Hearing Zhong Yi's question, Zhou Yue recalled his recent ordeal, and a wave of bitterness welled up in his heart.
"Ah!!! You have no idea what happened to me!!!"
"I found the haunted room—it was in the basement… and then the basement door suddenly locked! I was trapped inside with the ghost!!"
"And then, for some reason, the ghost started messing with me… blowing out candles, breathing down my neck…"
"Luckily, I’ve got nerves of steel, so I didn’t even flinch."
"But guess what? The ghost suddenly ignored the protection period and started hunting me down… and then I died."
As he spoke, Zhou Yue wore a deeply aggrieved expression.
"But honestly, this illusion realm is pretty incredible…"
"In the end, out of nowhere, a divine bird appeared and resurrected me?"
"Hahaha, you all keep saying I have bad luck, but look—even a divine bird blesses and revives me. Am I finally turning things around?"
"...Huh? Why is everyone so quiet?"
After listening to Zhou Yue’s account, the three of them exchanged uneasy glances.
Only then did they realize the truth.
Those bone lots they had drawn earlier weren’t defective.
All their effects had been dumped onto Zhou Yue alone!!
Quick-witted as ever, Zhong Yi pinched his chin and muttered under his breath:
"So, [Heavenly Net and Earthly Trap] locks the ghost in the haunted room, [Fate’s Misfortune] makes the ghost more aggressive, [Vengeful Ghost’s Hunt] forces it to start hunting immediately, and [Miraculous Survival] is… resurrection?"
"What’s all that mumbling about?"
Zhou Yue scratched his head curiously.
Mu Yawen was about to speak when Zhong Yi clapped a hand over her mouth.
"N-Nothing! Old Zhou, turning your luck around is great! Really great… See all these lanterns? They’re lit just to celebrate your newfound fortune!"
"Hmph, at least you know how to talk… Hey, little sis, what’s that in your hand?"
Zhou Yue suddenly noticed the exquisite bone lot tube in Zhou Qiaoling’s grip and perked up.
"This…"
Zhou Qiaoling hurriedly hid the tube behind her back.
"It’s just… a little trinket from the room! For drawing lots, nothing special!"
"Drawing lots? Let me see!"
Hearing this, Zhou Yue grew even more excited.
Seriously? They were playing with lots right after his supposed luck turned around?
How could he not show off his new streak?
He snatched the Yin-Yang Divination Bones from Zhou Qiaoling’s hands and examined them closely.
Instantly, he saw the system’s description of the item.
"Hah, a cursed artifact? Hiding such a treasure from your own brother… Don’t worry, my luck’s changed now!"
Zhou Yue grinned, shaking the tube with unwavering confidence.
Inside, only a single bone lot remained.
"Whoa, the last one? Can’t let it go to waste!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the other three instinctively took a step back.
"Senior Zhong Yi… what if it’s [Vengeful Ghost’s Hunt] again?" Mu Yawen whispered.
"It’s fine, it’s fine… [Vengeful Ghost’s Hunt] already triggered once. It shouldn’t happen again," Zhong Yi reassured himself.
"And don’t forget, there’s still [Illusory Mirage]! What are the odds of drawing another [Calamity]?"
No sooner had he spoken than Zhou Yue plucked the final bone lot from the tube.
The moment it left the container, the lot’s surface turned pitch black!
Etched onto it was the ghastly image of a ghost hanging upside down, its deathly visage horrifying to behold.
Beneath it, the words glared ominously:
[Extreme Calamity: Hour of Reckoning]
A wisp of deathly black energy slithered from the lot like an arrow, burrowing into Zhou Yue’s fingertip and slithering toward his heart.
"I—"
Before he could react, two bloodied ghostly hands materialized at the corners of his vision, clawing toward his eyeballs.
In an instant, Zhou Yue met his end once more, his soul departing his body.
The three below stared in stunned silence at Zhou Yue’s corpse—his limbs twisted, his neck wrung into unnatural segments—before the reality of the situation finally sank in.
Zhong Yi, filled with regret for not stopping Zhou Yue in time, choked back a sob:
"Old Zhou…"
"Ah!!"
"Old Zhou!!!"
[Got back late—next chapter will be updated later.]
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?"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
