"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..."
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
