Zhou Yue wielded a massive two-meter-long broadsword, hacking away at the minions with each swing.
With his rage fully stacked, his critical strike rate had soared to 75%, meaning almost every fourth strike landed with a devastating blow.
The satisfying feedback of a critical hit made each slash feel exhilarating.
"Whoa, this blade feels amazing too! Gotta try it in a match someday!"
Zhou Yue was thoroughly pleased with the champion, the Barbarian King, happily pushing his lane with glee.
After the Demonic AI summoned the Teemo Demon King, the entire enemy team camped mid, leaving Zhou Yue free to farm in peace.
"Finally, I don’t have to see that damn—"
Before he could finish, a teleportation circle suddenly appeared beneath his feet.
"…"
Zhou Yue’s smile froze on his face.
The next second, the teleportation array whisked him straight into the presence of the Teemo Demon King.
Their eyes met.
Staring down at the tiny Teemo, who barely reached his knees, Zhou Yue itched to punch the little menace.
But after countless beatings, he knew full well he stood no chance against this pint-sized terror…
The Teemo blinked at him, looking slightly puzzled.
That expression felt eerily familiar—like he’d seen it somewhere before…
"Damn it, I’ll fight you to the—"
[Teemo Demon King has slain Unbreakable (Barbarian King)!]
……
A few dozen seconds later.
"Zhong Yi, didn’t you say he wouldn’t come to the side lanes…?"
Zhou Yue grumbled as he respawned at the fountain.
Everything had happened so fast—he hadn’t even remembered to activate his ultimate.
"Well, did he actually go to your lane?"
"…"
"Relax, old Zhou. These special abilities have cooldowns. A long-range teleport like that has an especially long one. You’re safe to push now!"
"Fine."
Zhou Yue bought another attack speed sword and headed back to the bot lane.
As Zhong Yi had predicted, the Teemo Demon King never appeared in the top or bot lanes—otherwise, the players wouldn’t stand a sliver of a chance.
In contrast, the Teemo Demon King, controlled by the remnant of the Heavenly Dao, was terrifyingly powerful.
Other Demonic AI units had at most three extra skills.
But the Heavenly Dao remnant had access to every champion’s abilities.
In short, once the Teemo Demon King manifested the Heavenly Dao’s true power, players had zero chance of winning in a direct confrontation!
Seeing the Teemo Demon King suddenly dip into the bot-side jungle, Zhou Yue tensed.
"Tch, as long as he doesn’t enter the jungle, it’s fine…"
Humming to himself, Zhou Yue marched forward confidently.
Then—
Without warning—
An arm shot out from the brush near the stone golems, yanking him straight into the jungle.
"???"
Zhou Yue was dumbfounded.
"Got~cha~"
"Bastard! I’ll fight you to the death!!"
……
Even with his ultimate activated, it only bought him five extra seconds.
Zhou Yue returned to the fountain once more.
"Zhong Yi!! You said—"
Before he could finish, Zhong Yi cut in:
"Tell me, did he actually leave the jungle?"
"…No."
"Exactly. Just stick with the minions this time. Don’t get hooked again."
"Fine."
……
This time, Zhou Yue played it smart, leisurely following the minions down the lane.
When he reached the stone golem brush, he even juked back and forth, dancing like a madman.
Zhong Yi couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.
"Stop overthinking it! It’s not like the Teemo Demon King has a personal vendetta against you, right?"
The moment he said it, an enhanced Light Binding shot out from the same damned brush.
A barrage of restraining spells flew from all directions, pinning Zhou Yue in place—then that same unnaturally long arm reached out again…
……
……
As Zhou Yue’s agonized howls echoed from the jungle, the others couldn’t decide whether to pity him or laugh.
Zhong Yi, safely pushing top, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
There was one crucial detail he hadn’t shared with the team about his plan.
Someone had to distract the Teemo Demon King.
It couldn’t be Zhou Qiaoling, who drew too much aggro.
It couldn’t be Mu Yawen, who buffed allies.
And it definitely couldn’t be Li Moran, their main defender…
That left only Zhou Yue.
Besides, no one else could even do the job.
From Zhong Yi’s observations, the Teemo Demon King’s first target was almost always Zhou Yue…
And so, the plan succeeded.
Both the monstrous Teemo Demon King and the annoying Demonic AI were locked down in mid and the jungle.
Zhong Yi split-pushed to his heart’s content—it was like playing a solo game!
"Junior Sister Zhou, keep an eye out for recalls or teleports! I’m pushing high ground!!"
……
……
Li Moran defended their base flawlessly.
Zhou Qiaoling pulled aggro with bated breath.
Zhong Yi backdoored with unbridled joy.
Only one person was left battered, bruised, and seething with rage.
"Damn it, I’ll take you down with me!!"
Zhou Yue struggled to suppress the spiritual energy in his physical body, terrified that an outburst might disconnect him from the illusion.
Since when was bullying allowed like this?
Death after death, in every possible humiliating way.
Zhou Yue gritted his teeth, cursing the fact that cultivation couldn’t be brought into the illusion. Otherwise, he’d have taught this Teemo Demon King a brutal lesson!
Gripping his broadsword, he abandoned the bot lane entirely.
Straight into the jungle he went!
The Teemo Demon King raised an eyebrow, his slit-like eyes flashing with a cruel, bloody light as he struck even harder…
……
Zhong Yi pushed unimpeded through the top lane, taking down the high ground turret before recalling to upgrade his items.
Phantom Dancer, Statikk Shiv, Bloodthirster—the holy trinity of noob-friendly gear.
"Again!!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes burned with determination as he teleported straight into the enemy base.
"Hold the line… buy me as much time as you can!!"
……
"AGAIN!!!"
Zhou Yue roared in unison.
By now, he’d cast aside all reason—his only thought was to kill this damned Teemo Demon King.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yue’s health bar plummeted to critical levels.
Fully immersed in the fight, he timed his Undying Rage perfectly, activating it just as the killing blow landed. Five seconds of invincibility—five seconds to fight like a true barbarian.
The Teemo Demon King’s crimson eyes gleamed as dark flames coalesced in his palm.
Waves of black fire engulfed Zhou Yue.
Even in the illusion, he felt an agony that seared his bones and shattered his soul.
"I refuse to yield!"
Zhou Yue bellowed, swinging his broadsword wildly against the flames.
"Even if the heavens demand my death, I won’t submit!!"
"BREAK!!!"
As the Barbarian King’s ultimate, Endless Rage, flickered out—
The last ember of his life force guttered…
Yet within the endless black flames, Zhou Yue glimpsed faint golden runes swirling…
……
……
[VICTORY!]
The long-awaited victory screen appeared before the five players.
"We won!!"
"Senior Brother Zhong, your strategy was brilliant!"
"Hahaha… the glory of the Lingxiao Sect rests on our shoulders! Huh? Zhou Yue, what’s wrong?"
……
Zhou Yue gazed thoughtfully at his hands, having completely forgotten that not long ago, he had been struggling for victory in the Demonic Dao Human-Machine Battle.
Suddenly, a faint smile curled at the corners of his lips.
"I... have attained enlightenment!"
......
......
The sixth day after the launch of the Demonic Dao Human-Machine Battle.
The Lingxiao Sect team, led by Zhong Yi, triumphed over the Demonic Dao machines, earning fame across the land.
On the same day,
Zhou Yue, a true disciple of the Lingxiao Sect, broke through to the mid-stage of Divine Transformation.
Within the illusory realm, he comprehended the [Heavenly Prison]—a power capable of incinerating all ten thousand Dao arts in existence.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
