"Just you?"
Wang Tai sneered at Lu Ze.
The latter met his gaze calmly:
"Just me."
"Good!"
Wang Tai clapped his hands with a cold laugh.
Above his head, a floating Memory Sphere slowly materialized.
He had clearly come prepared.
"Everything Junior Brother Lu just said has been recorded by the Memory Sphere... Don’t try to deny it later when we face the Second Elder, alright?"
Wang Tai pointed at the sphere with a sly grin.
It was a mystical artifact capable of capturing images.
He had been recording since the moment he entered, hiding it with an invisibility spell to avoid detection.
Having secluded himself for research these past few days, he had no idea what had transpired outside.
It wasn’t until the Second Elder personally sought him out that he learned Lu Ze had caused such a massive stir.
He had promised the Second Elder he would uncover the mastermind behind Demonic Sect Escape today—hence this confrontation.
He hadn’t expected Lu Ze to admit it so readily.
Not that he believed Lu Ze, of course.
But did that matter?
All he needed was someone to take the blame.
Once he handed Lu Ze over to the Second Elder, the elder had ways to extract the truth.
Every disciple of the Lingxiao Sect knew the Second Elder’s methods.
Completing the elder’s task while eliminating his most despised junior brother? A win-win.
"Why wouldn’t I dare?"
Lu Ze showed no fear.
The Second Elder was ruthless, but the Lingxiao Sect was, after all, a righteous sect.
The foundational logic of Demonic Sect Escape was designed for cultivating the Shattered Cloud Art.
Surely the Second Elder couldn’t punish him too harshly.
Still, human hearts were unpredictable, and Lu Ze decided to take precautions.
"I’ll bring the Illusion Crystal now and go with you to face the Second Elder!"
Feigning anger, Lu Ze turned to retrieve the crystal.
"Finally showing some sense."
Wang Tai snorted.
"Hurry up. The Second Elder is waiting for us in the Judgment Hall!"
Watching Lu Ze’s back, his brow suddenly furrowed.
Was this guy...
tampering with the crystal?
"What are you doing!?"
Just as Wang Tai moved to stop him, Lu Ze handed the crystal over.
"Just checking for damage. Wouldn’t want you to have trouble explaining things."
Lu Ze’s expression was unreadable.
Wang Tai inspected the crystal closely but found nothing amiss, his suspicions fading.
In the span of a single breath, even he couldn’t have altered the crystal—what could Lu Ze have done?
No way to destroy evidence.
Satisfied, he stored the crystal in his spatial ring and gripped Lu Ze’s shoulder.
"Kneel and beg for forgiveness when we see the Second Elder!"
With that,
the two vanished.
......
......
Outer Sect, disciple dormitories.
"Move aside, my turn!"
"Wait, didn’t you just play?"
"Dammit, lost again! You guys fight dirty..."
"Ban the Misplaced Ghost, it’s broken!"
......
Around two miniature Illusion Towers, outer sect disciples crowded in line, eager for their turn.
At a hundred spirit stones apiece, the towers were a luxury most outer sect disciples couldn’t afford.
But a few wealthy ones could spare the cost.
"Heh, finally my turn..."
Zhang Ming rubbed his hands, ready for another run.
While he’d been busy grinding missions for spirit stones, rumors said the inner sect disciples had pushed the record past five thousand steps—a staggering feat.
Surpassing them was hopeless.
He’d aimed to beat his own record and compete with the inner sect.
But the moment he entered the game, a scroll unfurled before him:
[Server Announcement: The creator of Demonic Sect Escape is visiting the Judgment Hall. Fellow cultivators are welcome to join and exchange insights.]
"Holy shit!"
Zhang Ming immediately exited, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"The mastermind behind this illusion is at the Judgment Hall!"
Demonic Sect Escape had taken the sect by storm, and its creator was revered like a legend.
The outer sect erupted:
"For real?"
"A living master? I thought it was some ancient ancestor’s work!"
"Must see the grandmaster in person!"
"Move it! Latecomers won’t get a spot!"
"Maybe there are other illusions we haven’t seen yet!!"
......
In the inner sect, the news spread like wildfire through mental transmissions.
"What? The designer of Demonic Sect Escape is at the Judgment Hall?"
"Elder Ding’s territory... scary."
"Scared of what? The master invited us! Elder Ding wouldn’t disrespect a senior!"
"But why’s he there suddenly?"
"Probably discussing the Dao with Elder Ding... what else? You think he got arrested?"
"No time to waste, let’s go!"
......
Tempering Gold Peak, Body Refinement Secret Realm.
"Junior Brother Mu! Big news!!"
Zhong Yi rushed over, excitement written all over his face.
"Senior Brother Zhong, what is it?"
Mu Yawen didn’t pause his relentless training, his movements sharp and disciplined.
"The creator of Demonic Sect Escape is currently at Elder Ding’s Judgment Hall!"
"Oh? Now that’s rare."
Mu Yawen halted, flashing a bright grin.
"Wait for me, Senior Brother. I’ll change and go with you!"
......
Sword Inquiry Peak, Cliff of Lost Thoughts.
Amidst a storm of sword qi imbued with profound meaning, Li Moran’s figure suddenly stilled.
In that instant, every strand of sword qi around him shattered.
The usually howling gorge fell silent.
"The creator of the illusion?"
Reading Zhong Yi’s message, Li Moran frowned.
After a brief contemplation, he stepped onto a silver longsword.
"Worth meeting, I suppose."
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."
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.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
