"Teamwork?"
Countless ideas flooded Lu Ze's mind, and he nearly failed to suppress the smirk tugging at his lips.
"Exactly."
Zhao Wendao nodded.
"We must make the disciples understand the importance of unity!"
Lu Ze grinned. "Elder Zhao, don’t worry. Leave it to me!"
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Back in the Spirit Jade Pavilion, Lu Ze stroked his chin, deep in thought.
There were endless possibilities when it came to teamwork-themed games.
Take the recently released Immortal Realm Domination, for instance. Launching a MOBA game now wouldn’t be impossible. The essence of team competition was practically ingrained in their bones.
But timing-wise, Lu Ze felt it lacked the perfect momentum.
For one, the player base hadn’t fully expanded yet. This kind of gameplay might not achieve the explosive popularity it had in his past life. After all, this wasn’t a mobile game with virtual joysticks—the learning curve was debatable.
Secondly, only the Lingxiao Sect had access to the sect’s server. Other sects couldn’t participate.
While it fit the theme, releasing it now might not be the best move.
Lu Ze decided to wait.
As for other games…
Overcooked?
Great for testing patience, but unfortunately, his system wasn’t a "rage-inducing" one—the demonic energy gains would be pitiful.
It Takes Two?
Not bad for farming demonic energy, but the localization effort would be massive, and modifying it for this world would be tricky.
……
"Wait… ‘Takes Two’? Two players?"
A brilliant idea flashed through Lu Ze’s mind.
A game with the same "cooperative" theme, but one that required almost no localization effort.
And most importantly—when players died, they died a lot.
In terms of demonic energy harvested in a short time, this would undoubtedly rank high.
With his goal set, Lu Ze immediately got to work.
He entered the illusionary realm, constructing layer upon layer of platforms and traps within his consciousness space.
Summoning four cybernetic souls with the Banner of Ten Thousand Spirits, he forged a chain and shackled it around their ankles…
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Three days later.
"So soon?"
Zhao Wendao stared at the illusionary crystal Lu Ze handed him, utterly shocked.
Even his master, Nangong Yuan, would have to admit defeat at this speed.
"If the sect needs me, I must deliver as quickly as possible!"
Lu Ze patted his chest solemnly.
He had no choice—he desperately needed the demonic energy to advance.
"Elder Nangong truly took in an exceptional disciple!"
Zhao Wendao sighed in admiration.
Though Lu Ze often acted unpredictably and followed his own whims, when the sect needed him, the boy stepped up without hesitation.
Ask him to craft a trial illusion? Done. A teamwork illusion? Done.
The more Zhao Wendao observed Lu Ze, the more he found him pleasing.
"In the future, when the disciples understand the value of teamwork, they’ll surely be grateful to you!"
Zhao Wendao clapped Lu Ze’s shoulder.
Lu Ze, however, avoided meeting the elder’s eyes. "We’re all fellow disciples. It’s only right… only right…"
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Zhao Wendao acted swiftly.
After instructing Lu Ze to prepare at the Artifact Refining Pavilion’s Illusion Tower, he immediately broadcasted the news across the sect.
In no time, every disciple knew—a new illusion crafted by Lu Ze himself had arrived.
A flood of disciples rushed toward the Artifact Refining Pavilion.
Soon, the illusion hall was packed to the brim.
"Junior Brother Lu, does this new illusion require exactly four players to start?"
Zhong Yi frowned as he asked.
"Yes. If Senior Brother Zhong and Senior Brother Mu are short on players, you can either call for one here or find someone in the illusion’s matchmaking lobby. It shouldn’t take long."
Lu Ze nodded, offering a suggestion.
In his past life, Chained Together supported two or three-player modes.
But fewer players meant lower difficulty—which went against his goal of maximizing demonic energy gains.
So, for this release, he only enabled the four-player mode.
"That… might not be ideal."
After some hesitation, Zhong Yi shook his head.
It wasn’t that he disliked strangers.
Rather, he knew his talent in illusions was mediocre, and he didn’t want other disciples witnessing it.
After all, in the eyes of both outer and inner sect disciples, he was a prodigy.
"Understood. Senior Brother Zhong can wait a little longer, then."
Lu Ze nodded understandingly, well aware that this guy’s "idol complex" was too heavy.
"Zhong Yi!"
Just then, a bold, resonant voice echoed from the entrance of the illusion hall.
Lu Ze glanced up.
A tall, broad-shouldered young man with thick eyebrows and a delicate-faced girl walked toward them.
"Brother Zhou! You’re back!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes lit up as he hurried over.
"Haha! I just returned to the sect. Couldn’t find you at the Qingyun Pavilion, so I came here after hearing you were around."
The young man addressed as "Senior Brother Zhou" laughed heartily, then glanced around in confusion.
"Why is the illusion hall so crowded?"
Having been away on a sect mission for months, he was unaware of recent developments.
"Come, Brother Zhou, let me introduce you to the latest trend…"
Zhong Yi cheerfully dragged Zhou Yue toward Lu Ze.
"Junior Brother Lu, let me introduce you—this is Danqing Peak’s true disciple, Zhou Yue! And this is his younger sister, Qiao Ling."
"Greetings, Senior Brother Zhou. Greetings, Senior Sister Qiao."
"No need for formalities, Junior Brother Lu! We’re all family here!"
Hearing Zhou Yue’s name, Lu Ze’s brows lifted slightly.
He’d heard of this man.
Before joining the Lingxiao Sect, Zhou Yue’s life had been tragic—his family destroyed, leaving only his younger sister to rely on.
Rumors called him a "born calamity," his fate in tatters.
Elder Lin, impressed by his resilience, taught him to defy destiny through cultivation. After entering Danqing Peak, he clawed his way up step by step, securing his place as a true disciple.
By all accounts, he was a legend in the Lingxiao Sect.
Of course, none of that mattered to Lu Ze.
All he knew was—he’d just gained another "experience bag."
"Hah! How hard can an illusion be? I, Zhou Yue, have weathered storms far worse!"
After hearing Zhong Yi’s description of the illusion, Zhou Yue laughed, finding the warnings exaggerated.
"Bring it on! Let’s see whether the illusion’s blades are sharper—or my fate is tougher!"
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!
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?!
