"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!]
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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!
