“Keep it up, Inosuke!”
“Go for it, Inosuke!”
“Hang in there, Inosuke!”
…
Inosuke bore the pressure from Juzou the Drunkard at the front while Zhong Yi shouted encouragement from behind, secretly sneaking in attacks with his blade.
After learning his lesson from accidentally killing Inosuke last time, Zhong Yi had gotten clever. He kept himself and Inosuke on opposite sides of the obese Juzou the Drunkard, trapping the man between them.
Whenever Inosuke and Juzou the Drunkard crossed blades, Zhong Yi would rush in and perform a Thousand Years of Death.
Attacks from behind were impossible to block. After being toyed with like this several times, the previously arrogant Juzou the Drunkard was reduced to a helpless plaything in the hands of the two men.
With one final, unwilling roar, Juzou the Drunkard collapsed into a pool of blood.
The livestream chat immediately erupted with laughter.
[Mr. Zhong’s “Skipping Class” tutorial has begun!]
[In the end, Inosuke bore all the suffering.]
[A brand-new way to skip the mechanics. I’ve learned something today!]
[Everyone else has blood from severed hearts on their swords, but Zhong’s Kusabimaru is smeared with nothing but poop…]
[Brother, you really know how to put things into words.]
…
“Nice, nice! We finally made it through… Thanks for the help, Brother Inosuke! Hahaha!”
Zhong Yi laughed loudly and patted Inosuke on the shoulder. Inosuke merely nodded, then hurried deeper into the room guarded by Juzou the Drunkard.
“Strange… Why does the name Inosuke sound so familiar? Have I heard it somewhere before?”
Zhong Yi stroked his chin and muttered to himself before following Inosuke into the building.
By the time he entered, Inosuke had already disappeared.
“As expected of a room guarded by a heavily armed warrior… What a haul!”
Zhong Yi was overjoyed as he swept the place clean, stuffing all kinds of coin purses and items into his inventory.
“I’ll tell Junior Sister Qiaoling about this. She’ll definitely clear the area in no time, hahaha… Hmm? What’s this!?”
At a corner of the inner room, Zhong Yi suddenly spotted a rare item called Divine Confetti.
“Repels evil spirits and allows attacks to affect apparitions… Holy crap!? Could this be the item specifically meant for fighting the Headless!?”
Zhong Yi slapped his forehead as a flash of insight struck him.
Zhou Yue had been killed by the Headless so many times that he was beginning to question his entire existence. In desperation, he had asked Zhong Yi for help.
Zhong Yi had watched him fight the Headless three times and concluded that Lu Ze would never design a monster that made a failed deflection an instant death sentence. There had to be an item somewhere that broke the mechanic.
Clearly, the Divine Confetti before him was the key to dealing with the Headless.
“Uh… Is it too late to tell Lao Zhou about this now?”
Zhong Yi shook his head helplessly.
He had advised Zhou Yue to find the item that countered the mechanic before challenging the Headless, but Zhou Yue simply refused to listen.
It seemed Lu Ze’s provocation had gotten under his skin. He had stubbornly decided to defeat the Headless without using the item that countered its mechanic.
Zhong Yi had even suggested a theoretically viable combat strategy, but the difficulty of actually putting it into practice was extreme.
“Forget it. I’ll tell him after I get out of the Hirata Estate from three years ago!”
Zhong Yi stored the Divine Confetti in his inventory.
“Strange. Divine Confetti, scattered Prayer Beads, a Sculptor’s Idol… Is this setting up a major battle?”
Muttering to himself, Zhong Yi pushed open the hidden door and proceeded inward, growing increasingly cautious.
After spending so much time in Lu Ze’s illusion realms, he had long since summed up one ironclad rule:
Before every major battle, there would always be supplies.
Clearly, an incredibly powerful opponent was waiting for him at the end of this passage.
The moment Zhong Yi stepped through the hidden door, he saw an old woman kneeling on the ground with her head clutched in her hands. She was trembling in terror, muttering about how she could see countless things crawling up from beneath the earth.
“Hmm? Has she fallen under an illusion?”
From the old woman’s broken mutterings, Zhong Yi immediately picked up on a few clues.
Combined with the Divine Confetti he had just obtained—a special item designed to deal with spirit-type opponents—this made him even more certain of his theory.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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."
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.
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.
