Lingxiao Sect, Main Square.
Disciples bustled about, murmuring among themselves.
"Did you hear? Junior Brother Lu Ze is in trouble!"
"What happened? What did he do?"
"Apparently, during this year’s martial arts exchange, the Grand Elder wanted Lu Ze to create an illusionary realm for the competition. But a Qingshan Sect elder objected, and Junior Brother Lu Ze got so worked up he insisted on proving himself on the spot!"
"That’s it? That doesn’t sound so bad. Junior Brother Lu Ze’s illusion-crafting skills are..."
"You don’t understand! The Qingshan Sect elder demanded Lu Ze create a Grade-C or higher mechanical maze!"
"Grade-C?! That’s tough—Grade-C mechanical traps usually require the creator to have at least a Nascent Soul-level cultivation in their past life!"
"Worse than that! A Grade-C maze would’ve been manageable—Junior Brother Lu Ze has studied extensively, so he could’ve pulled it off… but then he declared he’d make a trap even the elders couldn’t solve!"
"What?! Did Junior Brother Lu Ze… lose his mind?"
"This is real trouble now!"
"A trap even the elders can’t handle? Impossible!"
"Rumor has it the Grand Elder and Sixth Elder are furious. If Lu Ze fails, our sect’s reputation will take a hit."
"Let’s go see!"
……
Word of Lu Ze’s bold claim in the Hall of Nurtured Spirits spread like wildfire, quickly reaching every corner of the sect.
Countless disciples gathered outside the hall, eager for updates.
At that very moment.
Inside the illusionary realm, Lu Ze was calmly making preparations.
"Traps? Mechanical puzzles? Hah, looks like my efforts weren’t wasted after all."
He muttered to himself.
A while back, while planning his next project, he had outlined several directions.
Without a doubt, the fastest way to gain demonic energy was through games that killed players quickly—brutally.
Souls-like games—Sekiro, Dark Souls, Elden Ring, Black Myth…
Or sadistic indie games—Celeste, I Wanna Be the Guy, Cat Mario…
The former required too many resources. He’d need to advance his cultivation and expand his spiritual sense to sustain such vast illusions.
The latter, however, were far more convenient.
So, a few days ago, he’d idly compiled design notes for some of the most notorious torture-inducing indie games.
Now, faced with Yang Zhengxin’s demand for a "trap-themed" challenge, his preparations came in handy.
Traps?
This was practically tailor-made for I Wanna Be the Guy!
With that thought, he got to work.
Creating I Wanna with cultivation techniques wasn’t difficult.
The real challenge was replicating the experience of the original game.
After all, the illusions here were first-person.
After a moment’s consideration, Lu Ze settled on a solution.
He swiftly crafted two versions.
One mimicked the abstract pixel-art style of the original.
The other recreated the game’s terrain as a realistic illusion.
Players would see the latter.
But by channeling their spiritual sense, they could perceive the former.
For cultivators, this wasn’t hard to grasp—it was akin to using spiritual sense to scan terrain, just with… unusually bizarre visuals.
This way, players could see the trap layouts clearly without losing immersion.
Once the direction was set, Lu Ze dove into production.
I Wanna’s art style was famously abstract.
Lu Ze’s faithful recreation was equally so.
But he didn’t care.
The old geezer outside had only demanded difficulty—no one said anything about aesthetics.
Besides, time was tight. This style was perfectly justifiable.
The map design was ready, and the visuals weren’t hard to implement.
Once the graphics were done, Lu Ze began programming the traps’ mechanics.
Instant-death spikes, vanishing platforms, all manner of obstacles…

or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?

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."

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.