The emotional state of the Johnson quartet was like a roller coaster ride, as complex as a pie chart.
One-third was a joyous relief at having survived an ordeal, two-thirds were anger and dissatisfaction at being deceived, and the remaining five-thirds were a mix of emotions akin to attempting to steal a chicken but ending up losing the rice.
They felt as though they had donned a rainbow explosion headpiece and applied exaggerated makeup.
Qi Yuan seemed to have written a word on their foreheads
—Clowns!
Was it really necessary to toy with them like this?
They had merely formed a secret group behind Dragon Country's back...
Although they harbored surging and raging emotions that wanted to condemn Qi Yuan's entire family, the circumstances were stronger than they were.
The Monster finally reacted, floating back a distance and warily regarding Qi Yuan, Hong Feiheng, and the third person, especially Hong Feiheng and Qi Yuan.
Of these three, it only knew one person's ability, while the other's power was unfathomable.
It scrutinized these two individuals, ultimately focusing on Qi Yuan.
If the redhead's ability was clairvoyance, he should not have had this expression.
And this led back to the original starting point.
"An illusion-based Superhuman... why can he accurately find me..."
Hearing the Monster's inner voice, Qi Yuan had been silent since the beginning.
If anyone else could have been accused, he was truly at a loss.
He was like a student preparing for an important exam, only to find the test question was "What is one plus one?"
He had prepared painstakingly, but the other side was saying...
Here I come!
And while other countries were engaging in their own shenanigans by forming small groups, he was being blamed for everything.
Although he was the one benefiting, he still felt unusually displeased.
However, those matters could wait until later for settlement; for now, he should complete this easy question.
Without much effort, he stared at the Monster for a few seconds, then calmly said,
"Is the world you see the real world?"
Qi Yuan suppressed a smile at the corner of his mouth, appearing to others as an enigmatic, almost-smiling figure.
They glared at him angrily, confirming it was this guy causing trouble.
The Monster was startled, more concerned about another point than the meaning of Qi Yuan's words.
"How does he know what I'm thinking?"
This new doubt had barely formed when it heard Qi Yuan speak again.
"In my domain, what is it that I cannot accomplish?"
"For example, now, all of you can understand what I'm saying."
That one sentence roused them from their dream-like state, leaving the Priest quartet at a loss for words.
Although they did not claim to have experienced everything in the world, they considered themselves well-traveled and worldly-wise.
Yet now, everything exceeded their imagination.
They had fought tooth and nail, only to be told it was all an illusion.
Who could accept that?
"His domain!?"
Aside from its astonishment, the Curse Monster also sensed a connection between the domain and itself.
"The connection is still there, but why is it his domain?"
"Could it be..."
It stared blankly at its palm, its thoughts in disarray.
The sensations, the power, and the weakened state after the battle all felt so vivid...
Yet the brain, based on the dialogue and "coincidences," analyzed another answer.
"I'm under an illusion, this world is fake?!"
It was caught in an inner conflict, its physical senses and mental processes split apart.
It's impossible for it to be fake!
Why?
But...
There were no "buts," otherwise how could all the abnormalities be explained?
"If I'm truly in his illusion, he should be able to hear me now, right?"
"When did I fall under the illusion?"
Until now, the Monster remained skeptical, probing once more.
"From the very beginning."
Qi Yuan answered profoundly, his brilliant golden eyes regarding the Monster like a deity observing an insect, as if all secrets were exposed before him.
Beneath his radiant and serene exterior, however, lay a sarcastic heart.
How would I know when?
Whenever you think it was, then that's when it was...
Upon hearing this, the Monster began attributing all the irrational behaviors to Qi Yuan.
"So I did fall under an illusion, no wonder despite knowing there were five people, I still harbored murderous intent when only four showed up..."
No... that was you getting carried away yourself, it has nothing to do with me.
Don't pin everything on me!
At the moment the Curse Monster truly believed it had fallen under an illusion, Qi Yuan felt an unceasing flow of power surge towards him.
Was this the power of an SSS-level Superhuman?
No, this was an enhanced SS-level power.
Qi Yuan carefully savored the sensation brought by this power, but he felt it was still lacking.
With this power, he might be able to kill an SSS-level being, but he would be unable to deal with domains.
This power was only strong, unable to provide him with more information.
It showed that this Monster did not truly understand what an authentic SSS-level being was like, and was merely imagining it, just like him.
Since he could not extract any more value, this easy question was useless.
He might as well resolve the matter quickly.
He extended his power, silently pulling them into the illusion realm, replacing the real scene, while those lost in their own thoughts remained oblivious.
In their view, only Qi Yuan was speaking, and from the Monster's reaction, he was not talking to himself.
"In my domain, what is it that I cannot accomplish?"
This sentence echoed in their minds like shattering a rock, destroying their worldview.
Surely he didn't know what they were thinking now, did he?
Without the Monster's half of the dialogue, Qi Yuan's final statement, "From the very beginning," was completely incomprehensible.
They scratched their heads, utterly bewildered.
Whether the Monster lived or died no longer mattered; they were more concerned about the encrypted conversation's content.
With the information, they could be prepared for Qi Yuan next time.
Otherwise, they would always feel a chill down their spines, never knowing when they might become his random source of amusement again.
The Monster had no mind for such concerns; it searched its memory to determine at which point the illusion had begun, so it could find a way to break free.
It had tried all available methods, even some virtual methods from human works, but nothing could dispel the illusion.
Until it recalled the first time it saw Qi Yuan through a screen.
In the video, Qi Yuan casually glanced in the direction of the camera, his gaze devoid of warmth and yet not as vacant as a virtual avatar, as if he could see through the screen to the being watching.
From the very beginning...
So early?
It had not noticed at all...
The Monster's artificial voice carried a sense of despair rather than schadenfreude.
"I fell under the illusion the moment I saw you in the video, didn't I?"
Qi Yuan remained silent, smiling, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would recall something amusing and ruin his image.
This demeanor was interpreted by the others as tacit confirmation.
Upon hearing this, the Priest quartet finally understood the reason for their predicament.
Although they were teammates, Hong Feiheng could not help but silently muse,
He had heard of Monsters infecting humans through the internet, but never of a human controlling a Monster online.
So powerful, are you a Monster yourself?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
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...
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
