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.]
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
