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???"
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.”
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."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.
