint-bridging, fly-bridging, and even god-bridging...
Speed kept increasing.
And Lu Ze?
He knew them all.
He possessed not just the collective wisdom of countless game designers from his past life,
but also the ingenuity of millions of players!
"Brother Zhong."
Lu Ze turned back with a smile, waving a stack of yellow wool blocks at him.
"Watch closely. Learn well."
"Huh?"
Zhong Yi blinked in confusion.
Then, "Bai Mu" casually strode to the edge of their island.
Most players would pause here to align themselves before bridging.
But "Bai Mu" didn’t stop—he walked straight off.
No crouching. No slowing down.
His body swayed slightly as blocks materialized beneath his feet.
It was like...
walking on air!
Zhong Yi’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
Zhou Yue’s bridging technique was based on his own theories.
Zhong Yi couldn’t execute it himself, so Zhou Yue put it into practice.
From crouch-bridging to side-crouch, then crouch-jump, side-crouch-jump...
Each refinement was Zhong Yi’s application of Minecraft’s mechanics.
But compared to "Bai Mu’s" aerial stroll...
He felt like a caveman staring at a spaceship.
The live chat exploded.
[Holy hell… Did he bring a flight mod in here?]
[Impossible! This is a realm governed by the Heavenly Dao! Who could defy its rules?]
[This bridging speed… is insane!!]
[Damn! He’s walking like it’s solid ground!]
[Is this immortal treading the path of the gods…?]
[Senior Disciple Zhong, watch and learn!]
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
