"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!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
