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!!"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
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."
