Mu Yawen's illusory world.
"Oh my gosh! This animation is so long. I almost dozed off watching it!"
Mu Yawen yawned, stretched his body and stood up from the ground. His current state was quite similar to that of the Wolf.
"What's this? A letter? Is there anything else, like a sword..."
Without even looking, Mu Yawen put the envelope back into his backpack. He looked around but didn't find any weapons. Then he started looking for an exit with little interest.
He climbed out of the dry well along the stone wall. Immediately, Mu Yawen spotted a lantern with a flickering flame at the end of the narrow mountain path.
"Someone's there!"
Mu Yawen's eyes lit up at once. He quickly walked along the narrow mountain path and entered the water diversion tower.
"There are health bars! Let's fight!"
After watching the animation for a long time, Mu Yawen became excited and rubbed his hands.
In the original work, players who hadn't obtained weapons at this time were not allowed to attack.
However, in the illusory world, Lu Ze increased the degree of freedom a bit.
One could fight with fists even without a sword.
However, as the saying goes, "The longer the weapon, the greater the advantage." In this low - martial - arts world, the result of fighting swords with fists was obvious.
Of course, Mu Yawen wouldn't think about it.
"Come on! Let's have a great fight!!"
Without any attempt to hide, Mu Yawen stood up boldly, laughing and running towards the guarding soldiers.
"How did he wake up!?"
"Damn it! Catch him!!"
...
Facing the enemies coming from all directions, Mu Yawen was calm and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
"The way of the sword is blocked, but as body cultivators, our understanding of combat still remains!"
"Although I don't have a sword, I know a bit of boxing..."
"Come on, I'll try to grab... Ouch! Why can't I grab it???"
"What the hell! Are the ninjas this weak!???"
[Death!]
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Zhou Qiaoling's illusory world.
"Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back..."
Zhou Qiaoling crept in the grass, approaching the two samurais guarding the entrance little by little.
"Three, two, one..."
Zhou Qiaoling took a deep breath.
"Now is the time!"
She quickly reached out her hand to grab the hilt of the samurai's sword and pulled it outwards forcefully.
Embarrassingly, she couldn't pull it out.
Zhou Qiaoling: "???"
Samurai: "???"
They stared at each other, both with question marks in their eyes.
"Damn it! There's a thief!!!"
"Kill him!!"
"Stop hitting! Stop hitting! Help, ouch!!!"
[Death!]
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Zhong Yi's illusory world.
"What? Junior Brother Mu challenged the samurais with his fists and was hacked to death by their swords???"
"Junior Sister Qiaoling tried to steal a samurai sword and was also hacked to death by their swords???"
"Uh... It's so in line with their personalities."
Looking at the battle report sent back by the barrage from the front line, Zhong Yi shook his head with a helpless smile.
At this moment, he was crawling forward slowly in the waist - high grass.
"Friends who have played 'This Cultivator Is Not So Cold' know that this level is obviously designed for stealth assassination... We should avoid the enemy's sight like this and slowly move towards the mission target..."
As he spoke, Zhong Yi crawled forward half a step more, not even daring to breathe loudly.
He glanced at the barrage. Some people said he was in a certain district, and some said he would definitely die.
"Die? Come on, this level obviously doesn't require fighting. I, the master of illusory world strategies, how could I die at such a level?"
Zhong Yi sneered and said with full confidence.
Just as he finished speaking, one of the two samurais behind him suddenly sneezed.
"Achoo!"
As his body trembled, the torch in the samurai's hand suddenly touched the weeds beside him.
"Damn! Your torch has set the grass on fire!"
"The grass is on fire. Put it out quickly!!"
"Hey, why is there a person here?"
"The ninja has run away! Catch him quickly! Kill him!!!"
Zhong Yi: "???"
The samurai swords fell down in a flurry.
Zhong Yi's vision immediately turned blood - red.
A big red character appeared:
[Death!]
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Zhou Yue's illusory world.
"Hahaha! Three people are dead? They are such fools!!"
Zhou Yue laughed heartily looking at the live - stream barrage.
Although his popularity was not as high as Zhong Yi's, whenever the four of them went live together, many people would hang out in all four live - stream rooms at the same time to get real - time battle reports.
Now that he knew all three of them had died, Zhou Yue was extremely happy. He had already crossed the grass and left the area guarded by the two samurais.
That meant he couldn't be hacked to death.
"Hahaha! I said this kind of combat illusory world that doesn't rely on luck is most suitable for me!!"
Zhou Yue was in a great mood, and his movements of climbing on the rock wall were much more agile than the others.
After climbing over the narrow stone steps, he needed to jump to the opposite side and grab the half - broken wooden bridge hanging in the air.
Just as he jumped lightly and firmly grabbed the wooden board with his palm.
"Crash -!"
"Damn it! What do you mean the wooden bridge can break!!!"
[Death!]
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...
"Damn it! I'm so unlucky! It's like being possessed by Lao Zhou!"
Zhong Yi was indignant as he was reborn.
This time, he safely passed the stealth level and slowly climbed along the rock wall. After several flips, Zhong Yi finally reached the mission location.
An old and shabby tower, the Moon - watching Tower.
According to the letter dropped by that unknown woman, he needed to come to the Moon - watching Tower because there was a "fateful opportunity" here.
In addition, the address to himself in the letter was: [Wolf, who served Lord Kuro].
"That is to say... the master who wasn't well - guarded in the background story is named Kuro?"
Zhong Yi was very good at inferring all kinds of information from these tiny clues.
With a final leap, he successfully climbed up to the window of the Moon - watching Tower.
A clear and gentle voice of a young person, hard to tell whether male or female, sounded slowly:
"Wolf, you're here!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
