Lu Ze operated with effortless ease.
Yet the disciples watching felt utterly dazzled, unable to comprehend many of his moves.
"Junior Brother Lu! The defense on the lower lane is breached!!"
"Wait, didn’t he destroy the Tall-nut himself?"
"Oh no, the Ladder Zombies are breaking through!!"
"Why is he still giving Pumpkin Shields to the Gatling Peas and Melon-pults at this point? Once the ladders go up, it’s over!"
"Huh? Why is Junior Brother Lu planting Garlic now?"
"This is bad—the ladders are multiplying…"
"Did Junior Brother Lu space out? He needs to replace the Pumpkin Shields now!!"
Hearing the frantic shouts from the crowd, Lu Ze allowed himself a faint smirk.
Ladder strategies were simply too advanced for these rookies.
He hadn’t originally planned to use ladders.
But the timing of the second wave of Ladder Zombies was too perfect to pass up.
Setting up ladders was an art.
Once done right, mid-game zombies that would normally rush the backline would instead climb the ladders and bypass defenses.
Exploiting this behavior was ironically the best way to protect the rear.
Lu Ze didn’t mind them observing—even if they saw it, replicating it was another matter.
Time ticked by.
Lu Ze’s formation gradually took shape.
It was a fairly standard "97 No-cannon" setup.
The upper and lower lanes each had four Gatling Peas paired with Torchwoods, while the middle lanes relied on Winter Melons and Gloom-shrooms. Two Ice-shrooms occupied the central pool.
At first glance, it seemed unremarkable—a formation barely scraping by with firepower at the bare minimum to clear stages. Against heavy hitters like Giga-gargantuars and Jester Zombies, it relied heavily on manual control.
Lu Ze wasn’t worried about disciples copying this setup for easy wins.
At the very least, it wouldn’t be as brain-dead as the classic Eight-cannon strategy, which guaranteed effortless clears.
The stage count climbed steadily.
Soon, they reached Stage 20.
This was a major threshold—the farthest any Lingxiao Sect disciple had ever pushed.
From here onward, zombie numbers would spike dramatically.
In Endless Mode, zombie spawns were randomized.
At the start of each stage, the fog over the enemy side would lift, revealing the incoming horde.
When the crowd saw both Berserker Zombies and Zombonis appearing simultaneously in Stage 20, chaos erupted.
"Disaster! Berserkers are here—can Junior Brother Lu’s formation handle this?"
"He still has 10,000 spirit energy unused! Why isn’t he adjusting his setup??"
"With so many Berserkers, shouldn’t he switch to Cob Cannons?"
"Why is he still using so many Gloom-shrooms at Stage 20?"
"Exactly! Replacing them with Gatling Peas and Torchwoods would boost firepower!"
"Even if he keeps Gloom-shrooms, why no Tall-nuts to protect them?"
"Tall-nuts? The frontliners don’t even have Pumpkin Shields!"
"Junior Brother Lu might be overconfident here…"
"Why not swap Sunflowers for Cattails with that spare energy? They’d handle Balloon Zombies!"
"And why leave two lanes half-empty? Wouldn’t Spikerocks help against Zombonis and Berserkers?"
"Without Spikerocks to stall Zombonis and tank Berserkers, this run’s doomed…"
Though the disciples admired Lu Ze’s ingenuity and were stunned by his early-game spirit energy farming, none had faith in his current formation.
To them, it looked no different from their own failed attempts.
They believed their struggles stemmed from poor early-game energy accumulation—if only they’d adopted Lu Ze’s aggressive farming sooner, Stage 20 would’ve been trivial.
In their minds, their ideal formations far outclassed his.
Facing their skepticism, Lu Ze chuckled.
Their questions reminded him of the clueless comments he’d seen on strategy videos back in the day.
Why so many Gloom-shrooms?
The sheer value of 360° area-of-effect damage spoke for itself—those who knew, knew.
Why no Pumpkin Shields on frontliners?
Because their enlarged hitboxes would get crushed prematurely by Zombonis.
Why no Spikerocks?
Two slots wasted on structures that get instantly wiped by Giga-gargantuars.
Why leave lanes half-planted?
A few waves of Gigas and Jesters would make it obvious…
Of course, Lu Ze wouldn’t explain.
Let them figure it out themselves.
His livestream wasn’t a tutorial—it was about sending Ding Mingcang to Reflection Valley for some "soul-searching."
And his game design philosophy? It wasn’t about player satisfaction.
It was about making them suffer.
[Got any game recommendations? Given the cultivation setting, gameplay takes priority.]
[For those craving pain? You’ll get your wish soon enough.]
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
