"Finally, it's over..."
Watching the five opponents on the other side disconnect simultaneously, Lu Ze let out a sigh of relief.
He had taken them down 14 times with a single life, and just now, he'd scored a pseudo-penta-kill...
If this kept up, they’d probably surrender again.
Fortunately, Nangong Yuan's demon-hunting squad should have already reached their location by now.
At this very moment, those demonic cultivators were likely engaged in a far more intense real-life battle.
"Wow, the enemy quit the game! Doesn’t that mean we can..."
Zhou Qiaoling rubbed her hands excitedly, eager to push for the enemy’s base.
"No!"
Zhou Yue, who was farming the nearby jungle camp, shot her a stern look and declared righteously:
"We’re righteous cultivators! Even if they resort to underhanded tricks, we can’t stoop to their level!"
"Fair play matters—how can we take advantage of their misfortune?"
"Think about Brother Bai, who upheld honor and vows even when he was low on health. Look at yourself, then look at Bai... huh?"
Zhou Yue’s speech trailed off as he froze in place.
"Brother Bai, why are you pushing towers harder than my sister?!!"
Lu Ze was wildly swinging his arms, his shuriken practically tearing through the enemy structures.
With Nangong Yuan’s squad already on-site, his mission was complete, and he couldn’t wait to clock out.
He glanced back at Zhou Yue:
"What’s with all the rambling? Quit standing around and help push!"
......
The audience raised no objections to the Lingxiao Sect’s "opportunistic" tower push to secure victory.
After all, against a team that relied on demonic arts, any means were justified.
Moreover,
the next two matches had already proven that, even if they hadn’t disconnected, they stood no chance of winning.
Seizing the livestream’s peak viewership, Zhong Yi announced the Lingxiao Sect’s successful strike against a demonic faction, while also exposing the true nature of the [Immortal-Slaying Path] team.
Instantly, the entire rogue cultivator community was on edge, fearing they might be the next target.
Fortunately, Lu Ze had prepared for this. He swiftly announced changes for future tournaments:
Major competitions would now be held offline.
Additionally, in collaboration with the remnants of the Heavenly Dao, a soul-verification system was added to the illusionary realm’s login magic, completely cutting off any similar demonic exploits.
Luckily, among the cultivators abducted by the demonic faction, only Liu Mo had perished—the rest suffered no fatal injuries.
Their spiritual damage wasn’t severe either. Elder Lin Qingxuan concocted a medicinal pill on-site, and they’d recover fully within half a month.
With that, the unrest among rogue cultivators gradually subsided.
After this incident, cultivators became far more cautious about their online privacy.
Few dared to reveal their origins publicly anymore...
......
Bai Mu’s legendary reversal against the demonic team remained a hot topic for ages.
Countless cultivators rushed to emulate his Yasuo’s double-wind EQ-flash or his Zed’s triple-shadow technique.
For a long time, the mid-lane in the Immortal-Demon Rift was dominated by either Yasuo or Zed.
Though, more often than not, they were the "Troll-suo" and "Baby Zed" variety.
In the years that followed,
whenever players of Immortal-Demon Clash spoke of miraculous comebacks, they’d recall that Yasuo who cut through all with the wind.
When discussing clutch outplays, the legendary Zed duel would always come up.
As for True Lord Yuelun...
he became the greatest punching bag in illusionary realm history.
Mention the strongest, and Bai Mu’s name would follow.
Mention Bai Mu, and True Lord Yuelun would inevitably be dragged into the conversation.
The poor player behind the [True Lord Yuelun] tag was truly pitiable.
After being rescued by Nangong Yuan’s group, he woke as if from a dream—
a dream where he’d been utterly humiliated by an overwhelmingly skilled Zed.
Then he realized the dream was real.
Rumor had it his Dao heart shattered, and he never touched Zed again...
......
A week after Bai Mu’s godlike performance,
the Heavenly Dao Cup finals arrived: Lingxiao Sect vs. Qingshan Sect.
The Qingshan Sect’s team was far weaker than the star-studded [Immortal-Slaying Path] squad.
Lu Ze treated it as pure fun, playing three matches in a row.
That day, under the gaze of countless spectators,
everyone eagerly anticipated what spectacle Bai Mu would deliver.
Instead, Lu Ze dropped a bombshell.
Game 1: AP Shaco.
Summarized in one word—
Abomination.
Channeling the teachings of a certain unhinged streamer from his past life, he mastered psychological warfare to perfection.
The opposing mid-laner suffered endlessly.
The enemy jungler even rage-quit at one point...
Every time they saw a low-health target and moved in for the kill, a fear-box would send them running.
Few kills were secured, but mental defenses were thoroughly shattered.
To make matters worse, Qingshan Sect’s mid-laner was none other than Xu Huoyao.
Mid-match, he unleashed a flurry of system-filtered expletives...
becoming the butt of countless jokes.
Game 2: Neeko.
This one seemed normal at first glance.
But in Lu Ze’s hands, lane phase became a farce—real body disguised as a minion, clone baiting spells—played with shameless finesse.
By the end, Qingshan Sect hesitated to last-hit even a siege minion, terrified it might be Bai Mu in disguise.
Game 3: The most diabolical yet.
He locked in the King of Torment—Zilean.
Credit again went to a certain streamer.
For a time, searching "abomination" on Douyin would bring up this guy as the top result.
That’s how infamous he was.
And Lu Zhe embodied his legacy perfectly.
Enemy tried to farm? Bomb to the face.
Going for a siege minion? Double bombs.
Frustrated and tried to all-in?
Speed boost to dodge skills, taunt while kiting, then toss another bomb.
Tried to flee?
Chased down and tortured...
How bad was it?
Even the barrage of comments pitied Qingshan Sect.
[Is this even human gameplay?]
[Abomination! Absolute abomination!]
[He has the skill to be a god, yet chooses to play like a demon...]
[Well, if you’re gonna be a monster, might as well go all out.]
[Now I get why so many want to uncover Bai Mu’s real identity.]
[Mark my words—the Rift’s gonna be flooded with Shacos and Zileans now.]
[Forget ‘Bai Mu’—call him the Pale Demon.]
[Revoke his godhood!]
......
That day’s commentary was especially lively.
Across all three games, Bai Mu embraced the art of being utterly insufferable.
Amid the laughter, the Lingxiao Sect swept Qingshan Sect 3-0, claiming the first Heavenly Dao Cup championship.
"Skin time! Skin time!"
Zhou Qiaoling cheered, hopping down from the altar.
"I’m picking the Radiant Saintess! What about you guys?"
The champion’s rewards included a fragment of ancient arcane arts and the highest honor in the illusionary realm:
A team skin set.
Each member could select a champion they’d used to receive a custom skin.
Mu Yawen: "Heh, I’ll take Sett."
Zhou Yue: "Kayn. Looks cool!"
Li Moran: "Fiora."
The four quickly decided, then turned to Bai Mu:
"Brother Bai, what’s your pick?"
"Doesn’t matter... any suggestions?" Lu Ze shrugged.
A skin?
He’d designed every skin in the Rift...
The concept meant nothing to him.
"How about Yasuo? The champion that started your legend!"
"Double tribulation battles are pretty epic too!"
"What about Time? It’s kinda scummy, but it fits the character..."
...
The three of them debated fervently when Li Moran, who had been silent until now, suddenly blinked and softly suggested:
"Teemo."
The idea instantly lit up the room.
"Teemo? Hahaha, Bai Mu’s Teemo skin?? Now that’s suddenly interesting!"
"Thinking about it, Teemo’s mischievous personality and today’s playstyle..."
"It’s so unexpected and fun!"
"Bai Mu, how about picking Teemo?"
Seeing the four of them unanimously agree,
At the same time, the sky above the canyon suddenly crackled with lightning, strange phenomena appearing one after another.
Lu Ze’s lips twitched slightly.
He understood—not only were his four teammates urging him to pick Teemo, but even the Heavenly Dao was nudging him.
"Alright, let’s go with Teemo then."
[P.S. LOL is over. Just a quick note on what’s next. Having two online games back-to-back doesn’t flow well, and the timeline’s off. So, as usual, we’ll slot in a mini-game as a transition before moving to the next online game, Naraka: Bladepoint.]
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
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."
