"What the hell..."
Little Wei spotted a cloud of gray in the distance—dust kicked up by collapsing buildings. Even from this far away, she could almost smell the choking particles in the air.
She sneezed twice.
Only after wiping her nose did she grasp the severity of the situation.
Damn it!
The dormitory buildings had collapsed—two or three of them.
A grotesque, fleshy tentacle emerged from the swirling dust, massive enough to be horrifyingly visible even from this distance.
Youyin’s grip tightened on the balcony railing.
Looks like one round of this "game" had ended in disaster.
Who knew how many lives that creature had absorbed by now?
It was probably expanding its hunting grounds.
Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place.
Meanwhile, Little Wei stared at the monster, studying it until recognition dawned.
Wasn’t this thing straight out of Ultraman?
"The first zone has collapsed. The killers inside must have escaped by now," Youyin muttered, clenching her fists.
"Oh, that? I saw your so-called 'killer' earlier. How about we call them 'Replicants'?" Little Wei’s tone was eerily calm.
"Replicants? Not bad."
Wait—this wasn’t the time to debate nicknames.
She’d almost let Little Wei derail her.
"So, what do we do now?" Little Wei turned to Youyin.
This was one question she really had to ask.
Honestly, she just wanted to lie down and give up.
Fresh out of a shower, her brain felt like mush—no energy left for thinking.
"We need clues. These monsters have weaknesses. We have to find what’s unusual in this city and dig into the hidden details," Youyin explained.
Little Wei’s head throbbed harder at the flood of words.
What kind of nonsense was this? Why couldn’t she understand any of it?
In her opinion, they should just fight and get it over with.
"I’ve already marked our first target," Youyin added.
Little Wei looked at her. Under the dim moonlight, half of Youyin’s face was shrouded in shadow, her expression unreadable.
"We’re going back to the school."
"Are you insane?" Little Wei blurted.
"Then why the hell did we leave in the first place?"
"Call it a shower break. But I said we’re going back—not right now." Youyin patted Little Wei’s shoulder.
"Don’t you think the best way to solve a problem is to start at the source? So we have to investigate the school."
Her lips curled slightly. "But like I said, we’re not going yet. We wait until those monsters move on."
"Are they attacking the city?" Little Wei pressed her lips together, anxiety creeping into her voice.
Youyin took her hand.
"They are. But we can’t afford to focus on them." She sighed when she saw Little Wei’s furrowed brow.
"Those things can’t be killed."
In the novels, countless professional players had tried—only to learn that lesson in blood.
This wasn’t a world where brute force could win.
Brains were required.
Too bad Little Wei didn’t have any.
"Really?" Little Wei glanced at her staff.
Truthfully, she could wipe out all three monsters right now. But something about this felt off.
Especially the Replicants. They didn’t belong in a normal world. And after all this time away, she hadn’t sensed Youyin’s Replicant tailing them—only after getting off the bike did she notice it.
Almost like… it teleported.
Wait, no—it did teleport. Youyin had mentioned that.
Little Wei had read enough horror stories to know: anything that could teleport was bad news.
And this place was crawling with them.
Maybe… this wasn’t the real world at all?
Her gaze drifted to the blood-red crescent hanging in the sky.
"Let’s eat first. We need to move—find a high-rise to hide in, observe, and wait for those things to leave—"
A creaking door cut her off.
Someone was here.
Youyin turned toward the entrance. A black-clad killer stood frozen in the doorway, a chilling sight.
"Jump the balcony."
Little Wei grabbed Youyin’s hand.
It was now or never.
Before the killer could lunge, Youyin leaped without hesitation.
She expected a bone-shattering landing—but instead, she landed on something narrow. A staff? No, more like a magical broomstick.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," Youyin muttered, stunned.
So her companion’s class was Archmage?
Sounded straight out of a fantasy novel.
The killer reached the balcony and peered down at them. With a flip, it followed.
Little Wei tightened her grip on the staff.
"Go."
At her command, the staff shot forward like a bullet.
It wasn’t that Little Wei didn’t want to fight. The space was just too cramped for a proper showdown.
Besides, she had reservations about Youyin’s Replicant.
They landed atop the city’s tallest skyscraper.
The staff was too fast—the Replicant couldn’t keep up.
Youyin, now seated, examined the staff with fascination.
"This thing turned into a dagger earlier, right?" she asked.
Little Wei nodded, scanning their surroundings before plopping down cross-legged.
"I’m exhausted," she groaned.
Her head felt ready to split. Probably from the adrenaline of being chased.
"You okay?" Youyin asked, concerned.
Leaning against the wall, Little Wei watched as the monster’s tentacles speared through buildings.
Screams echoed. She shut her eyes.
Fresh out of the cultivation world, she hadn’t fully readjusted to this mindset.
"Youyin… what if this is all a dream?" Little Wei looked up.
"A dream?" Youyin blinked, then laughed. "That’d take one hell of a hypnotist to pull off."
The words struck Little Wei like a slap.
Right.
A hypnotist.
Or a game architect. If this was designed, the creator must be reveling in it—somewhere in this world.
Like a formation’s core, they needed to find the "eye" to break it.
Otherwise, there was no explaining the Replicants—or their damn teleportation.
Even in Ling Wanbai’s world, nothing had been this absurd.
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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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
