The Swamp.
"We... we did it."
"We actually made it through!"
"That girl was right—the Demon Creatures' attack pattern was exactly as she described!"
A handful of martial artists, scattered and battered, gazed at the now-calm swamp with the relief of survivors.
There had been dozens of them before, but now... only a few remained.
"The sect will remember your sacrifice!"
A sect warrior wept as he looked out over the swamp.
Not long ago, martial artists from various sects had volunteered—insisting on testing Bai Lian’s plan. They had willingly taken on the role of bait.
No matter how much the others tried to dissuade them, they couldn’t stop those determined to march to their deaths.
After a fierce internal struggle, everyone had agreed to the plan.
And just as Bai Lian had said—it worked.
Their fallen comrades had not died in vain.
Bai Jun clenched his fists, grief weighing heavily on his heart.
If only he hadn’t been so weak, so many wouldn’t have had to die.
"Brother Bai Jun, don’t be sad. The sacrifices of those warriors were meaningful."
Bai Lian offered comforting words, but inwardly, she sneered.
*Trash like them should be grateful they even had the value to serve as bait.*
Indeed, it had been Bai Lian’s doing—using her innate "Alluring Physique" to manipulate those fools into throwing away their lives.
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The Altar.
"Tsk! The disciples of Dragon King Mountain are truly terrifying!"
"If given time, Ning Qian will undoubtedly claim a place among the Grandmasters!"
"Indeed. To be so formidable at such a young age—I feel ashamed in comparison!"
The martial artists gasped in awe.
Amidst the scattered corpses of Demon Creatures, all eyes were fixed on the young woman standing untouched—her sword in hand, her robes unstained, her expression cold and resolute.
"Well done, Ning Qian."
Shangguan Miaoyin approached, her face carefully arranged into a mask of sorrow.
"Their deaths weren’t your fault."
"The numbers were just too overwhelming."
Ning Qian shook her head.
Her gaze fell upon the bodies of the fallen sect warriors mixed among the Demon Creatures.
She closed her eyes, weighed down by guilt.
"No... it’s because I was too weak."
Her mind flashed back to a month ago—when the Night King had appeared in Jianghai.
Even with all her strength, she hadn’t been able to land a single blow.
He hadn’t even fought seriously—just toyed with her in a mere swordplay exchange.
*Damn it...*
Her heart was heavy, but it didn’t matter.
She opened her eyes.
*Until I defeat the Night King... I won’t lose again.*
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The Ruins.
*Gulp.*
"This is insane... absolutely insane."
Liu Jianxing swallowed hard, staring in shock at the shattered remnants of an ancient construct—obliterated by something resembling bone spikes.
The challenge had been to defeat *one* enemy.
But...
He looked at the wreckage strewn across the ground.
*This is way more than one.*
"Brother Murong... you’re... pretty strong."
Liu Jianxing didn’t know what else to say, forcing an awkward chuckle.
*Tsk! Are all the fighters in this department monsters or something?*
*How are they all this powerful?*
*I was one of the top talents in my sect—how am I the weakest here?!*
Murong Ci’s breathing steadied as he surveyed the battlefield.
He gave a slight nod.
"Mn."
Then—
*Hummm!*
The crimson mist surged once more.
And with it, a voice echoed:
*"Heh... amusing humans."*
*"Too long... far too long since I’ve seen ones capable of completing this trial."*
*"Interesting... truly interesting."*
*"You have now earned the right to stand before me!"*
As the voice faded, the red mist swallowed their vision once again.
"Tsk! Are we finally meeting the mastermind behind all this?"
"Wait—weren’t we here for the Primordial Qi?"
"Yeah, where is it?"
"Doesn’t matter. We need to regroup first!"
......
......
The mist shifted, warping their surroundings.
When the scattered group opened their eyes again, they found themselves in another place entirely.
The sight before them sent chills down their spines.
They stood in what seemed like a desolate black desert, the sky choked with twisted clouds. Occasional lightning split the heavens like jagged scars, the faint light doing little to pierce the oppressive darkness.
As the mist dissipated, a suffocating stench of decay filled the air.
Deep fissures split the earth—gaping maws ready to devour anything that dared step too close.
In the distance, shattered stone pillars stood like the remnants of a fallen empire, whispering of a glory long lost.
And in their ears—
The nightmarish shrieks of countless Demon Creatures, so vivid it felt like their souls were being torn apart.
Shadows slithered across the dunes, moving with unnatural purpose, drawn to the scent of the martial artists.
But none of that was the most terrifying part.
Far ahead, an army of Demon Creatures—vast and grotesque—marched toward them.
Some towered like mountains, others twisted into horrors beyond comprehension. Their eyes burned with malevolent hunger, and with every step, the air itself trembled with the promise of death.
"W-what the hell is all this?!"
"You’re joking, right? We’re supposed to fight *these* things now?!"
Some warriors swallowed hard, their throats dry.
But that wasn’t all.
What truly stole their breath was the sight in the distance—
A colossal black pillar, stretching into the sky like a twisted tree.
And at its peak...
A single bud, tightly closed, waiting to bloom.
Ning Qian tightened her grip on her sword, murmuring,
"The aura here... it’s stronger than anything we’ve faced before."
Shangguan Miaoyin nodded, her eyes scanning the survivors.
*Hm?*
*Only this many left?*
*The sect warriors have been mostly cleared out.*
*Only the black-clad department fighters remain.*
*Speaking of which... where’s my master’s man from the mortal world? Didn’t see him earlier.*
*Did he die?*
Just as the thought crossed her mind, she spotted Gu Yan—standing there with the dazed expression of someone who’d narrowly escaped death.
*Ah. Still alive. Good.*
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?"
