Level 999: Crushing the Cultivation World

[Complete] [My next book is A Feeding Guide for the Frail Commander [Apocalypse]. Please add it to your reading list!] Blurb: Yu An'an played an apocalyptic battle game called Let's Fight Monsters, grinding her character all the way to first place on the server, at level 999. On the night before the game shut down, she drank a glass of soda at her computer. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into a cultivation world invaded by monsters and become the wicked junior sister in a book who shared her name. In the story, she was infatuated with the male lead and jealous of the female lead, so she did a series of stupid things. Not only did she end up disgraced and die a miserable death, but she also got her childhood companion, her spirit pet Little Chick, and a group of sect brothers and sisters who truly cared for her killed. Yu An'an had just woken up and was about to help the male lead bring about the death of her softhearted senior sister: "..." She silently adjusted the SSS-grade healing halo above her head and pulled a recovery potion that restored 10,000 HP from the game inventory that had come along with her. ** The amusement park descended, spiritual energy vanished, and the cultivation world became a training ground for higher-dimensional monsters. People were randomly pulled into other dimensions devoid of spiritual energy. They could only survive and obtain cultivation resources by clearing dungeons. At first, when people heard they had to fight monsters alongside the infamous, selfish, capricious Yu An'an... Alchemist A: "There's no saving us. Let's just wait to die. I'm out." Artifact crafter B: "Heh, why bother forming a party? No need. Let's all do our own thing." Sword cultivator C: "Tsk. If you're willing to sign a master-servant contract and heal me exclusively, I might consider protecting you." Later... Alchemist A: "??? Why does one of her skills restore more HP than my tenth-grade healing pill?" Artifact crafter B: "Holy crap, fellow cultivator, help! Heal me, heal me!" Sword cultivator C: "..." He silently watched as someone's basic attack did more damage than his ultimate move. Yu An'an had this to say: #What can I do? I feel helpless too when one basic attack kills the boss# #The highest-level monster isn't even level 100. Is this for real?# #As a healer, I guess I'll have to save the world with my basic attacks. So helpless.jpg# [Lighthearted online-game cultivation story, 1v1, both leads are each other's first love, god-tier unhinged priestess x loyal puppy who grows into his role] [Content warning: There is some leveling up early on, so she doesn't steamroll everyone from the start. This isn't a powerful female lead story, but more of a silly comedy. There are some suggestive jokes. Please don't read too much into them!] Next book: A Feeding Guide for the Frail Commander [Apocalypse] Sang Mianmian was a little mermaid. Because of a severe genetic defect, she had no tail. Her fish-monster brothers in the deep sea told her that if she could find a way to eat the most powerful commander at the human base city and harvest his genes, she would grow a tail. But the human commander was obsessive and gloomy, bloodthirsty and mad. Countless sea creatures had died at his hands. To survive, Sang Mianmian came trembling to the human world. She did everything she could to pass as a human and, after untold hardships, managed to get close to the human commander. But she found that he wasn't quite what she had imagined. The commander who was rumored to kill fish without batting an eye wore a crisp uniform soaked in scarlet blood. His hands and feet were covered in shackles, and he was imprisoned atop the ten-thousandth floor of the Tower of Hope. He was frail and pale, stern and cold, and seemed to be disabled as well. Out of politeness, Sang Mianmian carefully poked his handsome cheek. Her eyes sparkled, her voice was soft, and she asked with eager anticipation, "Excuse me, may I eat you?" The commander's dark brows lifted slightly. "..."? ** Later... Sang Mianmian was pinned to the seabed, her fingertips covered in bite marks. The "frail, disabled" commander chuckled, his voice cold and husky, like ice floes colliding beneath the winter sea, restrained yet passionate. "Do you still want to eat me?" Sang Mianmian: "N-no, I don't qaq" Aaaah! Why does what humans mean by eating differ from what mermaids mean by eating?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ Reading guide: 1. 1v1, both are each other's first love 2. An alternate world, an extreme apocalyptic setting, cyberpunk + Lovecraftian resurgence. The worldbuilding is complete. Theme: Respect comes from your own strength