"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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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?!
