"The situation has become clear now..."
Zhong Yi, acting as the lord, muttered to himself while stroking his chin.
Lu Ze happened to overhear and asked with a smile, "Oh? Senior Brother Zhong has already figured out the situation?"
"Mm, more or less."
Zhong Yi nodded and analyzed,
"Junior Brother Mu is pure-hearted—he’s most likely a loyalist."
"Elder Yue attacked Junior Brother Mu, so he’s probably a rebel."
"Elder Yue is a rebel, but Elder Lin didn’t move against him and instead targeted Master... which means he’s also a rebel."
"Master fought back, meaning he and Elder Lin aren’t on the same side... so he’s probably a loyalist too."
"That leaves the remaining three... well, none of them are good people."
Zhong Yi’s reasoning was flawless.
If Lu Ze hadn’t been able to see everyone’s true identities, he might’ve been convinced.
In reality, Yue Lingfeng was a spy.
Zhao Wendao and Lin Anzai were both rebels, locked in a personal grudge match...
Still, Zhong Yi’s logic wasn’t wrong.
Assuming, of course, that everyone at the table was playing normally.
Lu Ze figured that in any game that didn’t require mechanical skill, Zhong Yi could probably hold his own as a minor expert.
But they absolutely couldn’t let him get addicted to Three Kingdoms Kill—they had to get him out of here sooner rather than later. This wasn’t the place for him...
Zhao Wendao’s turn ended.
Lin Qingxuan studied Hua Tuo’s abilities and decided he was best suited for a support role.
After tossing an equipment card into his gear slot, he quickly passed.
All eyes turned to Zhou Yue.
"Hahaha! I’ve finally grasped how Three Kingdoms Kill works!"
Zhou Yue laughed with unshakable confidence.
He was in the seventh seat.
After watching a full round of play, he had a solid understanding of the game’s mechanics.
The chat exploded with excitement.
[Oh? Senior Brother Zhou, enlighten us!]
[We’d love to hear it too!]
[Senior Brother Zhou looks so dashing when he’s confident!]
[All ears!]
...
Seeing this, Lu Ze adjusted the backend settings, pausing the turn timer to let Zhou Yue explain to his heart’s content.
Player interaction was something he actively encouraged, especially in the early stages of the game’s release.
Zhou Yue’s grasp of the game was just as sharp as Zhong Yi’s, but he had one advantage—he wasted no words.
He broke down the mechanics of tactic cards, equipment cards, and distance in a way that was both simple and profound.
Everyone around him nodded in understanding.
"Now... I’ve discovered the path to victory in this game!"
With that, Zhou Yue’s eyes gleamed as he pulled out a Repeating Crossbow from his hand and equipped it.
Lu Ze raised an eyebrow at the sight.
After all, this guy was playing as Huang Gai.
What was Huang Gai’s worst nightmare?
Holding a fistful of Strike cards but never drawing a Repeating Crossbow.
Yet here Zhou was, finding the crossbow right off the bat.
Guess he’s not as unlucky as I thought... Maybe his earlier misfortunes were just flukes.
Lu Ze mused silently.
"This weapon... allows me to unleash an infinite number of Strikes!"
Zhou Yue’s declaration sent everyone scrambling to check the Repeating Crossbow’s description, and they gasped in realization.
"And I, Huang Gai, can voluntarily lose health to draw more cards!"
Zhou Yue continued with a grin.
"I have 4 health, so I can draw 8 cards."
"If I draw even one Peach, I can draw two more!"
"Theoretically, I can draw at least 10 cards!"
Lu Ze nodded in agreement.
The odds of drawing zero Peaches after eight Self-Wounds were slim.
As long as he drew one, he wouldn’t die.
And if he killed a rebel, he’d draw three more cards...
Starting with a Repeating Crossbow? This was shaping up to be an absolute stomp.
"Here goes! I refuse to believe I can’t break free from this illusory fate!"
Zhou Yue roared and activated Self-Wound.
"Whip me, Gongjin!"
Crack!
One health gone.
No Peach. No Strike.
Zhou Yue remained unfazed. "Again!"
"Through fire and water, I shall not falter!"
Crack!
Another health point vanished.
No Peach, but one Strike.
"Still early!"
"Whip me, Gongjin!"
Crack!
Again, no Peach, no Strike.
Now Zhou Yue’s expression wavered.
With no Peaches in hand, one more Self-Wound would spell his doom.
The chat erupted with chatter.
[Senior Brother Zhou’s luck... is abysmal!]
[Maybe there just aren’t many Peaches in the deck? Are they rare?]
[But he barely drew any Strikes either...]
[This is rough!]
[Suddenly, Huang Gai and Senior Brother Zhou look eerily similar...]
...
"My dear disciple, press on... Your master will protect you!"
At that moment, Lin Qingxuan, seated in the sixth position, spoke up.
"Master..."
Zhou Yue was deeply moved.
"Wound yourself without fear. As Hua Tuo, I can heal you with red cards!"
Lin Qingxuan’s voice was firm.
Zhou Yue had confided in him recently—his repeated misfortunes in the illusion suggested his shattered calamitous fate was reforming.
Lin Qingxuan was a rebel and suspected Zhou Yue was a loyalist.
But compared to his disciple’s inner demons, what did winning a mere card game matter?
"If I helped you break your fate once, I can help you do it again!"
The chat went wild.
[This is hype!!]
[Senior Brother Zhou, you’ve got this!]
[Forget fate—it’s just an illusion! Shatter it!]
[SHATTER IT!!]
...
Zhou Yue, overwhelmed with gratitude and renewed determination, nodded fiercely. "Alright!!"
And so, he resumed Self-Wounding.
"Through fire and water, I shall not falter!"
Crack!
"Stay calm. I’ve got you."
"Whip me, Gongjin!"
Crack!
"Saving a life builds greater merit than a seven-tiered pagoda."
...
Two more Self-Wounds later, Zhou Yue’s hand had ballooned to a staggering 17 cards.
And still, not a single Peach in sight...
"Yue... I’m out of red cards..."
Lin Qingxuan coughed awkwardly.
Only now did he realize—Zhou Yue’s illusory fate wasn’t just unlucky. It was cursed.
"Thank you, Master... It seems this fate is mine to break alone."
Zhou Yue’s resolve remained unshaken. His gaze burned as he locked onto Zhou Qiaoling.
"Come on, little sister! Taking you down means three more cards—there’s gotta be a Peach in there!"
Since Zhou Qiaoling had refused to play a Dodge for Zhong Yi earlier, Zhou Yue was certain she wasn’t on their side.
Killing a rebel meant a three-card reward.
This was his chance to turn the tide...
And shatter his fate once and for all!
Zhou Qiaoling rolled her eyes. "Seventeen cards, and you think you can kill me?"
"Heh, we’ll see!"
Lu Ze glanced at Zhou Yue’s hand and sighed.
Not only had he failed to draw Peaches, but he’d only managed three Strikes...
Meanwhile, his hand was overflowing with Dodges.
A born magnet for misfortune.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
