The armored vehicle traveled for some time.
The sky, which should have been clear and bright, was now shrouded by thick, dark clouds resembling black velvet.
It was as if all light between heaven and earth had been swallowed by this shadow.
The clouds faintly swirled with movement, like a chaotic black ocean churning in the sky.
Sunlight couldn't penetrate the gloomy layer, leaving the world below dull and colorless.
"Has the contamination from the forbidden zone already spread this far?"
Bai Jun gazed out through the specially reinforced window, his expression grave.
This clearly wasn't part of the forbidden zone, yet the current scene unmistakably indicated one thing:
The forbidden zone was still expanding. If the source of this fifth forbidden zone wasn't eradicated, the corruption would continue unchecked.
He turned and shouted to the group, "Everyone, put on your masks!"
"This area has been tainted by the miasma from the forbidden zone!"
As soon as his voice fell, the team members all adopted serious expressions and promptly donned their specialized masks, designed to resist the corrupting influence of the forbidden zone's foul air.
Only then did they take in the sight outside—the parched earth, the withered greenery.
Everywhere, there were signs of creatures that had tried to flee but perished miserably by the roadside, unable to escape.
It wasn’t hard to imagine what would have happened if the authorities hadn’t evacuated the residents here earlier.
Gu Yan began polishing his black blade, though in reality, he was communicating telepathically with Lin of the Netherworld clan.
Atop the black tower,
Lin, who had been sprawled across the throne crafted for Gu Yan, engaged in some rather... indecent activities, suddenly shuddered. Her face still flushed, she gasped, "Huh?! My lord!"
"Y-yes!"
Her voice was unsteady, her expression flustered as she listened to the Netherworld King’s instructions.
Back inside the vehicle,
The longer Gu Yan communicated, the stranger he found Lin’s voice. Something felt off, but he brushed it aside—the mission took priority.
After finalizing all arrangements, he ended the mental connection.
At the black tower,
Lin, sensing the mental link fade, finally let her panicked expression relax slightly.
She clutched her chest and exhaled in relief.
Of all times... At least she hadn’t made any embarrassing noises.
Taking a deep breath, her eyes gleamed with excitement.
The humans are here... which means the plan begins now!
With that thought, she raised her hand—unlike before, her skin was now slick with moisture.
A gill-like slit split open on the back of her hand, releasing billowing crimson mist that seeped outward, spreading beyond the forbidden zone.
Inside the vehicle,
"Little brother... were you just talking to someone?"
The voice of Leng Qingqiu’s sister suddenly reached Gu Yan’s ears, inexplicably sending a jolt of nervousness through him.
Huh? How could she tell?
He forced a calm facade. "No, my dear sister, you must be imagining things."
"Really?"
Leng Bingning eyed him suspiciously. She couldn’t shake the feeling that while Gu Yan had been physically present, his mind had been elsewhere, conversing with someone.
Energy fluctuations don’t lie.
He’d definitely been using some secret technique to communicate privately!
Ugh, if only my perception were stronger right now, I could’ve intercepted his transmission and eavesdropped!
What were they talking about? I’m so curious!
Xiao Leng, your perception is sharper—did you catch who Gu Yan was talking to just now?
Xiao Leng: [...No idea. But if you work harder and exchange bodily fluids with Gu Yan, boosting your perception, eavesdropping on thoughts wouldn’t be impossible.]
Leng Bingning: "Eavesdrop on thoughts? The Night King can do something like that?"
[...Have you forgotten everything in the Tome of Shadows? Other me, could you at least remember your actual mission for once...?]
"I know, I know, I KNOW already!"
Leng Bingning and Xiao Leng were now bickering internally.
Meanwhile, Gu Yan couldn’t explain why he felt so guilty.
If not for the fact that the person beside him was Leng Qingqiu’s sister, he’d almost think it was Leng Qingqiu herself.
"......"
"......"
"?"
Qing...qiu?
Gu Yan fell silent for a moment.
Wait, wait, wait.
Why am I so nervous and guilty around Leng Bingning?
What does that mean?
Could she actually be Leng Qingqiu in disguise?
No way, right?
Assuming she was, why would Leng Qingqiu pretend to be Leng Bingning to protect him?
The only plausible reason was that she didn’t want to reveal her true identity to him yet.
Is she or isn’t she...?
Maybe... I should test it?
But simple physical contact no longer triggered the system’s "Pure Affection Points" notification.
And the more... intimate methods of earning points were out of the question with someone who might actually be Leng Qingqiu.
So... dead end.
Gu Yan sighed helplessly. Forget it. Focus on the mission for now.
Just as he thought this—
BZZZT!
The surroundings abruptly blurred.
The armored vehicle seemed to plunge into a world of crimson mist.
Before anyone realized it, the other vehicles in their convoy had vanished.
"Stay alert!"
"We’ve entered the forbidden zone!"
Bai Jun was the first to sense the anomaly and shouted a warning.
Then—
THUD! SCHLICK!
"Guh—!"
A blood-red claw suddenly pierced through the reinforced windshield, impaling the driver.
Toxin flooded the warrior’s body through the claw, rendering him unconscious instantly.
The armored vehicle spiraled out of control.
"Come here!"
Just as Gu Yan was about to act—perhaps considering an exit strategy—a voice he found eerily familiar rang in his ears.
At the same time, he felt himself being pulled into an embrace.
Then—
[Close embrace with Pure Love Target detected. Points +1000~~]
Gu Yan: "............!!"

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?!

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?"

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!