*Squeak squeak* — Lynn imitated the mouse's muffled sounds, his eyes full of mischief.
"Some small animals love warm environments the most. If you drop them down someone's collar when it's too cold, they'll keep searching for warmer places to burrow into..."
Under the black-robed man's terrified gaze.
Lynn pulled open his collar and dropped the squeaking mouse inside.
Black-robed man: "!!!"
Lynn said casually: "Since your neck must be cold, where do you think this mouse will try to burrow?"
The black-robed man's face trembled as he said: "You... you don't think this will scare me..."
But in the next moment, the black-robed man went (ΩДΩ).
Lynn reached into his own robes again and pulled out a multicolored venomous snake.
Then came the centipede, toad, slug, slime, and wasp nest...
And then, under the black-robed man's shocked stare, he forcefully stuffed them all down his collar one after another.
Lynn: "No rush, no rush. I have plenty more goodies. I'll make sure to fill you up completely. Take your time to think about it."
Black-robed man: "(ΩДΩ)!!"
No!
Please, no!
What kind of person is he?!
Why does he have so many bizarre things in his robes?!!
In that instant, his pupils contracted, and he froze.
He immediately felt...
Something frantically burrowing into his body!!
That was...
That was...
"Help!" he screamed in terror.
His entire body went rigid, his eyes bulging, cold sweat pouring down his face.
No!
Absolutely not!
Resist it! Must resist!!
(ΩДΩ)!!
But at that moment, Lynn patted his shoulder and said gently:
"How are you feeling?"
At that instant, he froze.
*Snap* —
As if in that moment, like city gates crumbling...
That feeling...
That feeling was...
"I'll talk!! I'll tell you everything!!" The black-robed man burst into tears, crying to the heavens.
He finally couldn't endure it anymore.
Such humiliation...
For a dignified magic artificer, this was worse than death!
Why! Why does someone so evil exist in this world?!
Lynn smiled slightly, licking his ice cream cone, and said:
"That's a good boy!"
Then he turned his head and showed a crescent moon smile to Nanako who stood not far away:
"Master, we're ready now. He'll probably answer any question you ask."
Nanako turned around hesitantly and walked over.
Looking at the black-robed man with tears streaming down his desperate face, she asked puzzled:
"What did you do to him?"
Lynn shook his head and shrugged: "Nothing much, just standard interrogation techniques."
[Indeed nothing special, snakes, mice, slimes, and slugs are all such cute and harmless little creatures.]
[I'm still too kind...]
Nanako: "!!!!"
Snakes and mice?!!
Burrowing into his body?!
Nanako's eyes instantly went wide, and she unconsciously held down her skirt.
She swallowed hard and looked uncertainly at the sobbing o(╥﹏╥)o black-robed man, asking:
"Does... does it hurt?"
The black-robed man was on the verge of breakdown, screaming: "Who cares if it hurts?! What time is it for that?! Just ask me! Please just ask your questions! I'm begging you! I can't take it anymore! You ask, I'll answer, let's get this over with! I can't stand it anymore!"
Nanako shuddered, wide-eyed, clutching her thick magic staff, and immediately began asking questions.
The black-robed man answered everything without hesitation, speaking rapidly, and even elaborating on vague questions with multiple perspectives and additional details.
He spoke so fast it was as if he was rushing to reincarnate.
Soon, Nanako learned their entire plan from his mouth.
"Opening a spatial gate directly above Moonlily City..." Nanako's whole body shook as she heard this, saying:
"Summoning the Blood Domain Demon Lord... this... this..."
After hearing the complete plan, even she felt chills run down her spine.
Blood Domain Demon Lord!
As one of the seven learned elders of Winter Spring Valley.
She had certainly heard this name!
According to legend.
The endless abyss was ruled by seven Demon Princes.
And under the Demon Princes were the seventy-two Demon Lords!
Among the seventy-two Demon Lords, the Blood Domain Demon Lord was particularly notorious for cruelty and greed.
Hundreds of years ago.
A group of demon worshippers had successfully summoned this tyrant into reality.
Its appearance directly led to the death of hundreds of thousands.
In the history of the Purple Rose, that day was remembered as the Night of Blood, forever etched in history.
And most terrifying of all...
Demons summoned to reality cannot be killed, only banished!
"Damn it..."
Nanako's face turned pale.
When she saw those knights appear today, she had thought there might be some monsters nearby, but hadn't taken it seriously.
After all, with those Sky Knights' strength, what monster could be their match.
But she never imagined...
They were summoning a Demon Lord level demon!!
"I've told you everything I know! Now get these things out of my body!"
The black-robed man screamed.
*Smack* —
Nanako gritted her teeth.
She cast a spell formation that struck his head, instantly knocking him unconscious.
"You despicable creature! Summoning such a monster and still expecting this young lady to help you, you must be tired of living!"
Without another word.
Nanako grabbed his collar, quickly turned to Lynn, and said through gritted teeth:
"Disciple, this is crucial. Master must hurry to inform the local lord of this news. You..."
Lynn licked his ice cream cone and said firmly:
"Master! Go ahead without worry! Don't mind me. Your disciple is too weak and would only be a burden to Master! So I'll just stay here!"
Nanako: "..."
He completely shut down that conversation!!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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!"
] [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!"
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.”
