At this moment, Little Yu was navigating a perilous killing array. Though she struggled at first, she soon adapted and handled it with ease.
Su Luo remarked, "Why don’t you give it a try? It’d be great for honing your reflexes."
"Spare me, please," Yun replied, adamantly refusing. She insisted it was a death trap.
"Look at Xiao Pa—she’s even more proactive than you. Keep this up, and you’ll ruin yourself."
Xiao Pa, meanwhile, was eagerly scouting the surroundings, clearly fascinated.
"But didn’t I learn from you?" Yun countered.
"If you learned from me, you’d be hopeless."
"Heh." Yun played dumb.
As they spoke, Little Yu successfully dismantled the array and claimed her reward.
Su Luo immediately discarded it—Little Yu’s talent didn’t require such secret techniques with severe side effects.
"Barely made it," Little Yu said.
"Don’t think you’re done yet. There’s more ahead," Su Luo replied sternly.
"I can handle it." Far from being intimidated, Little Yu was excited to prove herself in front of Su Luo.
Suddenly, the labyrinth trembled.
Su Luo frowned. To shake the maze required immense power—what was happening?
Normally, she could sense disturbances, but the labyrinth’s protective arrays made it nearly indestructible and severely dampened perception. Even someone of Su Luo’s current strength was affected, a testament to the array’s potency.
Still, it might just be a minor anomaly, not worth dwelling on.
With Su Luo’s familiarity guiding them, the group pressed deeper into the maze, targeting areas where Little Yu could further improve. Along the way, Su Luo shared insights about the labyrinth.
"So the Heavenly Demon Sect has a place like this," Yun mused.
"Indeed. There’s plenty you don’t know."
"Would knowing too much bring misfortune?"
"Of course. Silence the witness—why do you think I brought you here? To..."
"Then I’d rather not hear it." Yun theatrically feigned fear.
But Su Luo saw through it—Yun wasn’t scared at all. Such trust. Did she truly believe Su Luo would never harm her? One day, if Su Luo became the Demon Sovereign, Yun might stand against her.
What should have been a grim and treacherous journey through the maze unfolded smoothly under Su Luo’s guidance.
Yet, an unease gnawed at her.
Boom!
The noise grew louder.
Su Luo wondered—had someone else entered?
The Decaying Labyrinth’s mortality rate was so high that ten entrants a year was considered excessive. The Heavenly Demon Sect deliberately kept its existence hidden; only high-ranking members knew of it.
No matter. Even if others had come, it was none of her concern. Su Luo led the group toward the labyrinth’s heart.
Boom!
The explosions intensified. Someone was inside, brute-forcing their way through. Reckless—though Su Luo had tried the same method before. It worked.
"Su Luo, is that... someone causing this?" Yun asked.
"Yes. But I don’t know who. Ignore them. We stay on course."
The deepest part of the Decaying Labyrinth was also its most treacherous. Here, the Sword Demon guarded the final treasure—a mindless entity, akin to a zombie.
The "treasure" itself wasn’t remarkable. The truly valuable items had long been taken. This was merely a consolation prize, left by the Heavenly Demon Sect to placate those who made it this far.
Otherwise, reaching the end empty-handed might drive someone to darkness—though, given the sect’s nature, its members were already steeped in it.
The treasure wasn’t exceptional, useless to Little Yu but potent for demonic cultivation.
Little Yu stepped forward to face the Sword Demon.
Initially outmatched, she soon deciphered its patterns and defeated it. Under Su Luo’s tutelage, her combat skills had sharpened, and her strength soared.
"Su Luo, I did it."
"Well done."
No reward surpassed Su Luo’s praise.
Yet, the smoothness of it all only deepened her unease.
"Something’s wrong. Hide in that array."
Su Luo repurposed a labyrinth array, modifying it to ensure safety.
"What about you?"
She pushed them inside. "They’re here for me."
Turning, she faced the approaching threat. She could feel the lock on her.
Soon, a figure shattered the wall and emerged—the East Extreme Demon Lord.
"You’re Su Luo?"
His mere voice exuded crushing pressure.
"I am. What business does the East Extreme Demon Lord have with me?" Su Luo remained composed, unfazed by such displays.
"You know why I’m here."
"I don’t."
The East Extreme Demon Lord threw out Madam Niu’s body—already lifeless and disfigured, her form riddled with deep, fist-shaped indentations, clearly beaten to death.
"What does this mean?" Su Luo couldn’t make sense of it.
"Little Niu Niu, this shouldn’t feel unfamiliar to you, should it?"
"I think there’s been a misunderstanding between us."
The East Extreme Demon Lord tossed Wei Changli’s evidence at Su Luo. "So you die with clarity."
Su Luo picked it up and realized Wei Changli had dragged her into this even in death—she’d underestimated him.
"I doubt you’ll listen even if I say it’s a misunderstanding."
"Correct. Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not no longer matters. Right now, I just want to kill you."
Anyone who knew the East Extreme Demon Lord’s dirty secrets had to die. He had no patience for investigations—better to slaughter the innocent than spare the guilty.
Besides, crushing Su Luo would be as easy as squashing an ant.
"If that’s how it is, I understand." Su Luo drew Xia Ying.
Little Yu was frantic but trapped within a formation, helpless.
Yun also sensed something amiss, worrying whether Su Luo could handle this. In her eyes, the East Extreme Demon Lord was anything but ordinary.
"Oh? You still have the courage to strike at me? How reckless. Against you, one-tenth of my strength is more than enough." The East Extreme Demon Lord raised a single finger, his face dripping with disdain.
To him, Su Luo was merely a Nascent Soul cultivator—utterly insignificant.
Su Luo said nothing more, swinging her sword.
As the blade neared the East Extreme Demon Lord, she followed the usual routine—stacking damage.
[Your power, I accept it.]
Dice roll: 8.
The sword descended with terrifying force toward the East Extreme Demon Lord’s chest.
His instincts were sharp—or perhaps sheer survival reflex—warning him of danger, prompting him to dodge.
But it was too late. Su Luo’s slash sent him flying.
The East Extreme Demon Lord twisted midair before landing, one foot slamming into the ground to steady himself.
His face was blank with shock.
A gash now marred his chest, blood seeping out.
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
