"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.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
