Zhong Yi’s Illusory World.
Kusabimaru pierced through her chest, its silver-gray blade sending countless sprays of blood into the air.
“You’ve… gotten quite strong… Wolf…”
Lady Butterfly’s voice held no pain. Instead, there was a trace of relief in it as she slowly collapsed.
“Damn! She finally called me Wolf!?”
Zhong Yi collapsed onto the ground, utterly exhausted. At long last, the frustration in his chest had been vented.
The live-stream chat immediately erupted in amusement.
[That dog finally evolved into a Wolf?]
[There’s no way Zhong can ever shake that “that dog” label…]
[Has anyone counted how many times he’s been called puppy?]
[I did! A total of 131 times!]
[And I’ve lost count of how many times people called him “useless”…]
…
“You all picked up that technique just now, right? Basic attack, then a step, followed by another basic attack… With that, you can basically get through the first phase without taking damage.”
After recovering his stamina, Zhong Yi resumed his instructional commentary for the live-stream chat.
“As for the second phase… well, that depends on luck. Just knock her down with a shuriken when she gets onto the wire.”
Lady Butterfly didn’t have any special instant-kill mechanics or environmental hazards.
After experimenting for a long time, Zhong Yi had only discovered a way to create a pseudo-infinite combo using basic attacks.
After that, there was nothing left to do but whittle down her health over time. Sooner or later, he would get lucky and win.
“Well, now that the culprit behind the disaster at Hirata Estate has been cut down beneath my blade, it looks like the crisis has—”
Before Zhong Yi could finish speaking, the giant Buddha standing deep within the underground temple hall suddenly collapsed with a thunderous crash.
Dust billowed everywhere, obscuring his vision until he could barely see a thing.
Just then, a sharp pain tore through his chest.
Zhong Yi looked down and saw, to his horror, an enormous blood-red blade protruding from his chest. Blood sprayed violently into the air.
“What the hell!! What’s going on? Lady Butterfly was already dead, wasn’t she?!”
Zhong Yi was completely stunned.
“Which bastard did that!?”
Unfortunately, from his current viewpoint, he couldn’t see who had attacked him.
As Wolf’s consciousness gradually faded, the underground temple hall began to collapse amid the encroaching flames…
…
The scene shifted.
Amid an endless sea of fire and darkness, a pair of pale, tender hands struggled to lift a heavy roof beam.
Kuro, covered in dust and dirt, stared at Wolf, who lay buried in the ruins with tears reddening his eyes.
“You stood up and fought for me. How could I possibly abandon you?”
With that, Kuro seemed to make up his mind. He gripped Wolf’s hand tightly.
“Wolf, live on together with my blood…”
…
The screen went black once again.
When he opened his eyes, Zhong Yi had already returned to the Sculptor’s Idol in the abandoned temple.
“I’m… back?”
Zhong Yi stared at his palms in disbelief. It wasn’t until he turned around and saw the gentle figure of the woman, then heard the faint coughing coming from within the dilapidated temple, that he finally became certain he was truly back in the timeline three years later.
“Oh… I understand now!”
Zhong Yi excitedly pinched his chin, carefully recalling everything that had happened at Hirata Estate three years earlier.
“The killer probably wasn’t Lady Butterfly!”
The more Zhong Yi thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed.
The illusion Lady Butterfly had cast on Kuro appeared to have been meant to protect him—to keep him from leaving the area under her protection.
And considering the way Lady Butterfly had judged him, Zhong Yi couldn’t shake the feeling that she, too, believed he was the villain threatening Kuro.
“So Wolf and Lady Butterfly were both deceived! They each thought the other was the bad guy, when in reality, they’d fallen for the mastermind’s scheme to turn them against each other… Damn it, couldn’t they have asked a few more questions before starting the fight? Seriously…”
Zhong Yi shook his head helplessly.
“Although I don’t know who stabbed me in the end, one thing is certain—”
“The me from back then was already dead.”
“Kuro drank his own blood to save me—that is, the blood of the Dragon’s Heritage…”
“That’s why Wolf, just like Kuro, gained the special ability to revive indefinitely!”
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."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
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?"
