Late at night.
Dragon King Mountain.
Moonlight pierced through the clouds, scattering like shattered silver over the peaks, draping this ancient territory in a radiant veil.
An elderly man with bandages wrapped around his head—the former Old Dragon King—clenched his fists tightly as he listened to the reports from his subordinates behind him.
"Too... late?"
A voice brimming with fury growled from the depths of his throat.
Xiao Lin, the Child of Destiny, was dead.
The dragon’s aura had been stolen.
And lingering at the scene was the unmistakable deathly aura of the Night King.
"Night King!!!!"
"You’ve ruined my reincarnation plan!!"
"I will destroy you!!!"
The Old Dragon King’s murderous roar echoed throughout Dragon King Mountain.
"Cough, cough, cough!!!"
Overwhelmed by rage, the Old Dragon King clutched his chest in pain, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
Damn it.
This body was failing.
If he didn’t find a new vessel soon, he would...
His expression darkened with uncertainty.
Xiao Lin had been perfect—a vessel with exceptional talent and fortune, the ideal choice for his reincarnation.
But now... the Child of Destiny he had so carefully selected...
Had been killed by the Night King?!
Even his soul had been obliterated by the Night King’s dagger?!
Damn it all.
He coughed up more blood.
Throughout this, his subordinates stood silently behind him, unmoving.
Taking a deep, ragged breath, the Old Dragon King turned to a young woman among them, his voice hoarse.
"Falling Star, go to Jianghai. Retrieve the half-piece of Dragon King Jade from the Leng Family."
The young woman’s hair cascaded like a waterfall, her eyes holding galaxies within them.
This was Falling Star, the "Strategist" of the Dragon King Palace.
Yet her expression remained vacant, and she merely nodded at the command before vanishing into the shadows.
Next, the Old Dragon King turned to a towering man draped in a heavy dragon-scale cloak, his eyes hollow and lifeless.
"Long Ning, go to Jianghai. Bring Ning Qian back."
"The rest of you—scatter across the world. Find me someone with the same immense fortune as Xiao Lin!"
"Man or woman, it doesn’t matter!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
In an instant, all of them disappeared.
Alone now, the Old Dragon King hunched over, his decrepit body shuffling toward a cave in the distance.
Damn it, damn it, damn it.
Xiao Lin had been the superior vessel.
But now... he had no choice but to settle for Ning Qian.
And the Dragon King Jade...
The half that belonged to Xiao Lin was already lost—likely in the Night King’s hands.
That meant he had to reclaim the other half from the Leng Family.
Hadn’t he stored it there precisely to prepare for such a scenario?
As long as the two halves of the Dragon King Jade remained separate, he would always be the master of the Dragon King Palace!
Night King...
He could never allow the Night King to obtain the complete Dragon King Jade!
The thought made his breathing quicken.
Damn it. Why had things spiraled out of control so suddenly?
Prophecy... He needed a new prophecy...
He would... achieve immortality!!
Night King... Just wait. Once I possess Ning Qian’s body, I will come for you!!
......
......
Unlike the turmoil at Dragon King Mountain...
Hope’s Radiance.
At this moment, Hope’s Radiance was concealed beneath an enormous, invisible barrier—an illusionary veil crafted by Gu Yan using [Mirage of Flowers and Moon].
It was meant to distort the senses of any intruders.
But distortion wasn’t enough. Gu Yan wanted to create a true illusory barrier—one that would tuck Hope’s Radiance into a separate dimensional space.
To outsiders, this place would appear as nothing more than an empty plain.
But...
To those who entered through the right means, it would reveal an entirely new world.
To achieve this, Gu Yan needed to recruit the genius of barrier arts—a character who, in the original story, had been a member of the Night Organization.
But before that...
He had preparations to make.
With Xiao Lin dead, the Old Dragon King would undoubtedly act.
After all...
Having read the original story, Gu Yan knew the truth.
The Old Dragon King was no righteous figure—he was a monstrous schemer who would stop at nothing to achieve immortality.
Both Xiao Lin and Ning Qian had been nothing more than vessels prepared for his reincarnation.
In the original story, Xiao Lin, as the Child of Destiny, had seen through the Old Dragon King’s treachery, slain him, and saved his junior sister Ning Qian—deepening their bond in the process.
But that had been a late-game development.
Now, Gu Yan had accelerated the timeline.
And not just that—the original author had left many plot holes unresolved.
Like the mysterious stone statue in the cave the Old Dragon King frequented.
Its origins had never been explained.
With Xiao Lin dead so early, even Gu Yan couldn’t predict how things would unfold now.
Back to the present.
Gu Yan stepped into Hope’s Radiance’s underground laboratory.
A frail man in a white lab coat approached him—Han Tian.
In the original story, Han Tian had been a rogue scientist hiding among civilians, using ancient monster cells to cultivate several primordial abominations.
Just as he was about to prove himself the world’s greatest monster scientist...
He had been torn apart and devoured by his own creations.
Now, recruited by Gu Yan and infused with Claw Cells, Han Tian was a different man.
His face alight with excitement, he held up a transparent container housing a sharp, fang-like object.
"Sir, this is the Langya Clan’s Life Fang!"
"Any monster created using this as a base will be the most stable and controllable specimen yet!"
The Langya Clan’s Life Fang had one crucial property—it ensured absolute loyalty in any monster crafted from it.
Gu Yan gave a slight nod. "I’ve brought you something new. Whether you use it is up to you."
He extended his hand.
Between his fingers appeared a small vial—inside, countless writhing tendrils squirmed.
These were Claw Tendrils that had consumed Xiao Lin’s flesh.
As the Child of Destiny, Xiao Lin had been blessed with immense fortune.
Theoretically, the Claw Cells that had devoured his body should have absorbed traces of that fortune.
"Spare no expense. Go all out."
"I believe in you."
Han Tian’s eyes gleamed with even greater fervor as he carefully took the vial.
With both excitement and solemnity, he vowed, "Y-yes, sir! I will create the perfect monster for you!"
Han Tian was moved beyond words.
A spacious, state-of-the-art lab.
Abundant resources and test subjects.
A leader who trusted him completely and let him work freely!
This... This was everything he had ever wanted!
With these materials in hand, Han Tian swore to himself—he would create a masterpiece.
To create the most perfect, strongest, and most obedient monster squad in the world for Lord Gu Yan!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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."
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?"
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.”
