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…
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.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
