Zhou Yue's Illusion World.
"Li Ang, how did I never notice before... that you're such an unlucky wretch?"
After studying the skill book found on the guard's body for a moment, the corners of Su Di'er's mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile.
Hearing this, Zhou Yue's expression instantly darkened.
The target's guard had been slightly weaker than him in terms of strength, but his cultivation technique was incredibly bizarre.
According to the detailed explanation he saw on the system panel, this skill, named [Rock-Paper-Scissors], had a very low probability of triggering different effects with each punch thrown.
When it hit him, it was as if he were cursed; the effects kept triggering non-stop...
Defense reduction, slow, paralysis...
Those were just child's play.
The main issue was the bizarre debuffs like twitching and flatulence, which truly made him lose all face in front of his little fangirl.
Upon learning the reason, Su Di'er couldn't help but laugh, leaning back and forth.
High-level mission targets dropped loot.
Zhou Yue fished out the items from the bodies, and Su Di'er immediately grabbed one of the packets of powder.
"Li Ang... we have to destroy this."
Su Di'er spoke solemnly, her words causing Zhou Yue to freeze for a moment.
"You don't kill women and children, but in this world, how many women and children have died because of this?"
Su Di'er thought of the past, her eyes filled with sorrow as she threw out a fire talisman, slowly burning it to ashes.
The powder was, unmistakably, Magic Potion.
The very thing that had caused her entire family to die a violent death.
"Hmm? What's wrong? Why are you looking at me..."
Seeing Zhou Yue staring at her, Su Di'er asked curiously.
"Uh, nothing."
Zhou Yue quickly shook his head, snapping back to reality.
[Magic Potion] was a very valuable spoil of war; it could be exchanged for a considerable amount of silver in the underground black market.
The way Su Di'er grabbed and destroyed such a valuable item reminded him of Zhou Qiaoling.
"I just remembered, uh, an... old friend."
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Zhou Qiaoling's Illusion World.
"Mmm, this is delicious... eat more!"
Zhou Qiaoling sat with Su Di'er in a luxurious private room, gorging herself on a table full of delicacies.
"Mas... Master..."
Su Di'er's mouth was stuffed full, making her speech slurred and indistinct.
"Li... Li, what happen jus now..."
Being asked this by Su Di'er, Zhou Qiaoling was also bewildered.
The enemy guard had come up and landed two solid punches on her. She was completely fine, but the guard vomited blood and died.
"Your master is just too strong~"
Zhou Qiaoling replied cheerfully, burying her head back into her bowl.
...
After eating and drinking to her heart's content, Zhou Qiaoling began her daily scavenging.
Under her tutelage, Su Di'er's other skills were mediocre, but when it came to looting corpses, she was top-tier in speed.
She quickly arranged the items by value and category.
Watching Su Di'er burn the Magic Potion, Zhou Qiaoling felt a pinch of heartache, but she didn't show it.
"Li Ang, sometimes I don't understand... do you love money, or do you not?"
Su Di'er blinked, her eyes full of confusion.
Zhou Qiaoling paused, quickly realizing that Su Di'er was referring to the time she offered four banknotes to hire Li Ang to kill her enemy, only to be rejected.
It wasn't that she didn't want to take it.
It was because that segment was a cinematic cutscene; the original Li Ang simply wouldn't take it.
If it were up to her, she would have machine-gunned the enemy for the sake of her precious apprentice for just a single banknote.
This thought was strictly suppressed by the behavior system, so it couldn't be executed.
Zhou Qiaoling began to spout nonsense without blushing or skipping a beat:
"A gentleman loves wealth, but obtains it morally. As a teacher, I only take money from robbing the rich to aid the poor. The rest... I look down upon!"
Su Di'er's eyes widened. "Does the money I rob count too?"
Zhou Qiaoling nodded. "It counts."
"Then I will work hard to save money now... and in the future, you will help me fulfill my wish, right?"
In the young girl's eyes, it seemed as if stars were twinkling.
Zhou Qiaoling nodded without hesitation. "Right!"
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Zhong's Illusion World.
Su Di'er grinned as she pushed the food in front of her toward Zhong.
"Oh, come on, Li Ang, it's okay... it was just a few punches, nothing to be depressed about..."
Just a moment ago, when the rich young master was about to grab her chin, Zhong had flown through the window like a cannonball. For a moment, his aura was incredibly imposing.
Unfortunately, he chose the wrong landing spot. He crashed in, rolled a few times, and fell flat on his face...
Then, the opponent, lacking any martial ethics, launched a sneak attack, leaving Zhong looking quite battered.
Of course, Zhong's stats and level were very high, so in the end, he managed to clear the dungeon with Su Di'er without any real danger.
It was just that the scene had been a bit ugly.
"Thanks to you, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
The young girl quietly scooted closer to Zhong, her lips whispering softly by his ear.
Hearing this, Zhong felt a little better.
"As long as you're okay, then... uh!?"
Zhong turned his head and saw the girl leaning against him with a mischievous smile, her pink lips almost touching his cheek. He hurriedly flashed several body lengths away to the side.
The barrage of comments instantly erupted in laughter.
[Damn, is that a teleport? Is that a speed the streamer can actually pull off?]
[Damn it, if you had that reaction speed when fighting the BOSS, would you have gotten beaten up??]
[I told you the streamer doesn't look like he's acting, he's so pure.]
[Poor Zhong, being played in the palm of a little girl's hand.]
...
"Li Ang, how old were you when you performed your first assassination mission?"
The young girl picked up the wine glass in front of her, intending to drink it in one go, but was stopped by Zhong.
Ignoring the girl's eye-roll, Zhong swapped the wine in Su Di'er's hand for goat milk before continuing their conversation.
"Twenty."
Hearing this answer, Su Di'er suddenly smiled.
In ancient times, women were taught not to show their teeth when smiling, but Su Di'er openly revealed her pearly whites.
"Then, I win~"
The girl made a victory sign with her hand, her smile becoming even more unbridled.
Her overflowing vitality caused Zhong to freeze for a moment.
Looking at the girl before him, who was like a little sun, Zhong muttered something under his breath.
He had long since made up his mind to give all the best resources to Su Di'er, allowing her to become a cultivator who far surpassed Li Ang.
"You will... keep winning."
[The five illusion worlds in these two chapters are not filler to pad the word count; they are related to the upcoming tragedy. Each person's experience will be different.]
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."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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?!
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.”
