"Traitorous disciple!"
Lu Ze was in the middle of enjoying his livestream when he suddenly heard Nangong Yuan mutter something. He quickly exited the illusion.
"What’s up, Master?"
Lu Ze looked at Nangong Yuan with confusion, who stealthily handed him an ancient manual.
"What’s this?"
"This is a secret technique your master obtained during his travels in his early years… it can transfer damage. When we practice it together, you can just transfer any moves from that Green Mountain Sect brat onto me!"
Nangong Yuan said with a serious expression.
"What, Master doesn’t trust my illusion that much?"
Lu Ze couldn't help but grin.
So his master was worried he’d lose the match and take a beating?
Still, Lu Ze took the manual from Nangong Yuan anyway.
This technique…
Seemed pretty handy for messing with people.
"It’s not that I don’t trust you… it’s just that the forum is buzzing with arguing cultivators…"
Nangong Yuan shook his head with a wry smile.
He couldn’t quite figure out Slaughter Immortal Tower, but he could clearly understand the outcry on the forum.
Even a strategy expert like Zhong Yi had suffered consecutive defeats, let alone ordinary players.
Countless players were getting schooled by all kinds of monsters.
At that moment, the forum was a bloodbath, filled with howls of misery from players.
Screenshot after screenshot looked like cultivators filing complaints against Lu Ze.
On the other hand, how was Wonder Pagoda doing?
Han Xian had proudly announced that the cumulative number of cultivators playing had reached 100,000—an astonishing achievement!
Comparing the two, Lu Ze was doomed to lose!
"Traitorous disciple, maybe you should lower the difficulty a bit?"
Nangong Yuan suggested.
"Master thinks it’s too hard, and everyone can’t get into it?"
Lu Ze asked with a smile.
"Of course! Have you forgotten those illusions you made before…"
Recalling those illusions, Nangong Yuan couldn’t help but frown.
Be a Cultivator or Go Down a Hundred Floors, Four in a Row, Excavate and Ascend…
Each one carried painful memories for him!
"Master, rest assured, the difficulty of Slaughter Immortal Tower is different from those other illusions."
Lu Ze had great confidence in Slaughter Immortal Tower.
His other illusions focused on ultra-hard, torturous, niche gameplay that was mostly flashy but not fun—popular in his past life mainly because of livestreaming.
But Slaughter Immortal Tower was different.
Its difficulty came from players not being familiar with the monsters and the card deck.
The actual barrier to entry was very low.
Unlike illusions like Excavate and Ascend, even when players failed, they wouldn’t think the game was too brutal. Instead, they’d regret a card they missed, a wrong move that cost some margin for error, or a route they shouldn’t have chosen…
Though they lost, victory still felt just within reach if they stretched a little.
That was the subtlety of the difficulty—
Tough, but attainable.
Even if they lost, players would feel it was just bad luck and keep going for another round!
On top of that, the game’s various card combos or item effects always motivated players to start a new round.
What if the first run gave a core golden card?
What if the first treasure chest dropped a top-tier item?
What if…
With all these elements stacked together, Slaughter Immortal Tower would never see a mass exodus of players due to being too hard.
Sure, those cultivators on the forum were whining loudly, but the louder the complaints, the more hooked they’d become later!
So Lu Ze wasn’t worried at all that no one would play Slaughter Immortal Tower.
In his past life, when the second generation was released, it sold 3 million copies in a single week—a massive hit!
"Master, look…"
Lu Ze pointed with a smile toward Zhong Yi, who stood nearby.
Despite losing repeatedly, Zhong Yi’s face shone with a bright, happy grin.
"Everyone will be like Senior Brother Zhong… losing over and over, yet still feeling like they can win."
With that, he tilted his head, glanced at the deep floating pavilion, and sneered:
"Just like certain worthless rats hiding in the shadows."
[I dealt with some life matters tonight, which was pretty draining, so I only managed a short chapter to keep from breaking my streak. Sorry, everyone, see you tomorrow.]
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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.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
