Zhong Yi's Pal World.
With two top-tier Pal masters like Zhong Yi and Zhou Qiaoling around, the base never lacked for production output.
The four of them had no worries as they explored the new island, everything going smoothly along the way.
"Senior Brother, I caught a Cloudsea Deer... it ran so fast! I nearly bit my tongue talking!!"
"This island's tower... it's connected to the Pal Protection Organization? Interesting. The first island was about poaching Pals, the second one is about protecting them..."
"Whoa!! Big bro, come help me fight this level 30 Spirit Dragon Greater Demon... it's so cute! And it can fly too~~"
"??? How come the Greater Demons you guys find are all so weak? Why is the Anubis I ran into... level 55!! It one-shot me with a single leg whip!!"
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Zhou Yue, who had just respawned back at the base, didn't feel discouraged in the slightest.
Strictly speaking, he was used to dying by now.
Technically, ordinary Pals posed no real threat, but he always managed to run into the oddest ways to die.
Things like being crushed by a magic stone, killed by a flash Pal with an advanced skill, kicked to death by a high-level Greater Demon, or surrounded and beaten to death by Pals when he stumbled upon a special Pal egg guardian event...
Zhou Yue walked over to the cabinet beside the terminal and pulled out a set of clothes he had prepared in advance, putting them on with a practiced ease that was almost heartbreaking to witness.
He had gotten used to crafting two sets of equipment every time.
One set to wear, and another to wear after death and respawn—because showing up naked in front of his teammates was just too embarrassing.
Just then, the team voice channel crackled with more laughter and joy.
"Hahaha, I actually caught a full-health Spirit Dragon with just one ball! Such good luck~~ Not only can it fly, but it can swim too!!"
Zhou Qiaoling was gleefully riding her Spirit Dragon through the water.
"Damn, that's some insane luck!"
Zhou Yue muttered under his breath.
Zhou Qiaoling was only level 28, yet she caught a full-health level 30 Greater Demon with a single ball—her luck really was ridiculously good.
"Oh wow, there's a flash Feather Arrow Archer over here too!! Top-tier artisan!!"
No sooner had Zhou Yue finished his exclamation than he heard Zhou Qiaoling's next piece of good news.
Flash Pals always came with rare traits, boosting both attack and work speed.
And since a Feather Arrow Archer had a level 3 crafting proficiency, it was undoubtedly the top-tier artisan of this stage.
"Hmph, it's just a flash Pal... I can catch one too."
Zhou Yue muttered quietly to himself.
He picked up a freshly crafted Pal Sphere from the table, ready to head out and prove himself.
The moment he looked up, he spotted a strange-colored glow not far down the slope from the base, enveloping a Peccon Dragon that was clearly a size larger than normal.
Not a Greater Demon, glowing, larger than usual...
A special Pal!
"I found a flash Pal too!!"
Zhou Yue's excitement spiked.
"But..."
"Why is the glow red???"
Zhou Yue was taken aback for a moment, but didn't overthink it. He summoned his Flame Demon Sheep and charged forward.
"Red just means it's rarer than a normal flash Pal! Red flash Pal, huh? Here I come~~"
Zhou Yue rushed forward eagerly, raising his bow to shoot, only to see that Peccon Dragon suddenly twist around, its crimson eyes filled with murderous intent fixed squarely on him.
Clearly displayed above its head: [Rampaging Peccon Dragon].
"A rampaging one... HOLY SHIT!!!??"
Before Zhou Yue could even finish his sentence, a blood-red ripple pulse spread outward.
In a single exchange, the Flame Demon Sheep was killed on the spot.
Zhou Yue's health bar dropped to a pitiful sliver.
"Damn it..."
Zhou Yue's eyes went wide.
He took a deep breath, glancing back at the newly built home behind him, and his soot-covered face suddenly turned pale as a ghost.
"Lao Zhong, Junior Brother Mu... get back here!!"
"The base is gonna be destroyed!!!"
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Five minutes later.
The hilltop base.
A scene of blood and chaos.
"No! Don't kill my workers... they still have work to do!!!"
"Stop wrecking the base... hit me! Hit me instead!!!"
"I'll fight you to the bitter end!!!"
"Damn it, you guys are just saying that—it's literally targeting ME!!!"
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The four of them cried out in misery, one after another.
The level 33 Peccon Dragon's level was already above theirs, and with the [Rampaging] title, it was even more monstrous than the Greater Demons in the secret realms!
Especially its innate crimson skill—high damage, fast cooldown, and an enormous area-of-effect.
One skill alone would wipe out the obedient worker Pals at the base.
And with it, more than half of the base's facilities would explode as well.
The four of them were utterly devastated.
This was already the third time they had experienced their base being blown up!
A rampaging Pal not only had inflated stats, but its combat awareness was clearly superior to other Pals.
It wasn't like when they died—the aggro would disappear. No, it would chase them down and keep killing them within the area.
They would respawn at the base, the Peccon Dragon would chase them into the base, and then it would simply refuse to leave.
Even when Zhong Yi figured out the problem and chose to respawn at a different location, the rampaging Peccon Dragon acted as if it had made itself at home, pacing around the ruins of the base.
"First we got a Forest Mammoth to leave, and now a rampaging Peccon Dragon shows up..."
Mu Yawen clenched her fists, grinding her teeth.
This base was something he and Zhong Yi had poured their hearts and souls into building.
Even though this rampaging Peccon Dragon was only level 33, the pressure it gave off was far stronger than that level 37 Forest Mammoth.
"I told you guys not to let big bro stay at the base..."
Zhou Qiaoling said, on the verge of tears.
She had stocked up an entire backpack full of supplies, and now they were all scattered at the feet of the rampaging Peccon Dragon, with no chance of getting them back.
"Old Zhou, here's your chance at redemption!"
Zhong Yi patted Zhou Yue's shoulder with grave solemnity.
"This is NOT my fault... but do we really have to do this?"
Zhou Yue took a deep breath, and quickly found the answer in three pairs of resolute gazes.
"Go for it, Senior Brother Zhou! There's no other way—that rampaging Peccon Dragon only has eyes for you!"
"Old Zhou, all you have to do is run. Lead it away from our home. The farther, the better!"
"Big bro, I'll make sure to build you a proper tombstone. Go in peace!"
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"Damn it, can't you guys think of something nicer for me!"
Zhou Yue's mouth twitched as he mounted the Cloudsea Deer that Mu Yawen had lent him.
"I'm off!"
The Cloudsea Deer carried Zhou Yue off in a flash.
Behind them, streak after streak of crimson lightning flashed through the air.
And on the wind, Zhou Yue's agonized screams faded into the distance.
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Lingxiao Sect.
Wenjian Peak.
The snow-covered peak's barrier shattered with a bang, and Li Moran stepped out.
"Failed again, huh..."
Li Moran's snow-white eyes flickered with a trace of gloom.
Ever since the era of illusion realms had arrived, she had benefited immensely, always finding unexpected rewards from Lu Ze's illusions.
Half a year ago, she had already touched the threshold of the Spirit Refinement realm, but she just couldn't break through.
Strangely enough, the first person that came to mind right now was Lu Ze.
"Not here?"
Her divine sense swept over Lingyu Pavilion, and her brows furrowed slightly.
She had no idea that Lu Ze had gone to the Beast Taming Sect while she was in seclusion.
After a moment's thought, she took out the Illusion Tower and let her consciousness slowly sink into the illusion realm.
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Main server world.
"What? An illusion that suppresses cultivation and tempers the sword path?"
Lu Ze raised an eyebrow slightly at the message from Li Moran.
Just say "Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice" outright, why don't you?
Of course, there's nothing like that right now.
But if you add a few self-imposed restrictions, "Palworld" can totally be played as a Souls-like game.
With that thought, he replied to Li Moran:
"Yeah, there is—try clearing the Illusory Realm in Palworld without relying on your Pals, see how that goes?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
