"Junior Brother Lu, you finally came out... You weren’t replying, and your senior brother here is a rough man who couldn’t help much. I was getting really worried."
Seeing Lu Ze leisurely descending from the Demon-Slaying Platform, Zhou Yue and Mu Yawen hurriedly ushered him away.
"What, afraid I’d lose?"
Lu Ze found it amusing.
On the third day of the competition, Zhou Yue had bombarded him with messages.
At the time, he had been busy crafting an illusionary realm and hadn’t checked them until just now.
The gist was an angry rant about how the Qingshan Sect had shamelessly copied his ideas, warning him not to let his guard down because their illusionary realm was indeed of decent quality.
"Not exactly..."
Zhou Yue’s face reddened slightly—he had worried about that.
"Relax, even if I went easy on them, that knockoff wouldn’t stand a chance."
Lu Ze shook his head with a laugh.
Zhou Yue was surprised. "You’ve played it?"
"Yeah."
"When?"
"Before submitting my illusionary crystal."
After finishing his own illusionary realm, Lu Ze had finally checked Zhou Yue’s messages and casually downloaded The Demon-Slaying Chronicles from the Heavenly Dao Network.
Three minutes in, he’d already seen through it.
From the perspective of a player in his past life, it was like a shoddy Dynasty Warriors knockoff.
The hack-and-slash experience was lacking, character equipment and skill progression was poorly balanced, and the boss designs were crude...
They’d copied the surface but missed the core of what made the gameplay satisfying.
Compared to his own creation, it was worlds apart.
"Junior Brother Lu, you said this illusionary realm could help Senior Brother Zhong... Can it really?"
Mu Yawen couldn’t hold back her impatience, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Senior Brother Zhong... got locked up?"
Lu Ze glanced around, noticing Zhong Yi’s absence.
"Yeah."
Zhou Yue nodded gravely.
"The rumors are getting out of hand. To protect him, the Grand Elder ordered him to reflect in Reflection Valley for now."
"I see..."
Lu Ze nodded, then flashed a confident smile.
"Don’t worry. This illusionary realm will help him."
"How?"
Mu Yawen pressed eagerly.
Lu Ze patted her shoulder with a grin.
"Once he clears it, Senior Brother Zhong won’t be alone anymore."
......
Lingxiao Sect, Forbidden Grounds—Reflection Valley.
At the foot of a harsh, windswept cliff, Zhong Yi sat cross-legged in plain white robes, eyes shut, sealed within a spirit-suppressing formation.
Ever since the rumors of "a Lingxiao Sect disciple bewitched by a demonic cultivator" had spiraled out of control, Zhao Wendao had sentenced him to this place for solitary reflection.
He knew Zhao Wendao wasn’t truly punishing him—this was preemptive, to keep other sects from exploiting the situation with harsher demands.
Yet Zhong Yi’s mind was restless.
After witnessing the memories of that girl and the young man, his Dao heart no longer felt steady.
Suddenly, the spirit-sealing formation weakened slightly.
Zhong Yi opened his eyes and looked up to meet Zhao Wendao’s gaze.
"Ah..."
Zhao Wendao sighed.
No one understood Zhong Yi’s temperament better than him.
He believed Zhong Yi’s claim that the demonic cultivator had never committed atrocities.
But he also knew the demonic cultivator’s fatal flaw—he was a demonic cultivator.
That was the unshakable "righteous path" of their era.
No one could defy it.
Zhao Wendao pulled an illusionary tower from his sleeve and tossed it to Zhong Yi.
"The illusionary realm competition’s voting begins at midnight tonight... Consider your punishment postponed for now."
Zhong Yi caught it eagerly. "This disciple thanks his master!"
......
Once Zhao Wendao left, Zhong Yi wasted no time entering the illusionary realm.
The illusionary crystal had already been loaded inside, revealing twelve new realms.
"The Demon-Slaying Chronicles? Pfft—such crude design, the backgrounds are just plants... A blatant, clumsy copy of Junior Brother Lu’s work!"
"Guardian Immortal Sect? What even is this... A shameless Plants vs. Zombies rip-off?!"
"Righteous and Demonic? Ugh, the art style... Just bury it already!"
......
As a die-hard fan of Lu Ze’s creations, Zhong Yi immediately tore into each illusionary realm with razor-sharp critiques.
A single glance was enough to judge their quality.
"This Demon Cultivator Isn’t So Cold?"
The name made Zhong Yi’s eyebrows shoot up, a grin spreading across his face.
"Such a weird title—has Junior Brother Lu written all over it. Let’s go!"
He channeled his spiritual sense and plunged into This Demon Cultivator Isn’t So Cold.
The first thing he saw was a cinematic sequence.
A young man with round black sunglasses sat in a secluded corner of a tavern.
Before him steamed a cup of hot goat’s milk.
"A demonic cultivator?"
Zhong Yi frowned, instantly sensing something off.
Even in this illusory scene, Lu Ze had deliberately infused the young man with the unmistakable aura of a demonic cultivator.
"A demonic cultivator who drinks goat’s milk? Weirdly intriguing..."
Zhong Yi chuckled, already hooked.
Across from the young man sat a portly middle-aged man puffing on a pipe.
"Li Ang."
The man exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and addressed the youth.
"Let’s talk business..."
......
The setup was simple.
The fat man was assigning Li Ang, the demonic cultivator, an assassination mission.
No lengthy exposition—just lighting, atmosphere, and camera work that instantly conveyed Li Ang’s seasoned professionalism.
And his identity as a demonic cultivator.
Once Li Ang accepted the mission, the scene faded.
Zhong Yi’s consciousness shifted—he was now inside Li Ang’s body.
Lines of text appeared before him:
[In this illusionary realm, you will assume the role of "Li Ang."]
[Every action will be scored (positive for staying in character, negative for deviations).]
[If your score falls below 80, certain actions may be restricted.]
[Below 50, dangerous events will trigger.]
[At 0, the realm ends in failure.]
......
[Strive to stay in character and complete the story!]
[Current Mission:]
[Eliminate the vile criminal, Zhang San.]
[Reward: 100 copper coins.]
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."
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?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
