Zhou Yue’s spawn point was a crowded plaza.
Playing for the first time, he was incredibly nervous, standing awkwardly among the throng of people, his gaze darting around.
"Any decent folks here willing to trade sincerity for sincerity?"
Just then, Zhong Yi’s booming voice cut through the noise.
Zhou Yue, as if spotting a lifeline, immediately raised his hand and rushed forward without hesitation. "Old Zhong! Me! Pick me!!"
Zhong Yi led Zhou Yue away, spouting meaningless chatter to avoid drawing attention.
"You wanna trade sincerity with me? Get inside."
Zhong Yi pointed to the entrance of a shop.
In Demon Slayer, as long as someone was within line of sight, they could hear conversations.
So, stepping into an enclosed building was the perfect way to talk in secret.
"Old Zhou, your acting is way too stiff!" Zhong Yi complained the moment they entered.
"Not everyone’s a natural-born swindler like you," Zhou Yue shot back.
"First, I’ll teach you how to strike… The moment you see someone, spam the attack skill. That way, as soon as they’re in range, you’ll automatically swing."
Zhong Yi began his tutorial.
"Got it!" Zhou Yue nodded earnestly.
"Shit! Shen Yan’s eavesdropping outside—we’re exposed! Kill him, quick!!"
Zhong Yi suddenly spotted half of Shen Yan’s head peeking through the doorway and immediately gave chase.
"Old Zhong, I’m coming too!" Zhou Yue’s blood boiled with excitement.
Damn, just getting his demon identity and already a target?
Talk about perfect timing!
"Brother Shen, warm me up with a little spar!"
Shen Yan’s role was [Constable], and he carried a blade.
But one blade couldn’t hold off two demons. After one strike, he’d be locked in cooldown, leaving him no choice but to flee.
As he ran, he frantically spammed his attack skill.
If anyone got within range, he’d at least take one down with him—that way, he wouldn’t die for nothing!
Just then—
Around the corner—
Zhou Qiaoling wandered by, looking utterly listless.
"Miss Zhou!! Run!! Both of them are demons!!!"
Shen Yan shouted while sprinting, his attack skills firing wildly without a target.
To his shock, Zhou Qiaoling didn’t retreat—instead, her expression lit up with excitement.
"What? Demons!?"
Her eyes gleaming, Zhou Qiaoling dashed forward with quick, eager steps.
Her role was [Scout].
She’d been waiting for the perfect moment to show Zhou Yue just how thrilling Demon Slayer could be!
Talk about perfect timing!
Seeing Zhou Qiaoling charge instead of flee, Zhong Yi frowned.
"Your girl’s probably armed—prepare to clash blades! One each—kill them and we win!"
Zhong Yi barked orders.
"Ha! Blade clash? Leave it to me!!"
Zhou Yue, invigorated, kept spamming his attack skill even without a locked target.
"Damn it, Miss Zhou, don’t—"
Just as Zhou Qiaoling got too close, Shen Yan yelped in alarm.
He’d been spamming his attack skill too, and as he tried to warn her—
Snap!
Zhou Qiaoling stepped right into Shen Yan’s attack range and was instantly cut down.
And because of the [Constable]’s mechanic—killing a good player meant dying alongside them—
One strike, two lives.
Zhong Yi froze mid-step, stunned by the sudden turn.
And in that split second of hesitation—
He, too, stepped into Zhou Yue’s maximum attack range.
Snap!
Another life reaped.
Staring at Zhong Yi’s corpse, Zhou Yue blanked.
He’d been ready to carve out glory side by side with Zhong Yi—who could’ve imagined…
He’d be the one to cut him down?
Overwhelming grief crashed over him, regret tearing at his heart.
"AHHH—!!"
Zhou Yue roared, his surging spiritual energy forcibly disconnecting him from the game.
Eyes bloodshot, he clutched his face, wailing in anguish.
"Old Zhong!!"
"Ah…"
"Old Zhong!! AHH—!!"
……
"So you’re saying Shen Yan killed Zhou Qiaoling, and then Zhong Yi killed Shen Yan, resulting in a double death?"
During the voting phase, the entire room fell into stunned silence after Zhou Yue’s explanation.
None of them were newbies. They quickly pieced together the scenario:
Shen Yan was a [Hero], Zhong Yi was the [Constable], and Zhou Qiaoling was also a good role.
"In that case, Brother Zhou must be innocent."
"Hard to say… If someone else claims [Hero], they might be bluffing."
"Bluffing? Did you see how hard he was crying just now??"
"Honestly, I almost thought Brother Zhong really died…"
"That level of acting? Impossible!"
"Let’s just skip the vote."
……
Under the sympathetic gazes of the crowd, Zhou Yue was baffled.
Well…
Maybe Zhong Yi’s death wasn’t so bad?
Somehow, he’d become the undisputed innocent in everyone’s eyes.
‘To honor Old Zhong’s will… I must win!’
Zhou Yue steeled his resolve.
He wouldn’t let Zhong Yi’s sacrifice be in vain!
Already, he was plotting his next moves to turn the tide.
‘My role is [Skinwalker]—I can shapeshift into others…’
After careful consideration, he realized the brilliance of his ability.
By mimicking others, he could mislead the group, obscure his movements, and find the perfect moment to strike!
Zhou Yue respawned in a cowshed, a smirk curling his lips.
His eyes burned with confidence.
"Old Zhong, watch over me from the heavens!"
"I won’t let your death be for nothing!"
As a demon with blood already on his hands, he no longer felt like a rookie.
Zhou Yue ran through simulations in his mind, envisioning every possible outcome.
Footsteps approached from around the corner.
"Target locked."
His finger hovered over the kill command, ready to strike.
The [Gatekeeper of the Mystic Heaven Sect], oblivious to his fate, turned the corner.
"In an illusion realm like this, where luck means nothing… I! AM! INVINCIBLE!"
Zhou Yue laughed wildly as he unsheathed his crimson-black blade and swung—
In an instant, the [Gatekeeper of the Mystic Heaven Sect] collapsed into a lifeless heap…
Only for two familiar faces to burst out of his stomach.
Mu Yawen: "Thanks for saving us, Senior Brother Zhou!"
Guo Yunwen: "Wait… Why does Senior Brother Zhou have a blade!!?"
Zhou Yue’s grin shattered.
"GODDAMMIT!!"
"WHY DID I JUST KILL A [GLUTTON]!?"
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!
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.
