Facing the murderous aura radiating from Jiang Ningshu, Liu Ruwen felt as if she was staring death in the face.
At this moment, no amount of cleverness could save her.
Say something, say anything—quick!
She hastily stammered, "It's a misunderstanding! All a misunderstanding! I never meant to kill you—it's all a mistake!"
But her panic had rendered her nearly incoherent.
"First sentence," Jiang Ningshu said slowly.
"Right, I... I'll give you everything I have! I have many treasures, all collected over the years!"
Liu Ruwen hurriedly emptied her possessions, not daring to hold anything back.
Yet Jiang Ningshu remained unmoved, her oppressive aura only intensifying.
Liu Ruwen was paralyzed with terror.
"Second sentence."
"I... I... wu wu wu..." She broke into sobs.
"Crying counts too. Third sentence—you failed to ease my displeasure."
The moment those words left Jiang Ningshu's lips, Liu Ruwen exploded—violently, catastrophically.
Not a trace of her remained.
Jiang Ningshu sighed heavily, tilting her head skyward. "What a waste. After all the kindness I showed you, you just wasted my time."
All that scheming, all that goodwill—and this was how she repaid her.
Yet before long, Jiang Ningshu regained her composure, brushing Liu Ruwen from her thoughts.
Really, why bother being angry over someone like her? Their acquaintance had been brief anyway.
She let go of Liu Ruwen quickly.
Still, her judgment really did seem flawed.
Just then, Su Luo and Little Yu returned, approaching Jiang Ningshu.
At the sight of Su Luo, Jiang Ningshu grew awkward.
The more triumphant she'd felt before, the more embarrassed she was now.
"Go ahead, laugh if you want," Jiang Ningshu muttered.
"Already laughed in advance," Su Luo replied.
Little Yu didn't laugh either. "This was all Liu Ruwen's fault. It has nothing to do with you."
"Ugh, fine. I admit my judgment is terrible. I give up."
Jiang Ningshu truly surrendered. If she kept dragging odd characters into Su Luo's Heavenly Demon Sect, she’d only turn it into chaos.
"You seem pretty down," Su Luo remarked.
"It’s whatever. But it is a bit of a blow—is my judgment really that bad?" Jiang Ningshu wanted to hear Su Luo's thoughts.
"It is bad. But at least you met me. Even if the whole world betrays you, even if everyone abandons you—don’t worry, I won’t want you either."
"Su Luo... you’re so sweet—wait, what did you say?"
Jiang Ningshu was about to be moved, but then she realized Su Luo’s words weren’t exactly heartwarming.
"Haha, just joking. I won’t make any promises, but odds are, I won’t stab you in the back."
"Odds are? Why not ‘definitely’?"
"Gotta leave myself an out."
"How disappointing. But fine, ‘odds are’ it is. You said it."
"I did."
Jiang Ningshu’s mood instantly lifted.
Even if Su Luo only said "odds are," she truly believed he wouldn’t betray her.
Despite his talk of leaving an out, she knew him well enough—Su Luo treated those close to him with unwavering loyalty.
Yes, even if everyone else turned against her, at least Su Luo wouldn’t.
That alone felt like enough.
......
The trio continued toward the City of Villains.
It loomed before them now, its walls crumbling and clearly neglected for years.
Perhaps no one bothered to repair them.
Even from outside, the sounds of brawls echoed from within.
The City of Villains was no peaceful place.
Su Luo had come to make a name for himself, laying the groundwork to revive the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Then, they were stopped.
"Greetings. I’m the gatekeeper of the City of Villains. Know the rules?"
A man clad head-to-toe in armor stood before them, his face entirely concealed by a helmet, giving him the appearance of a sinister machine.
"I do," Su Luo answered.
"Then let’s begin." The gatekeeper drew his sword, casually swinging it.
Cracks split the ground around them.
A display of power.
If they weren’t intimidated, he might actually draw his blade in earnest.
The gatekeeper wasn’t here to protect the city—he screened those who entered.
The City of Villains was a haven for demonic cultivators, though the occasional righteous sect member might slip in.
Hence the test: a duel to confirm whether one’s techniques aligned with demonic cultivation.
Victory wasn’t required—even weaker demonic cultivators could enter if deemed worthy.
Or, if one’s reputation preceded them—like holding a title such as "Heavenly Demon"—entry was guaranteed.
So Su Luo removed his black cloak, revealing his face.
"May I pass now?" he asked.
The gatekeeper paused, clearly recognizing him. "Of course. You’re Su Luo, the one causing quite the stir lately. I know of you."
Indeed, word of Su Luo’s inheritance of the Demon God’s legacy had spread rapidly among demonic circles.
Many were seething with envy.
Su Luo nodded. "That’s me."
"Welcome to the City of Villains," the gatekeeper said warmly.
The city thrived on powerful demonic cultivators like him.
The trio moved forward.
But as Su Luo passed the gatekeeper, a blade shot out, blocking his path.
Su Luo turned, eyeing him.
"Nothing personal. I just want to see this so-called Demon God’s legacy in action."
The gatekeeper grinned eagerly. His strength was no joke—Mid-stage Void Refinement realm.
Most challengers were weaklings, making his job tedious.
The City of Villains might sound imposing, but villains weren’t always strong.
Crushing ants grew dull.
He craved a real fight.
"Fine. I’ll give you fifteen minutes. If you can land a hit on me, you win," Su Luo said.
The gatekeeper thought he misheard. "You mean I give you fifteen minutes to land a hit on me."
"Tch. If I strike first, you’ll be dead before you blink."
Su Luo wasn’t boasting—his current strength was beyond ordinary.
"Ridiculous. Rumor has it you only recently reached Void Refinement. Meanwhile, I’m Mid-stage."
"And?"
Su Luo’s indifference only enraged the gatekeeper further.
"Arrogant fool. Don’t blame me when you’re crippled."
He was determined to teach this brat a lesson.
Even with the Heavenly Demon Sect gone, this guy still acted so high and mighty.
Was it the Demon God’s legacy?
Pathetic. Who knew if it was even that strong?
Think you’re invincible just because you inherited some ancient power?

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

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.”