【What the hell is this gameplay?】
【Is Lingxiao Sect’s mid-laner intentionally feeding?!】
【So trash…】
【Zhou Yue keeps getting caught out every time—how is the enemy’s map awareness this good?】
【Hahaha, victory for the rogue cultivators!】
【Something feels off… Their mid-laner keeps swapping Flash and Ignite positions…】
【This playstyle… eerily familiar. Feels like I’m seeing traces of two old legends…】
【Now that you mention it, the top-laner’s mechanics resemble “Ghost Sword Immortal,” that one-trick Mordekaiser player!】
【“Ghost Sword Immortal”? Didn’t people say he went missing recently?】
【Weird. Even though the rogue team’s stomping, it feels oddly unsatisfying to watch?】
【Damn, what a waste of Li Moran’s skills!】
……
The barrage of comments flooded the stream.
No one expected the highly anticipated Lingxiao Sect team to be utterly dominated.
Two consecutive matches ended before the 20-minute mark, their Nexus obliterated with ease.
But what could they do?
Their two star players, Li Moran and Zhou Yue, were completely shut down.
The mid-lane, usually their strongest pillar, today played like a paid actor—atrociously bad!
Countless bettors in rogue cultivator gambling dens, who had staked their fortunes on Lingxiao Sect, erupted in rage, swearing to hunt down Liu Mo in person.
Now, the third match had begun.
Zhong Yi hastily adjusted their strategy, dedicating all vision control to Zhou Yue.
Zhou Qiaoling even abandoned her support role for Li Moran, roaming to assist Zhou Yue in the jungle, barely stabilizing their collapsing map control.
But a bigger issue emerged—
Liu Mo, the mid-laner, kept dying.
The enemy’s Dark Enchantress snowballed out of control, her ultimate instantly crippling Li Moran’s combat effectiveness!
Soon, the fed enemy mid-jungle duo tipped the scales irreversibly in favor of the Godslayer team.
Liu Mo’s Yasuo dashed recklessly into the enemy team, blatantly handing over another kill.
The domino effect began—Lingxiao Sect fell one by one, and Godslayer marched toward their base.
The stream’s chat exploded.
【Match-fixing! Match-fixing!】
【Refund!!!】
【Did Liu Mo bet against his own team??】
【Then why not throw in the finals? The odds would’ve been higher!】
【Ugh, scum like this should quit the Illusionary Realm and go practice demonic arts!】
【Why pick Yasuo with zero knock-ups in the comp!?】
【Even I, a rogue cultivator, can’t watch this—such a dirty win!】
【Remake!!!】
【Even caster Zhong Yi would play better than this trash Liu Mo!!】
……
“Why Yasuo? Hah…”
Zhong Yi let out a bitter chuckle reading the comments.
He didn’t know either.
During draft, he’d specifically assigned Liu Mo a wave-clearing mage to compensate for his “poor form.”
Yet at the last second, Liu Mo locked in Yasuo, claiming he’d “prove himself.”
Now…
Zhong Yi shook his head, face twisted in frustration.
If not for being on broadcast, he’d have cursed Liu Mo outright—this had to be sabotage!
……
Inside the Celestial-Demon Canyon.
“Dammit, is there still a chance!?”
Zhou Yue growled, staring at his grayed-out screen.
A long-forgotten powerlessness surged through him.
The others stayed silent.
By all logic, this was checkmate.
Then, Liu Mo—the first to die—respawned.
“Liu… Mo!”
Zhou Yue’s expression darkened, but he gritted his teeth.
“I, Zhou Yue, never beg. But today, I’m asking you to clear the waves—even if it costs your life!”
“Whatever happened to you today, we’ll let it slide!”
Liu Mo suddenly laughed.
“Heh… Hehehe!”
“We’re past pretending, aren’t we? You know.”
“Yes! They’re right beside me! They see and hear everything you do!”
“Tell me… Do I have any escape? Any way out? Huh, Senior Brother Zhou?”
The other four froze.
They’d suspected, but hearing it confirmed was another blow.
“They offered me spirit stones… artifacts…”
“What does this Illusionary Realm trash give me? Even with this talent, what’s the point of entering the inner sect?”
“Helping them win gets me more than Lingxiao Sect ever could!!”
“You geniuses with your heaven-defying aptitudes will never understand!!”
“Screw this damned sect!!”
After his frenzied outburst, Liu Mo’s champion vanished at the base gates.
【Liu Buyi (Yasuo) has left the Illusionary Realm】
The remaining four inhaled sharply.
They’d guessed Liu Mo was throwing—but not that he’d self-destruct so spectacularly.
He’d quit mid-match!
“Can… can we still turn this around?”
Zhou Qiaoling whispered.
Zhou Yue and Mu Yawen stayed silent.
Only Li Moran looked up at the canyon’s sky, as if waiting for something.
Outside the arena,
tens of thousands of viewers raged.
【Bastard!! He was bribed!!!】
【No wonder Godslayer always knew Lingxiao’s positions!】
【What kind of rogue cultivators resort to this!?】
【Well… the rules never banned it…】
【Screw that!! I’m a rogue, and even I say kick Godslayer out!!!】
【Agreed!! They’re ruining the scene!!!】
【What happens with a player down?】
【Where’s the sub!? Someone step in!】
【Holy shit, caster Zhong Yi’s logging in?? Trying to join the game??】
【The coach is warming up!!!】
【Hang in there, Lingxiao Sect!!】
……
“No!! Coaches aren’t eligible!! Why!!!”
Zhong Yi roared in frustration.
Tournament systems had unique restrictions.
During drafts, coaches could enter the altar to strategize.
If a player disconnected due to unforeseen circumstances, a substitute could take over—but only once per match…
……
Zhong Yi had tried to replace Liu Mo’s abandoned champion as the coach, but the system rejected him.
The respawn timer showed 30 seconds.
More than enough for Godslayer to end the game!
“Is there… really no hope left…?”
On the broadcast desk, Zhong Yi’s eyes reddened.
Their substitute, Bai Mu, had vanished a month ago.
How could they possibly summon him now?
As the members of the [Immortal-Slaying Path] team appeared one after another at the entrance of the high ground, Zhong Yi let out a deep sigh.
He rubbed the corners of his eyes and spoke in as steady a voice as he could muster:
"Though it’s hardly honorable... congratulations to the [Immortal-Slaying Path] team for securing this vict—"
Mid-sentence, Zhong Yi’s eyes suddenly widened.
Across the skies of the Immortal-Demon Canyon, a line of glaring text floated into view—
[Bai Mu (The Unforgiven) is joining the battle...]
The next moment,
a striking young man with a few stray locks of hair falling over his forehead materialized at the heart of the fountain.
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?"
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."
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.”
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
