"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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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.
