Mu Yawen's world of illusion.
Identical to everyone else's illusion, the young girl threw herself forward to block that fatal sword for Mu Yawen.
Fresh blood trickled slowly from the corner of Su Di'er's mouth.
"Master... don't cry."
The girl struggled to force a faint smile, but the moment the word "Master" left her lips, Mu Yawen's tears burst forth like a collapsing dam.
He opened his mouth wide, yet for a long time, not a single word could come out; his throat emitted only hoarse, raspy roars.
With trembling hands, Mu Yawen reached toward the blood-stained blade. He let the sharp edge slice into his palms as he desperately tried to stem the flow of blood from the wound in Su Di'er's chest.
Su Di'er knew her time had come. With tears welling in her eyes, she slowly, bit by bit, raised a finger and painted her own blood upon Mu Yawen's lips.
"If I had cultivated diligently on ordinary days, and become as strong as Master, would I not have to die?"
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Zhou Yue's world of illusion.
"Su, Su..."
Zhou Yue fumbled frantically inside his backpack.
Healing salves, Spirit Replenishing Pills, Mind Calming Powders...
He crazily tried to stuff these elixirs into Su Di'er's mouth, desperate to keep the girl's life from slipping away, yet all he received was ineffective feedback.
She was going to die.
When these four words surfaced in Zhou Yue's mind, he had already forgotten that this was an illusion, letting out a roar that bordered on absolute despair.
"You see... I knew it. You are an unlucky fool."
Su Di'er's smile remained as beautiful as ever.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
For the first time, Zhou Yue felt such a chaotic sense of dislocation; for the first time, he truly felt that he was a born jinx, a star of calamity.
"It was I who ruined your fortune, it was me..."
Just as he was speaking, a slender girlish finger pressed against the tip of his lips.
"It's not like that."
Su Di'er shook her head, her breath growing weaker by the moment.
"Meeting you was the luckiest thing in Di'er's life..."
Zhou Yue's heart trembled. He jerked his head up, looking straight into the girl's glistening, watery eyes.
A salty, bitter taste spread across the tip of his tongue.
The girl's voice grew fainter and fainter.
"Di'er's luck, I give it all to you..."
"You won't lose to him..."
"Bro... ther..."
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Zhou Qiaoling's world of illusion.
"Don't die, don't... die..."
Zhou Qiaoling was at a loss, staring at the wound on Su Di'er's chest, on the verge of a breakdown.
A wound that struck directly at the heart like this... had Su Di'er not been a cultivator who had stepped through the threshold, she would have died instantly.
"Chi... ef..."
Su Di'er clutched her wound with difficulty, trying to slow the drain of her life force.
"I, I'm here... I'm here!"
Zhou Qiaoling hurriedly grasped her hand, frantically wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"I definitely won't let you die, definitely not!"
Su Di'er did not speak; she simply lowered her head with great effort.
"Inside the inner pocket of my clothes... there is a pouch..."
Hearing this, Zhou Qiaoling immediately and carefully retrieved a small pouch stained with blood for her.
The pouch was opened, revealing pieces of blood-stained broken silver and copper coins inside.
"You said before, as long as I have money, you would grant me a wish... right?"
"Right, right..."
Zhou Qiaoling nodded desperately.
Her thoughts seemed to return to that night at the tavern during the assassination mission.
At that time, Su Di'er had asked her why, even though she offered money, she couldn't hire her to take revenge.
To round out her lie, Zhou Qiaoling had claimed she only accepted money from robbing the rich to help the poor. Clearly, what this pouch contained was the wishing money Su Di'er had saved by living frugally day by day.
"Is this... enough?"
"Enough, enough... it's more than enough."
As she spoke, tears surged out of Zhou Qiaoling's eyes again. She hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, again and again, but she could not wipe them clean.
"I will take revenge for you. I will kill him, kill them... all of them!"
Zhou Qiaoling glared furiously at the arrogant Shi Dan standing behind Su Di'er, speaking through gritted teeth.
"It's not that, my wish is... cough, cough!"
Su Di'er smiled and shook her head, abruptly coughing up a mouthful of blood, her breathing nearly cut off.
She beckoned to Zhou Qiaoling, and Zhou Qiaoling quickly leaned in close.
Using the very last of her strength, the girl spoke softly into Zhou Qiaoling's ear:
"Li Ang..."
"You must live on well."
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Li Moran's world of illusion.
For Li Moran, who possessed the innate Ice Phoenix Sword Body and was by nature aloof and devoid of passion, the things that could stir her emotions were few and far between.
But somehow, a mere illusion had unprecedentedly achieved it.
At this moment, Li Moran felt that everything in her field of vision was somewhat blurred.
Her [Assassin's Focus] had been trained to the peak; right now, the countdown of Su Di'er's life was displayed directly before her eyes.
An immense despair and sorrow rippled through her heart.
"Master..."
Su Di'er called out softly.
Only then did Li Moran snap back to reality, extending a hand to gently stroke Su Di'er's forehead.
"I am here."
"Have you... ever seen a Sword Immortal?"
Li Moran was slightly stunned.
She loved the sword, even within an illusion.
Under her influence, Su Di'er had developed a similar singular passion for the "Sword."
"I have."
Li Moran nodded.
Although there were a thousand words in her heart she wished to say to the pitiful girl before her, having been habitually reticent for so long, she momentarily did not know what to say.
She could only allow that surge of sorrow to crash against her heart.
"I heard the storyteller say..."
"A powerful Sword Immortal can open the Heavenly Gate with a single strike... is it true?"
Su Di'er's gaze was drifting, yet it always lingered around Li Moran.
"It is true."
Li Moran nodded silently.
"I have also seen a Sword Immortal... one even more amazing than a Sword Immortal who opens the Heavenly Gate..."
Su Di'er suddenly smiled, her eyes curving into small crescents, as if she had thought of something happy and blissful.
Li Moran smoothed back a stray lock of hair from her forehead, her gaze revealing a rare tenderness: "When?"
"That day, when you opened the door and let me into the house..."
With those words, the girl's arm dropped weakly.
A single clear tear rolled down Li Moran's cheek.
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The instant Su Di'er died, the plot was pushed to its final stage.
Before the eyes of every player, a line of text emerged:
[Absorbed righteous blood available for use. Do you wish to use the skill "Blood Curse"?]
Not a single player hesitated.
At the same instant, countless roars resounded simultaneously through the illusion.
"USE!!"
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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."
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.
