"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!]
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
