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.]
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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.
