"System, got any new quests for me lately?"
Lu Ze yawned and hollered into the void.
As expected, the system remained completely silent.
This trash system had never interacted with him at all.
"Tch, not intelligent at all."
Lu Ze curled his lips, pinching his chin as he fell into deep thought.
Previously, he felt that even if he did nothing and acted as a hands-off boss, relying on the few Illusionary Realms currently in operation, there would be a steady stream of Demonic Points credited to his account every day.
Of course, this was an assumption from not too long ago.
Ever since the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit made the network permissions of the Illusionary Realms public, the situation had changed.
A very obvious crisis was—
Traffic diversion.
As long as those old fogeys created some passable Illusionary Realms, they would inevitably siphon off a batch of players from his hands.
Therefore, he had to continue releasing new Illusionary Realms to fight for the limited market share of players.
"What should I make..."
Lu Ze slightly closed his eyes and began to organize the current layout of his gaming empire.
So far, the one with the highest returns was exactly "This Demonic Cultivator Is Not Too Cold".
Before creating it, Lu Ze himself hadn't expected that emotional feedback would bring such massive profits.
After all, death in an Illusionary Realm was different from death in reality; the profit was probably only a hundredth or even a thousandth of the latter.
However, feeling sad in an Illusionary Realm was no different from feeling sad in reality.
Especially with someone who had a miraculous constitution like Li Moran, who would even provide double the Demonic Points; calculating it, the profit was incredibly exaggerated.
If he had known earlier that the returns from negative emotions were even greater than directly killing players, Lu Ze would have served up a bunch of tear-jerking, heart-wrenching games long ago...
Thinking of this, Lu Ze suddenly felt like he had lost a hundred million.
"The profits from heart-wrenching games are great and all, but it's not suitable to make them back-to-back..."
Lu Ze sighed emotionally, first pushing RPG games to the back of his mind.
The players had just cried their hearts out in Su Di'er's world; serving them another plate of angst right now would definitely result in a heavily discounted effect.
Heart-wrenching games were good, but they couldn't be released consecutively.
Lu Ze's gaze moved down, quickly locking onto the Illusionary Realms ranked second and third.
They were "Immortal and Demon Clash" and "Naraka: Bladepoint".
Both their explosiveness and sustainability were stable enough, and up to this moment, they were still continuously providing Demonic Points.
"Online games are still the best..."
Lu Ze nodded with a beaming smile.
Before the unforgettable impression Su Di'er left on the players faded, he planned to continue making online games to whet their appetites and let them have some fun.
Put that way, the players should even be thanking him.
Lu Ze felt amused and continued to follow the train of thought regarding online games.
He already had a MOBA, and he had a Battle Royale.
According to the sequence of hit online games from his past life, the next one to make an appearance should be...
Lu Ze's eyes suddenly lit up. "Loot, shoot, and extract?"
...
...
Luofeng Continent, a special grotto-heaven of the Illusion Alliance.
Dozens of high-level cultivators wearing masks were gathered together, discussing something. The atmosphere was rather oppressive.
"How is the analysis of the Illusionary Realm going?"
The phantom of "Inner Demon" suddenly appeared in the grotto-heaven.
The gathered cultivators shook their heads helplessly.
"Lord Alliance Master... the mysteries hidden within this Illusionary Realm are extremely deep. Forgive our poor eyesight, but we truly cannot see through it..."
"The world mechanics of 'This Demonic Cultivator Is Not Too Cold' are ever-changing, yet they always manage to converge into the same outcome in the end... Such methods are probably not something a mere Nascent Soul cultivator can comprehend."
"Hmph! This kid acted so aloof and noble at the Demon Slaying Conference, but doesn't he also have a sect backing him?"
"Trying to replicate 'This Demonic Cultivator Is Not Too Cold'... is difficult!"
...
Listening to the crowd's complaints, "Inner Demon" nodded slightly, seemingly having expected this.
"Forget it... Let's suspend the research on 'This Demonic Cultivator Is Not Too Cold' for now."
"Compared to 'This Demonic Cultivator Is Not Too Cold', the other three Illusionary Realms are more worthy of research..."
"'Minecraft', 'Immortal and Demon Clash', and 'Naraka: Bladepoint'."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
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!" "......"
