Zhong Yi's illusion world.
After four rounds of rebuilding, the Spirit-Sovereign Sect's shady base was back in business.
"Old Zhong, I'm out of Pal balls, and back home I—... what the hell? Spirit-Sovereign Sect PARK?? What is this nonsense???"
Zhou Yue, who had just returned to the base, stared wide-eyed at the brand-new plaque that had been hung over the gate of the main hall without him noticing.
"Took Junior Brother Lu's advice, changed the name. Gets rid of the bad luck," Zhong Yi replied casually, still buried in his research on how different Pals bred with each other.
"Wouldn't it be enough for you to just stop singing the base's praises? Besides, this name doesn't even sound that great either!"
Zhou Yue stroked his chin, savoring the meaning of "Park."
Ever since Bellanova blew the base to bits in one move, Zhou Yue had completely cleared himself of suspicion. Because the tablet shard had been brought by Mu Yawen, the great demon had been summoned by Zhong Yi — Zhou Yue had played no part in any of it. Clearly, the real culprit was Zhong Yi's cursed mouth.
"A park is perfect, it fits the vibe! Look at our little manor here — if that's not a park, what is? Junior Brother Lu really does have some talent when it comes to naming!"
Zhong Yi, meanwhile, was quite pleased with the new name "Park." It was just like that "capitalist suit" Zhou Qiaoling wore — the moment you heard it, you felt full of energy.
"Trouble Cat and Moss Mammoth's offspring is Leaf Panda? A panda is a cat too, huh... now that I think about it, that kind of makes sense..."
Zhong Yi enthusiastically jotted down yet another note in his journal.
Lu Ze hadn't simply copied the experience system from his past life — especially after the official version launched, the pace of version updates was too fast; mid-game tech hadn't even started getting laid down before the next stage was already unlocked, which didn't make for a good new player experience.
So when Zhong Yi and the others had spent three days grinding up to nearly level 40, the leveling speed gradually tapered off. The fun of an open world is diverse — no one was in a hurry to level up. Everyone had their own things to do.
Zhong Yi's joy was spending every day holed up at the base, studying how to crossbreed and raise descendants. Every day, his notebook gained plenty of new entries.
"I get the logic, but could you please stop using Pals with such a huge size difference? It just looks pitiful."
Zhou Yue complained mercilessly.
His joy was still the same as ever — exploring new maps all over the world, conquering secret realms, challenging the great demons everywhere.
While they were chatting, Zhong Yi walked over to the furnace to bake a cake, only to find they had run out of eggs.
"Damn! Yesterday I sent that Peeps-Chicken to the campfire therapy, forgot to revive it..."
Zhong Yi slapped his forehead.
No eggs, no cake. No cake, no Pal eggs. Incubating eggs and producing offspring for his lineage was a matter of utmost importance — it could not be delayed even a moment.
"I need to head to the small village, buy some eggs."
With that, Zhong Yi got up and left the house he hadn't stepped out of for ages, teleporting to the small village.
"Long time no see, things are the same as ever here... wait? Where'd the old village chief go?"
Zhong Yi scratched his head in confusion. Every time he'd come before, the old village chief sitting at the center of the village would greet him, and occasionally trigger a side quest. He didn't think too much about it, went straight to the wandering merchant's shop, bought some eggs, and then chose to return home.
"Lao Zhou, I found something strange — the old village chief at the small village seems to have disappeared... huh???"
Back at the base, Zhong Yi was just about to gossip with Zhou Yue when he was struck speechless by the scene in front of him.
The village chief, who was nowhere to be found, was standing at the Pal ball production line, rolling Pal balls...
The old man's hands fumbled, his wrists trembling as he shaped the balls.
"How on earth did you manage that..."
Zhou Yue looked at Zhou Qiaoling beside him, utterly dumbfounded.
"Hehe, who'd have thought? I accidentally discovered that Pal balls can catch those poacher group members, and only then found out Pal balls can capture humans too~”
Zhou Qiaoling proudly boasted about her achievement.
"I just went to the small village to sell stuff, and this old geezer told me he wanted to see the latest model Pal ball... so, whoosh, I let him have a look."
"There's actually a move like that..."
Zhong Yi gasped in shock.
"Geez, this place is starting to look more and more like a demon sect... Old Zhong, you really need to rein this in..."
Zhou Yue's mouth twitched; the vibe of the sect was getting more and more absurd by the day.
"Catching the old village chief is useless though — what we should do is catch the wandering merchant. That way we won't have to run back and forth selling and buying stuff."
Zhong Yi stroked his chin, lost in thought.
"That's right! Great thinking, Senior Brother Zhong!"
Zhou Qiaoling nodded in agreement.
Zhou Yue's mouth twitched even harder: "You two actually exchanging tips now?!"
Just then, a rush of hurried footsteps drew near.
A crimson wanted alert suddenly flashed into Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue's vision.
Heavily armed guard soldiers swarmed around the base.
"Damn! We fled this far and they still haven't given up?"
Zhou Qiaoling pouted.
"Isn't it just that I grabbed your village chief? How is this worth all this?!""
"No duh!! What do you think!?"
...
Unsurprisingly, the three of them died gloriously.
The patrols sent to capture wanted criminals were endless, and killing them only summoned higher-ranked troops. The trio simply gave up resisting and chose to get killed outright.
After all, as long as they died, the bounties would be cleared.
But the old village chief didn't get cleared—he was left behind in the Lingxiao Sect compound.
"Level 1 handiwork? That's so lame?"
Looking at the old village chief's detailed stat panel, Zhong Yi's face scrunched up in disdain.
"And he's got a [Chronic Laziness] trait... no wonder he sits in the middle of the village sipping tea every day. I never thought you were this kind of village chief!"
"Want me to sell him to the Palmu merchants in the village? Let them pay through the nose to buy him back—how about that?"
Zhou Qiaoling suggested.
"Good point! They don't want their village to end up without a chief, right?"
Zhong Yi agreed immediately.
"...You two, have some decency!!"
Zhou Yue broke out in a cold sweat, feeling like the two of them were starting to show shades of Lu Ze's "initial saint" tendencies.
"I'm going to go find Junior Brother Mu. Hanging around you two is turning me into a demon too."
"Speaking of which, where's Senior Brother Mu? Feels like I haven't seen him in a while."
Zhou Qiaoling was curious.
"Him? He said he ran into the First Tower Master, Zuo Yi, at the ruined temple. She told him where the Thunderbolt Bear is—some deep-sea zone called the First Hunting Sanctuary. He's currently trying to figure out how to capture it."
Zhong Yi answered.
"Zuo Yi?? She's at the ruined temple right now??"
Zhou Qiaoling's eyes lit up instantly.
Ever since she'd learned that humans could also be captured with Palu Balls, the nature of her game had clearly shifted.
"Bro, come with me—let's go capture Zuo Yi!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?!
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."
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!
