In Lu Ze’s previous life, “Palworld” during Early Access didn’t have a clear main storyline.
Apart from some functional tutorials at the very start, players basically forgot that quests were even a thing.
By the time the full release came out, “Palworld” introduced a very clear main plot.
The storyline revolved around towers and their masters: the basic loop was traveling to a new region, hearing from NPCs about unrest in the area, then challenging the tower master and conquering the tower.
And so it went, repeating again and again.
When Lu Ze transplanted “Palworld,” he didn’t simply copy this main quest system wholesale.
After all, the original main quest was too simplistic—it would only chip away at players’ desire to explore.
Besides, the magic-enlightenment system in this world was flexible enough to handle story progression on its own.
So Lu Ze decided to bury the main story beats into hidden threads, letting players discover them on their own.
Guided by the “Dao-Dissolving Art,” the story would inevitably reach roughly the same ending anyway.
In any case, even without a main quest, players would naturally choose to tackle the towers and then wander off to explore the next new region by themselves.
In short, the “Palworld” inside this illusion realm had a much slower pace compared to his previous life’s trend of catching a legendary beast in a day and beating the whole game in three.
Slowing things down in his old world—an era dominated by fast-food culture—might have been fatal.
But to the cultivators of the cultivation world, who had endless time to spare, it was fine dining—absolutely delicious.
That was exactly how Zhong Yi’s group of four felt right now.
Every place they went, something fresh and novel stimulated their brains.
They couldn’t get tired of it—couldn’t get tired of it at all.
Take their current situation, for example.
In the squad’s private voice channel, shouts of wonder kept erupting like clockwork.
“Senior Brother, I found a really beefy Pengwuin… I’ve gotta tame it!”
“Whoa, I finally caught a Galeclaw… haha! This thing can fly!! Awesome!!!”
“Don’t forget to grab the Verdant Mouse totem—it boosts… damn! Sis, what are you grabbing for?! Everyone can pick it up!!!”
“What do these transparent Pal Souls do? Let’s grab some first and… whoa! Junior Sister Qiaoling’s hands are way too fast!!!”
“Old Zhong, my luck has turned… I picked up a Pal Egg! Haha, get the incubator built now, will you? No idea what’s gonna hatch out of this thing!”
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Below the entrance to the tower, at the Spirit Sky Sect’s new stronghold.
Zhong Yi, busy tinkering with a Galeclaw saddle at the Pal Gear Workbench, saw Zhou Yue show up and immediately set down his work.
“A Pal Egg? You actually managed to find one? What does it look like? Let me see…”
Zhong Yi looked at Zhou Yue with curiosity.
On this whole journey, he’d only ever seen chicken eggs—never any other type.
“Heh, never seen one, have you? My luck is pretty darn good!”
Zhou Yue mysteriously pulled a brown Pal Egg about the size of two palms from his backpack.
“Huh… honestly, doesn’t seem as… rare as I imagined?”
Zhong Yi stared at the rough Pal Egg, only a few sizes bigger than a chicken egg, and his initial interest quickly faded.
“Tsk! You’re just jealous of my luck! If it ain’t rare, how come you don’t have one?”
Zhou Yue rolled his eyes at him, glancing around the base.
“The incubator? Did you build it yet?”
“Built it. It’s right next to the campfire. Just put it in and let it hatch.”
Zhong Yi turned back to the saddle, looking unimpressed.
Zhou Yue was about to place the rough Pal Egg into the incubator when Mu Yawen came home with that enormous Pengullet King.
“Senior Brother Zhou, what does the Pal Egg look—” A pause. “Oh. So that’s what it looks like.”
The curiosity on Mu Yawen’s face visibly dimmed.
“Do you two realize how rude you’re being right now?!”
Zhou Yue’s mouth twitched.
Just then, Zhou Qiaoling’s figure also appeared in the stronghold.
Without a word, she stood there in place.
“What’s up, Sis? Shocked by your brother’s sudden lucky streak, can’t walk anymore?”
Zhou Yue cheerfully raised the tiny rough Pal Egg in his hand and gave it a little shake.
“No, I’m overweight.”
Zhou Qiaoling sighed and started tossing stuff out of her pack.
A fire-type Pal Egg the size of a head.
Two small water-type Pal Eggs.
A huge, half-person-tall fresh-green Pal Egg.
One after another, she dropped them all on the ground, along with a pile of scrap metal and junk materials.
The other three stared, eyes nearly popping out.
“Whoa, so that’s what Pal Eggs look like?!”
“Eye-opening, truly eye-opening! As expected of Junior Sister Qiaoling!”
“???”
Zhou Yue was speechless.
These two just moments ago hadn’t said anything nice at all!!
Zhou Qiaoling’s backpack finally emptied. She stretched out her limbs, then grinned at Zhou Yue:
“So Big Bro, what were you just saying?”
“N-nothing…”
Zhou Yue’s face flushed. He hurriedly stuffed his tiny, pitiful rough Pal Egg back into his bag.
“Big Bro, you hatch it for me—bah, forget it. With your luck, who knows what kind of weird thing would come out.”
Zhou Qiaoling shook her head halfway through, chuckling.
“What about Senior Brother Zhong… no, Senior Brother Zhong will blurt out nonsense…”
“Then Senior Brother Mu… wait, what if it hatches into a muscle-bound Pal? That wouldn’t look good at all.”
After thinking it over, she sighed.
None of these three could be trusted.
“Fine, I’ll just do it myself…”
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?"
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.
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."
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