The ratio of demons to good players was two to seven.
In this round, they needed to eliminate at least two good players, and Lu Ze had to snipe another one during the meeting to have even the slightest chance of victory.
But the problem was—there was too little information.
The previous round had ended in less than two minutes.
And the good players were tight-lipped.
The good news was, Lu Ze and his demon teammate, Player 6, had spawned near each other.
"Junior Brother Guo... I'm not mistaken, am I?"
Lu Ze lowered his voice, imitating Shen Yan's tone.
He had recognized Shen Yan the moment [Taotie] spoke.
If he couldn’t mimic others' in-game roles, he’d mimic their real-life identities instead.
"S-Senior Brother Shen!? You’re not..."
Player 6—Guo Yunwen—was startled, confirming Lu Ze had guessed right.
"That was probably Old Lin... Though, it’s also possible someone else is impersonating me. Like Brother Lu."
Lu Ze shook his head unhurriedly.
"Oh? If that old demon Lu actually died on the first day, that’d be fantastic. Heh heh heh..."
"..."
"Senior Brother Shen, what should we do now?"
"We’re already too far behind in rounds... This time, you and I must kill at least two good players to have any hope of winning."
"It’s too crowded now—it’ll be hard to act..."
"If we don’t act now, we’ll lose for sure. Even if we’re caught, it’s fine. Try to trick others into revealing their roles. I can use [Curse Kill] to catch up."
"Got it!"
Guo Yunwen didn’t doubt Lu Ze’s plan.
The two split up, each looking for an opportunity.
Lu Ze, however, wasn’t in a hurry to strike.
Guo Yunwen was the aggressive type—he wasn’t.
His cover as a good player had to last until the decisive moment.
He blended back into the crowd.
By now, the good players’ guard wasn’t as high as in the first round. Some had begun carelessly leaking information.
For example, Player 3 was armed—likely the [Constable].
Player 5 mentioned seeing Player 6 chasing Player 4 near a corner.
Lu Ze knew that spot well—there was a suit of armor there.
Guo Yunwen was his teammate. If he was chasing Player 4, it had to be when no one else was around.
If Player 5 wasn’t lying...
Then Player 4 had to be the [Artisan], a role that could hide inside armor.
"Someone’s dead! Someone’s dead!"
A shout drew everyone toward the factory.
Seeing Guo Yunwen surrounded by the crowd, Lu Ze’s heart sank.
He’d been caught red-handed...
If a meeting was called now, even if Lu Ze succeeded in [Curse Killing] one, they’d still be too far behind.
They needed to kill one more...
No—two more good players!
Luckily, the good players had surrounded Guo Yunwen but weren’t rushing to call a vote.
Lu Ze suspected the real reason was that they couldn’t find the body.
Guo Yunwen’s role was [Ghoul]—he could devour a corpse.
If the sole witness had run back to call for help, Guo Yunwen had plenty of time to eat the body unnoticed.
"Player 6, what’s your role? Talk!"
"Where’s the body? Didn’t you say someone died?"
"Player 6 ate it!"
...
Guo Yunwen was a veteran of The Demon’s Game.
Faced with accusations, he quickly spun a defense.
"I said I was an armed good player, and Player 4 just ran. I thought he was suspicious, so I killed him... As for the body, there’s a [Ghoul] this round—they must’ve eaten it to frame me."
Naturally, no one bought it.
They pressed Guo Yunwen to reveal his role, but he stayed silent.
Lu Ze knew he was stalling for his kill cooldown.
"Player 3, you’re armed, right? Kill him! He’s definitely not good!"
"He’s trying to run—kill him now!"
"All armed players, go!"
...
Player 3 hesitated, then gave chase.
Lu Ze positioned himself carefully, keeping Player 3 between himself and Guo Yunwen.
He needed a chance to strike "justifiably" to turn the tide.
Then—a twist.
Player 3, the [Constable], seemed afraid of a mutual kill and hesitated.
Guo Yunwen seized the opening and stabbed him dead.
‘This is it!’
Lu Ze’s eyes lit up.
A bold plan formed in his mind.
He stepped forward and activated his kill skill—
"Accidentally" slashing Player 13, who had been pressing close to him.
"Ah, damn it!"
Lu Ze "panicked," then quickly rang the meeting bell over the corpse.
As everyone gathered, Lu Ze sighed and explained earnestly:
"I saw Player 6 kill Player 3, so I knew he wasn’t good... My blade lit up, and I tried to kill him, but Player 13 suddenly got in the way..."
When he said "blade lit up," his gaze swept the crowd.
Player 8’s subtle reaction gave him the answer.
"Wait!"
Player 8 frowned.
"You said... your blade lit up? What does that mean?"
Lu Ze’s lips curled faintly.
‘Found you.’
[Avenger] was a known role this round—their skill allowed them to briefly gain a kill opportunity if someone nearby was murdered.
Only one person would react to "blade lit up"—the real [Avenger]!
Lu Ze feigned guilt and continued:
"Right when he killed someone, my skill activated. Yeah, I’m the [Avenger]."
As he spoke, he silently activated [Curse Kill].
Target: Player 8.
Role—
[Avenger]!
Thud!
Player 8 collapsed, impaled through the chest.
Before anyone could react, Lu Ze suddenly laughed in relief:
"Hah! You fell for it... I’m the [Knight]!"
[Knight]?
Even if the role existed this round, the only possible [Knight] was the unlucky Player 13, who’d just died trying to help.
So...
This lie was flawless.
"I knew the [Death Curse Master] was still alive, so I pretended to be the [Avenger]... and Player 8 took the bait! Close call."
Lu Ze patted his chest, smiling.
"This round, we vote out Player 6. Good players should win now."
No one objected.
His story, paired with Player 8’s sudden death, was too convincing.
Too perfect.
As he was voted out, Guo Yunwen delivered one last performance—
Despair, fear, struggle...
Then elimination.
The moment his soul ascended, Guo Yunwen burst into laughter.
"Hahaha!"
"Holy shit, Senior Brother Shen is insane..."
"How did he turn this disaster into a win in seconds?"
"I knew he was good, but this good? Damn..."
Guo Yunwen was in the middle of speaking when he suddenly realized...
Shen Yan's soul had long since drifted into the air, staring at him with an exasperated expression.
"Senior Brother Shen???"
"Why are you here??"
"Then..."
"Who is he???"
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.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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."
