Compared to "Werewolf," the rapid rise of "Among Us" and "Goose Goose Duck" lies in their greater unpredictability and stronger entertainment value.
Even experts may not fully control the situation.
Meanwhile, newcomers can still enjoy a decent gaming experience.
Take this moment, for example.
Mu Yawen, who couldn’t lie to save her life, somehow stumbled her way to victory.
Meanwhile, someone as sharp as Zhong Yi suffered three consecutive losses right from the start.
This novel gameplay quickly spread among the cultivators.
The speed was so astonishing that by the evening of the first day, Lu Ze’s system task was already completed.
[Task Complete!]
[Under the host’s guidance, over a hundred righteous cultivators have developed a yearning for the demonic path!]
[Reward obtained: Random Spell]
[Please select a spell category.]
"As I expected," Lu Ze nodded in satisfaction.
Just as he had guessed, making cultivators yearn for the demonic roles in the game, eager to take on the identity of the demonic faction, was enough to fulfill the task.
In this regard, "Goose Goose Duck" and "Among Us" truly were the optimal solutions.
Among the three factions, the demonic side always had the ability to kill and could identify their allies.
They offered the strongest mix of fun and strategic depth, making them the most popular among players.
Unlike the original "Werewolf," where many players felt immense pressure upon receiving the wolf role.
Lu Ze still remembered a struggling novelist from his past life who, after being dealt the wolf role 13 times in a row in online games, rage-quit in frustration…
"Spell category, huh…"
Faced with the overwhelming array of options in his mind, Lu Ze finally settled on the [Illusion] category.
[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a high-tier spell: Fearbound Emotion Array.]
Lu Ze skimmed through the spell’s description.
It could lower a cultivator’s mental defenses within an illusion, guiding them toward a specific emotion—with fear being the most effective.
"Is this pushing me to make horror games?" Lu Ze chuckled inwardly.
The thought of these righteous cultivators—usually unshakable and slaughtering ghosts like weeds—screaming in terror within an illusion amused him greatly.
"Still, now’s not the time."
Lu Ze shook his head, setting the idea aside for now.
Horror games could wait.
The current accumulation rate of demonic energy still wasn’t fast enough to satisfy him.
While "Bed Wars" was fun, relying solely on one competitive online game wasn’t enough to ensnare all the cultivators.
He needed other types of games to draw even more of them into the illusion.
"The most widely appealing games…"
Lu Ze stroked his chin in thought.
Two genres quickly came to mind: FPS and MOBA.
He immediately laid out his next plan—
First, finish the remaining maps and roles for "Demonic Slayer," then move on to developing the next competitive game.
Both FPS and MOBA would require significant adaptation.
Whether they could be successfully localized remained uncertain.
Only continuous testing would tell.
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While Lu Ze busied himself designing new illusions, the player base for "Demonic Slayer" continued to grow.
The players were no longer the clueless novices from the first day, blurting out their roles to everyone. Even the most honest Mu Yawen had picked up some basic deception.
Discussions about "Demonic Slayer" grew increasingly heated.
[Can we just delete the Scout? It’s disgusting!!]
[Scout? Absolute trash!]
[Killing a Scout feels like stepping on crap…]
[Just remove the Dumb Owl already… I’m too scared to vote now.]
[Glutton, glutton, I want to be the Glutton!]
[After playing this illusion too much, I can’t trust anyone in real life.]
[Yesterday, I blurted out “What’s your role?” to my master and got punished with a full day of hard cultivation…]
[Avoid the prodigy from Lingxiao Sect—way too good at lying. Don’t listen to a word he says.]
[Wait, weren’t we supposed to learn how to spot demonic cultivators? Why do we all sound like demonic cultivators now?]
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"Junior Brother Mu, how do you feel now? Has this illusion been helpful?"
"Absolutely! Now, when I recall the words of those demonic cultivators disguised as villagers, they seem like amateurs compared to you, Senior Brother!"
Mu Yawen nodded earnestly.
Zhong Yi’s face reddened slightly, unsure whether she was complimenting or insulting him.
"But by your standards, Junior Brother Lu seems more like the real demonic cultivator, hahaha…"
Mu Yawen giggled, then added absentmindedly,
"Oh right, I think everyone calls him… Lu the Demon."
"Come on, Junior Brother Mu, I’ve sent you an invite."
Zhong Yi entered the illusion world of "Demonic Slayer," and Mu Yawen joined the room shortly after.
"Brother Zhou still can’t make it today?"
Shen Yan of the Tianxuan Sect asked curiously.
He and Zhong Yi had grown close these days, often playing "Demonic Slayer" together.
"Him? He’s playing 'Demonic Slayer' too, just… the real-life version."
Zhou Qiaoling replied.
As a core disciple, Zhou Yue was leading a team to participate in a demonic extermination campaign.
"Ha, when Old Zhou gets back, we’ll have to mess with him properly."
As the host of the room, Zhong Yi quickly adjusted the settings.
"Alright, let’s start!"
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[Your identity is: Demon Path (Hidden Demon)]
Looking at his assigned role, Zhong Yi felt a surge of glee, though his expression remained perfectly neutral.
The unique trait of this class was its invisibility skill.
The downside? While invisible, he couldn’t see the positions of other players—landing a kill was purely a matter of luck.
‘If Old Zhou were here, he’d definitely end up stabbing his own teammates every time…’
Zhong Yi silently mocked in his mind.
It seemed that among the Demon Path, those with slightly overpowered abilities always came with flaws.
Take the [Death Curse Master], for example—guess the wrong class, and you’d be the one to die.
Clearly, these were a bunch of half-baked demonic practitioners.
As soon as the game began, Zhong Yi pulled up the class template for the round.
He had set up a 14-player room with a template of 3 Demon Path, 3 Demon Beasts, and 8 Innocents.
The template displayed 8 revealed classes, while the remaining 6 were hidden.
Four Innocents were shown:
[Constable], [Swordsman], [Scout], and [Undercover].
Two Demon Path classes were revealed:
[Death Curse Master] and [Silent Throat].
And two Demon Beasts:
[Rotting Fiend] and [Malicious Ghost].
"Scouts and Undercover again…"
Zhong Yi scoffed.
The notorious uselessness of the [Scout] was well-known.
The [Undercover], meanwhile, would display a red name identical to their teammates’, throwing off their judgment.
Amid these two walking disasters, there was also the [Malicious Ghost], whose killing range was even wider than the Demon Path’s…
Internal strife and external threats—what a headache.
"Ah well. Dancing on the edge of a blade—that’s the true resolve of the Demon Path…"
Mid-sentence, Zhong Yi suddenly paused.
Huh.
Why was he starting to sound more and more like an actual demonic practitioner…
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
