"Damn it, how are these 'good guys' so sneaky? They even have undercover agents?"
Another round ended in record time, leaving Han Yiwen questioning his life choices.
That big oaf had actually reverse-trapped him, leading his demonic faction teammates right into an ambush by the righteous faction?
These so-called righteous cultivators were downright vicious!
After the match, Han Yiwen found himself blocked by two demonic teammates.
On the bright side, he received nine thumbs-up from the good guys.
"No way, again! I refuse to believe this!"
Han Yiwen wasn’t giving up.
As a demonic hall master, how could he lose in a game where he was supposed to play the demonic faction?
This time, he wised up.
He had to hide his identity.
Even teammates couldn’t be fully trusted.
What if another undercover agent showed up?
In this round, Han Yiwen ran into a player called "Genius Cultivator" right at the start, who kept offering to "trade sincerity for sincerity."
For some reason, everyone else avoided him like the plague, scattering in all directions.
"Fellow cultivator, care to trade sincerity for sincerity?"
Genius Cultivator grinned as he approached Han Yiwen.
Han Yiwen thought for a moment—he needed an accomplice to cover for him.
"Sure."
……
Not long after.
Han Yiwen deeply regretted not turning tail and running the moment he saw Genius Cultivator.
"Stand in the corner. Don’t move."
"...Fine."
"What’s your role? Tell me."
"I’ve said it ten thousand times, I’m really a good guy..."
"No, you’re not."
"But I am—"
"No, you’re not."
"......"
Han Yiwen’s sanity was crumbling.
Now he understood why everyone avoided this "Genius Cultivator."
The guy was like a persistent fly, buzzing nonstop in his ear...
If he weren’t a harmless [Rotting Specter], Han Yiwen would’ve cleaved him in two already.
Behind them, several players were laughing at the spectacle.
"Tell me, what’s your role?"
Genius Cultivator pressed on.
"I..."
Han Yiwen snapped.
Screw this stupid game!
"Fine, I’m demonic. Kill me."
"No, you’re not."
"???"
……
……
Five rounds later.
Han Yiwen hadn’t won a single match.
No—
Correction: He hadn’t survived past the first round in any of them.
He was starting to question reality.
Who the hell were the real demons here???
Han Yiwen exited the illusion realm with a scowl.
Looking up—
Great. Everyone else had already finished, waiting outside with equally miserable expressions.
"You... all lost too?"
Han Yiwen was stunned.
He thought he was just unlucky, running into pros every time.
But his entire group of demonic cultivators had lost?
What the hell was going on?
"Hundred-Faced Demon, you’re the best at disguise... why’d you exit the illusion so early?"
"Me? I’m nothing!"
Hundred-Faced Demon looked like he was about to cry.
"I got the [Sheriff] role, caught a traitor and executed him... then some guy immediately backstabbed me, claiming HE was the real [Sheriff]! And everyone believed him!!!"
"Yikes..."
Han Yiwen sucked in a breath, then turned to another demonic cultivator.
"Tongue-Sword Scholar, you’re the best at twisting words among us... surely you didn’t lose too?"
"How could I win?"
Tongue-Sword Scholar looked utterly defeated.
"I got the [Scout] role, thinking whoever killed me would be screwed."
"Guess what?"
"Someone stabbed me, then coolly claimed they stepped on an invisible corpse from a [Hall Assassin]... and nobody doubted him!"
"This..."
Han Yiwen was speechless.
He refused to accept it.
Nearly a hundred demonic cultivators—how could they all lose?
"Netherworld Visitor, you’re the most ruthless. You must have something to say?"
"Ruthless? Compared to them?"
Netherworld Visitor’s eyes were bloodshot, his whole body trembling.
"These righteous cultivators are monsters... absolute monsters!!!"
"Even when they’re on my team, they’ll stab their own without hesitation... more demonic than actual demons!!!"
"When asked, they just spout nonsense about 'chains' and 'solo victory'... worse than the real thing!"
The three horror stories instantly resonated with the other demonic cultivators.
"I saw a traitor killing from afar, so I tried to vote him out... but instead of running, he rang the bell himself and framed ME for the murder..."
"So scummy! They promised 'sincerity for sincerity,' then killed me and stole my clothes!"
"Anyone worse off than me? I played [Rotting Specter], teamed up with a demon who said he’d kill while I ate the bodies so nobody could ring the bell... then after the third kill, I became the fourth..."
"It’s all just schemes!!"
……
"Enough, fellow cultivators! Don’t crush your own morale... we’re the demonic faction!"
Han Yiwen cleared his throat.
As a hall master, he had to rally the troops.
"We’re just unfamiliar with the illusion’s mechanics... let’s memorize all the roles and skills. Tomorrow, we’ll turn the tables!"
"Yes!!"
……
……
Then came the second and third days.
The demonic faction’s losing streak continued.
Not a single one advanced!
Each day’s post-match analysis was more despairing than the last!
They finally understood what "the righteous path towers higher than the demonic" meant.
These righteous cultivators’ tricks evolved daily!
Not a single word from their mouths could be trusted!
They framed others without blinking!
By the third day’s end, the group was utterly demoralized, resigned to their fate.
"It’s a demonic roleplay competition... so why are they better at it than us?"
"Next to them, we’re as pure as fresh snow..."
"Foolish demons complain. Wise demons take notes."
"Seriously, who ARE the real demons here??"
……
The defeated demonic squad didn’t leave immediately.
Curious, they stayed to see who’d ultimately win the demonic competition.
"We’re already here... wanna place some bets?"
"My money’s on [Genius Cultivator]. That bastard’s too good at lying!"
"I’m betting on [Smart Little Zhou]! Ran into her a few times... her luck’s insane!"
"[Hammer Sage Shen Yan]’s pretty strong too. Solid odds."
……
As they debated, only Han Yiwen wore a troubled expression.
"In a demonic competition, not one of us even ranked..."
"If only a true demonic overlord could restore our honor..."
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
