"……"
Lu Ze stared at the mission prompt, feeling somewhat speechless.
His system always seemed to mistake the illusions he created for actual worlds…
Clearly, this "alternate dimension" referred to the "Immortal-Demon Gorge."
As for the imbalance between the righteous and demonic factions…
It wasn’t that Lu Ze had designed the heroes with wildly uneven power levels—it was just that the righteous cultivator characters aligned better with the tastes of the righteous faction players.
More players meant more deaths, naturally.
As for the system’s task…
Lu Ze frowned in thought for a moment.
Buff the demonic cultivators?
That was a simple and effective solution.
But doing so would undermine the players’ foundation.
The biggest taboo in MOBA games was balance disruption, especially arbitrary hero adjustments.
Even if Lu Ze went through with it, players might not accept it.
No matter how overpowered an evil little mage became, it would never be as popular as Yasuo.
"Set all the bots to demonic faction roles and crank up their skill level…?"
Lu Ze muttered to himself, but quickly shook his head and dismissed the idea.
Not many people played against bots.
And no matter how high the skill ceiling was, they couldn’t kill that many players.
Unless the abilities broke the existing template…
Wait a second!
A flash of inspiration struck Lu Ze as he recalled a special bot mode from his past life that had once taken the gaming world by storm—
[Doom Bots].
Back then, the designers had whimsically created a bunch of ridiculously overpowered heroes to troll players, only to find that players actually rose to the challenge.
With that kind of death rate, hitting 100,000 deaths in a week was completely normal!
Lu Ze immediately saw the potential.
He could even throw in a skin as bait to lure players into getting stomped.
Given these cultivators’ stubborn refusal to admit defeat, they’d probably line up to feed kills every day.
No time to waste—Lu Ze got straight to designing.
But first, he logged into the server backend to have the Fragment of Heavenly Dao issue a global announcement.
The Fragment of Heavenly Dao was perched atop a colorful mushroom, watching with amusement as players battled in the Immortal-Demon Gorge.
Lu Ze smirked.
Well, who would’ve thought this guy was a Teemo enjoyer?
Truly fitting for the Fragment of Heavenly Dao…
Lu Ze guessed the Fragment probably wanted to join in, but it only liked stomping noobs. Playing on equal footing with the cultivators was beneath its dignity, so it refused to participate.
Hold on…
Lu Ze’s eyebrows rose as an amusing thought occurred to him.
The bots in Doom Bots weren’t on the same level as players at all…
Didn’t that perfectly match the Fragment’s requirements?
With that in mind, he cheerfully waved at the Fragment:
"Seems you like playing Teemo? Perfect timing—I’ve got a job for you…"
……
……
Thunderpeak Mountain, Azure Cloud Pavilion.
Zhong Yi stared greedily at the massive wave of minions about to crash into his tower, practically salivating.
After his research, lane assignments had stabilized, and Zhong Yi had found his new role—top lane.
Whether it was Nasus or Yasuo, there was room to shine.
Lately, he’d been especially fond of Nasus.
Nasus’s Q ability was called [Siphoning Strike].
Each unit killed permanently increased the skill’s damage, making it a pure scaling champion.
Zhong Yi’s favorite line to his teammates lately was, "Don’t rush, wait till I hit 1,000 stacks."
"One cannon minion, two cannon minions… Yes! Time to ult and stack!"
Zhong Yi watched as Shen Yan’s three-wave slow push finally reached his tower, drooling at the sight.
"Brother Zhong, your skin’s nice, but your mechanics need work."
Shen Yan and Zhong Yi were old rivals, always trash-talking each other.
Shen Yan’s champion pool mostly consisted of top-lane juggernauts, so they’d clashed many times before.
This time, Zhong Yi was 0-3 in the early game again.
But he wasn’t worried—he had absolute faith in Nasus’s scaling.
Once he hit 500 stacks, it was game over.
"Just you wait till I hit a thousand stacks…"
Zhong Yi gritted his teeth as the minions entered tower range, immediately activating his ultimate.
"Well, you’d better hurry…"
Shen Yan grinned.
His favorite champions were mostly hammer-wielders.
This game, Shen Yan was playing [Mordekaiser], a demonic hammer-user.
"Wait, you’re not—"
Zhong Yi suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Haha, get in here!!"
Shen Yan pointed at Zhong Yi, dragging him into the [Realm of Death].
This was an isolated dimension where only the caster and the target existed.
In other words—no minions.
Zhong Yi’s mental state shattered. His jaw dropped, veins bulging in his eyes.
"You bastard—"
"Let me out!!!"
"I’ll duel you at the Heavenly Profound Sect after this!! Just you wait!!"
"Ahhhh my cannon minions!!!"
……
……
Zhong Yi finished the game in a daze.
Every time he tried to farm, that bastard Shen Yan would ult him.
At this point, Zhong Yi couldn’t tell who the real Nasus player was—him or Shen Yan.
Winning with only 200 stacks thanks to his teammates left him feeling hollow.
"Nasus is too weak early… Maybe I should find a way to safely leech XP?"
Reflecting on his matches, Zhong Yi realized he kept dying trying to get early XP and started brainstorming new strategies.
Just then, a new system announcement popped up in his face.
[New Event: Happy Bots, Stress Relief~]
[Recent feedback suggests bot difficulty is too high. Adjustments have been made: Bots’ spirit stone acquisition rate has been reset and will now scale with their own progression, no longer increasing over time.]
[After hard training, cultivators can unwind in bot matches~]
[During the event, defeating bots will reward skins and titles!]
After reading the announcement once, Zhong Yi thought he’d misread it and went over it several more times.
"Wait…"
"Did Junior Brother Lu grow a conscience?? They nerfed bots AND added skin rewards???"
Zhong Yi was stunned.
Was this the same Lu the Demon he knew?
The previous bots were hard because their gold income was fixed.
No matter how hard players fought to kill a bot, they’d recall only to find themselves half an item behind…
Now that the mechanic was gone, what challenge did bots even pose?
Absolutely none!
Looking at the [Devil Teemo] skin reward, Zhong Yi felt for the first time that Lu Ze might have had a change of heart.
He remembered spending 2,000 spirit stones just to roll for a Zhuge Liang skin last time…
Now, Lu Ze seemed as benevolent as a paragon of righteousness.
Teemo might be universally hated, but who would turn down a free skin?
Still fuming from Shen Yan’s torment, Zhong Yi suddenly felt like "bullying some bots" sounded pretty good.
"Now this is truly relaxing and stress-relieving..."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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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.
