【Villain | Cunning And Manipulative | Demon Overlord | Enemy of All Realms | Final Boss】

“Do not ascend! Do not ascend! Do not ascend!”

“The Upper Realm feeds on our kind, we would rather die than yield!”

“We have lost… To those who come after: remember to hide your strength and bide your time.”

Chu Yang sneered coldly as he gazed upon the countless struggling races within the Realm of Life.

Feared across the heavens, hated by all, he walks the path of destruction, feeding on the boundless resentment of fallen civilizations

And with every tear, every cry of despair, he grows ever stronger.

【Host, host! I might be late, but I, the Femme Fatale Conquer System, am here to accompany you!】

【Now, let’s first conquer Momoana, a legendary female emperor who boasts looks and wits.】

Shu Yichao: “Charge, my nomads! Show them our unrivaled archery!”

And so, Momoana died.

【My host, I’ll assume what happened earlier was an accident. We have to succeed for the next one. Our next conquer target is Purin, a lofty and cold sorceress.】

Shi Yichao: “Clear the mobs and stack skeletons! I shall bring the undead calamity upon the world!”

And so, Purin died.

【…Maybe you didn’t hear me clearly, my host. I said court her, not cull her. Our next target–】

Shu Yichao: “Build the hive and spam the worms. My hive mind shall devour the world! Who can compete with me?”

【…】

Shi Yichao: “Halleluyah! I have finally gotten rid of every single one of them! Speaking of which, System, it has been a long time since you last spoke to me?”

【I’m tired. Just go and destroy everything.】

Reborn into the world of Naruto as a member of the Uchiha clan, Uchiha Ji awakens the [Legacy Inheritance System]!

A gift that allows him to carry on the will and strength of those who truly believed in him.

He will not let their sacrifices be in vain.

He will carry their legacies forward.

And if the world stands in his way… then the world will have to fall.

“Ding! Inheritable targets found: Uchiha Taku (Father), Uchiha Shiori (Mother)... Compatibility 100%!”

Some called him Lu the godly doctor, some called him Lu the flayer; some admired him for the mechanical prosthetics that allowed him to rampage across battlefields; some laid under his surgical knife, doomed to die; he could save people from the brink of death, and also destroy corpses without a trace; during the day, he was the warmest goodwill in the human world; at night, he was a terror that made the whole world shudder.

The scalpel hung from his fingers, a demon on one side, an angel on the other.

His name was Lu Yuan, a double-faced surgeon in a world where spiritual energy had revived, and also a professional ripper.

A sentient demonic sword drifts from master to master, offering power at a price. Some wielders rise, others fall—but all leave their mark on the blade. It grows stronger with each bond, shaping and shattering destinies across a blood-soaked world. This is not a story of good or evil—only the will of the sword.

One day, Xu Mo got off work as usual and heard some noise coming from the trunk. He opened it and 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 Mo was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn.

“Damn, this isn’t how the script goes. This Xu Mo 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!”

"As a surgeon cosplayer, it's normal for me to carry a 50-centimeter bone saw with me, right?" "You mean the blood on the white coat? That's red dye smeared on."

"Why do you carry tape and hand ties? Of course, it's to subdue the murderer."

Looking at the [Professor Yang's electric chair], [Mary Shaw's cutting pliers], [Fisherman's sharp iron hook] and [Owl Skull's piano wire] in the task prop column, Su Zhao forced a kind smile and patiently explained to the serious-looking police and the trembling victim, "Please believe me, I really am a good man who saved her."

Forensic expert Lin Chu was suddenly thrown into an infinite apocalypse.

When others see zombies: “Oh my god, disgusting creatures covered in blood and flesh, stay away!”

When Lin Chu sees zombies: “Moving 206 bones! Walking points, the more, the better!”

Relying on her old profession, she quickly adapted to the bloody apocalyptic world.

In a place full of chaos, others avoid it, but Lin Chu’s eyes gleam as she charges forward.

In her left hand, a thigh bone; in her right, expired medicine—both are good items, after all, she has the ability to turn waste into treasure.

Zombies, storms, earthquakes, fire rains, acid rains, locust plagues… one apocalyptic dimension after another attacks.

Fortunately, even though she’s in an apocalyptic world, the system kindly arranged a safehouse for her.

She only needs to find an intact door and settle it within the specified time.

While others scramble and fight, Lin Chu calmly pulls out a door from her space that she had picked up in the last dimension while scavenging…

Xue Mo sat in front of the computer, typing seriously.

"Knock knock knock!" A series of rapid knocks on the door sounded.

"Who is it?" Xue Mo walked to the door and asked in confusion.

"Police."

Through the peephole, two people in police uniforms were standing outside the door, and one of them showed his police ID.

"Does Xue Mo live here?"

"Yes, I am." Xue Mo hurriedly opened the door.

"We found that several recent murders are highly consistent with your novels. Please cooperate with the investigation."

"How could it be?" Xue Mo was so panicked that his mobile phone fell at his feet.

...

When the case coincides with the novel,

distorted images,

ignored details,

who is the real murderer?

The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket.

If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death.

No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way.

Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain.

Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh.

As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him.

That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped.

“What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.”

—

He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds.

Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.