Luo Wei opened his eyes again.
The hellish scene of the Lower District had vanished. Instead, he saw Helena and Evelyn sitting on the sofa.
He silently let out a sigh of relief. Time had rewound to a day earlier, right after bidding farewell to Ophelia and returning home to take in Helena.
**Chapter 2: The Wegener Terror Incident (Conclusion)**
**Save Point: Riverside Road, Old Mansion**
**Remaining Save Slots: 4/5**
**Objective: Head to the Lower District, disrupt the evil god summoning ritual, and end the spreading chaos in the city.**
After securing Helena, Luo Wei hurried to the entrance, quickly changed his clothes, and opened the door. He turned back and called out to the two of them, "Stop eating! Come with me, now!"
Since they had returned to a day earlier, there was still time to act.
"What's going on? What's happening?" Evelyn, seeing Luo Wei's anxious expression, put down the grilled sausage and quickly followed him.
"Brother! Where are we going?" Helena didn’t ask too many questions. Her brother often acted like this, suddenly becoming frantic without explanation.
Luo Wei looked at her. "To save the world."
Helena nodded. "Oh, got it."
Evelyn was stunned. "Huh?"
Luo Wei didn’t have time to explain much. He quickly reviewed the events from his last save and instructed Evelyn, "I’m going to borrow a car—two cars. You need to find Ophelia immediately. I’ll tell you what to say. We’ll meet at the Lower District checkpoint as fast as possible!"
With that, he grabbed his revolver and rushed to the neighbor’s house.
After borrowing the cars, Luo Wei drove Helena to the Lower District at breakneck speed.
Along the way, the city was still in chaos, but compared to what it would face a day later, this was nothing.
Luo Wei pressed the accelerator hard, soon arriving at the border between the Eastern District and the Lower District.
Here, factory buildings began to multiply, and the terrain sloped downward. This area, located downstream of the river, was ideal for industrial wastewater discharge, making it the heart of the city’s magical industry.
As they drove onto the complex steel bridge, the city suddenly became three-dimensional. Looking down, endless rows of black buildings stretched as far as the eye could see, with no sign of the bottom streets. A foul, strange odor wafted up.
Luo Wei tightened the scarves covering his and Helena’s faces. After getting out of the car, he saw that the bridge checkpoint was sealed off. Many police officers, dogs, and vehicles were congested on the Eastern District side.
Luo Wei spotted Police Chief Raymond and his assistant in the crowd and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
They hadn’t entered the Lower District yet. He had arrived just in time.
"Chief!" Luo Wei quickly walked over.
"Luo Wei?" Chief Raymond looked at him and Helena in confusion. "What are you doing here? I heard you just got discharged from the hospital today."
"Never mind that," Luo Wei said, glancing at the slowly opening checkpoint. He pulled the chief aside and whispered, "The Truth Cult’s gathering is a trap. If you go in recklessly, you’ll all die."
"What?!" Chief Raymond stared at him in shock. "How do you know that?"
"And..." he added, puzzled, "Even if it’s a trap, what does it matter? Look at those guys over there. They’re from the Special Affairs Department—powerful supernaturals. This operation is meant to eradicate the Truth Cult."
Raymond pointed to the other side of the road. Luo Wei saw the Special Affairs Department’s leader, still in his black coat, giving orders to his agents.
"No, they’ll only make things worse," Luo Wei said urgently. He explained the hallucinogenic fog and how the supernaturals would go mad.
Chief Raymond’s face turned pale. "Even the Special Affairs Department agents aren’t immune? If they go mad, we’re the ones in danger!"
Luo Wei nodded. That was exactly what had happened last time. The chief’s gruesome fate wasn’t just due to the cult’s monsters—the insane supernaturals had played a big part too.
"So what do we do? We can’t just call off the operation, can we?" Chief Raymond looked troubled, glancing at his colleagues and the higher-ups. "The police leadership is here. I don’t have the authority to make that call."
"We don’t need to call it off, but we need to wait," Luo Wei said, looking back at the road. "Your job is to stall them for a bit. Under no circumstances should they rush into the Lower District now!"
Chief Raymond, seeing Luo Wei’s deadly serious expression, sighed in resignation.
"Alright, I’ll try... But don’t let me down, or I’ll lose all credibility with the higher-ups..."
Luo Wei shot him a look. "This is no time for that, Chief! Go!"
With a reluctant expression, Chief Raymond trudged over to his colleagues and the leadership.
Luo Wei turned his gaze back to the road, waiting quietly in the thick fog.
"Brother, are you waiting for backup?" Helena asked, knowing he had sent Evelyn to find Ophelia.
"Backup is coming," Luo Wei nodded, "but there’s something else too..."
About twenty minutes later, the checkpoint had long since opened, but the team hadn’t moved. The crowd buzzed with murmurs of confusion.
At that moment, three black carriages emerged from the fog, stopping on the bridge.
"Luo Wei!"
Luo Wei immediately saw Ophelia rushing toward him, followed by her shadow guards, each carrying heavy boxes.
A crimson shadow flashed as Evelyn reappeared beside him.
"I told her everything you asked me to."
"Thank you, teacher," Luo Wei said gratefully, then stepped forward.
"I’ve already informed Second Brother. The city defense forces will act soon. And..." Ophelia took a box and pulled out a plague doctor mask, looking puzzled. "What’s the deal with all the charcoal and stuff you asked me to replace inside?"
Luo Wei took the mask, inspected it carefully, and nodded in satisfaction.
"It’s to prevent inhaling the toxic gas."
Once he put it on, his voice became muffled.
"Will this really work?" Evelyn had been overseeing the modification of these masks for Ophelia’s people. She was curious—could simply replacing the herbs and spices with charcoal really protect them from the toxic fog?
"It’s better than nothing," Luo Wei smiled. Activated charcoal could absorb toxins and act as a filter, the same principle behind modern gas masks.
A shining example of modern science.
The only downside was that he couldn’t find proper activated charcoal here. He had to make do with regular charcoal, roughly processed. After all, in his world, the earliest gas masks during World War I had been made the same way.
Luo Wei handed the boxes to Chief Raymond, giving him a quick tutorial.
Then, they distributed the remaining masks to the Special Affairs Department.
"You want us to wear these?" One agent examined the strange plague doctor mask skeptically. "With this thing on, it’s hard to see anything. And with the fog this thick, how are we supposed to fight?"
"It’s better than going mad later," Luo Wei said, scanning the group. "Everyone heading into the Lower District to take down the Truth Cult must wear one."
Many people exchanged confused glances. The agent who had spoken earlier snorted coldly. As a supernatural, he clearly didn’t appreciate being ordered around by an outsider.
"Mr. Luo Wei..." The Special Affairs Department leader in the black coat looked at him hesitantly. He wasn’t arrogant, but he was skeptical.
"Are you saying that inhaling this fog will cause supernaturals to lose control? But this fog has been around for days, and we haven’t had any adverse reactions."
"That's because you are all official superhumans who have undergone rigorous trials, inherently stronger than ordinary superhumans, and moreover..." Luo Wei immediately shared the intelligence he had obtained from the Truth Cult member, especially the principles behind the drug.
"It stimulates human senses, amplifying and intensifying emotions..." He frowned, deep in thought. "If that's the case, it would indeed be very dangerous..."
He wasn't a rigid or old-fashioned person. He knew that even after thorough vetting and subsequent treatment, the superhumans under his command could still fall into a state of madness due to overusing their powers.
Especially in cases involving cults and evil deities—these were always the most troublesome...
"Listen to him, old Fred," Ophelia, standing behind Luo Wei, spoke up.
Fred glanced at the fifth princess, who had once overseen the Special Affairs Department, then turned back to Luo Wei and finally nodded.
"Special Affairs Department, Team One, Team Two, Team Three!"
He immediately turned to his subordinates and ordered them all to put on their masks.
Once everyone had donned their masks, the team set off again, moving at top speed toward the lower district.
Luo Wei, Ophelia, and the others led the way. As they drew closer to the cultists' secret gathering spot, Luo Wei couldn't help but feel tense.
He hoped they would still be in time to stop whatever was about to happen.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
