After the Evil God Descended, the Occult Took the World by Storm

Su Ci is the most astonishingly gifted Celestial Master of his generation at the Supernatural Administration.

Legend has it that he is powerful and aloof: his sword can slay demons and evil spirits, his talismans can avert disasters, and with a flick of his fingers he can send vengeful ghosts and resentful spirits on their way. Wielding a sharp sword, he protects the mortal realm and serves as an outstanding annual liaison between the worlds of yin and yang.

He had long been accustomed to walking in the dark, until the Evil God descended and the world everyone knew changed beyond recognition.

Ordinary people suddenly found themselves face-to-face with ghosts launching devastating attacks. Infinite-flow dungeons appeared everywhere, like manhole covers over dark wells, while strange tales governed by rules seeped into every crack...

To build a harmonious society, secure the foundations of people's livelihoods, and teach the public how to respond to emergencies, the Director of the Supernatural Administration was tearing his hair out.

In the end, he fixed his hopeful gaze on Su Ci, the agency's resident heartthrob, and swallowed his pride as he pleaded:

“How about... you start a livestream?”

Su Ci: “...”

You really know how to drive a socially anxious person insane.

*

Worse than being forced in front of a camera was the curse of intermittent amnesia.

Su Ci closed his eyes and opened them again. Suddenly, the handsome man in front of him had bloodshot eyes and was gripping his shoulders with strong arms, his expression stubborn and anguished.

“Why, exactly?”

Su Ci: “?”

Who was he? Where was he? What were they doing?

...Oh. This scene looked a little familiar.

So he quickly lowered his eyes and said sadly, “I'm sorry, but I've always... really liked you.”

His number-one nemesis, who had just humiliated himself and been thoroughly crushed: “?????”

Su Ci's amnesia struck four times.

A month later, the curse disappeared, and all his memories returned.

Su Ci, acclaimed by the occult world as an untouchable beauty, but privately incapable of tearing himself away from melodramatic novels: “...”

After losing his memories, he had somehow gained four people confessing to him. The victims included his childhood friend and rival, a lone-wolf assassin, a top-tier star in the entertainment industry... and that deranged, sinister thousand-year-old Evil God.

#ListenToMeThisReallyIsJustAMisunderstanding#

#StopTurningThisIntoAJealousyShowdownIfYouHaveToFightGoFightInTheDanceStudio#

* A satisfying, melodramatic jealousy-filled romance. The plot and romance are split about evenly. The protagonist is just a socially anxious person with incredible combat strength, and his nemeses do all the work of falling for him on their own.

* A cool, ruthless, quiet-talking protagonist, though at first he is convinced he is the one in control.

* A hodgepodge of occult arts, strange tales, and infinite-flow scenarios. It's unconventional, with plenty of content outside the dungeons.

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* They Regretted It After He Proved the Dao with His Life *

Synopsis

Yan Fuyi suddenly realized that whatever he did seemed to be wrong.

The master he revered as a god didn't like him. His eyes were fixed only on the astonishingly gifted junior brother, the sweet and adorable junior sister, and the so-called “common people under heaven.”

When he taught his junior brother sword techniques, people accused him of begrudging talent and deliberately setting him up.

When he doted on his junior sister, people said he was greedy for power and currying favor with the sect leader's daughter to climb the ranks.

When he took on sect duties and helped ordinary disciples, they called him ambitious and accused him of buying people's goodwill.

Even when he cared for all living beings, repaired the barrier with his own body, and fought against heavenly tribulations, they said it was a calculated performance.

The one time he followed his own heart, he rescued a spirit beast from demonic cultivators and secretly raised it in a mountain valley. When it recovered its identity as the son of the Demon King and came into its rightful glory, everyone under heaven cursed him as despicable and shameless for stealing the young heir of the demon race and making the Demon King and his wife turn gray overnight.

Yan Fuyi had no way to defend himself.

One day, he suddenly discovered that he was the villainous supporting male character in a self-insert romance novel, a Mary Sue romance novel, and a story about a destined hero's comeback. His entire life had been nothing but a way for the protagonists to humiliate him and climb to the top by stepping on him.

So be it. He had been deluded and had given his heart to the wrong people. He could simply take it back.

Another day, the Demon Venerable, sealed away for a thousand years, emerged from the abyss, tore through the barrier, and marched on the immortal sects. Yan Fuyi fought until he was spent, but when the Demon Venerable ran him through the chest with a sword, no one came to save him.

The cold and distant master shielded the junior brother with his own body. The spirit beast Yan Fuyi had once saved with his heart's blood didn't even spare him a glance.

The immortal sects were defeated, but the mighty army of demons suddenly withdrew, taking only one person with them.

Yan Fuyi awoke to find himself imprisoned in the depths of the abyss. The Demon Venerable looked down at him and said that the people of the world were foolish, and he would lead Yan Fuyi into demonic cultivation.

Yan Fuyi asked, “Why me?”

“Because I intend to collapse these three thousand worlds and build a path to ascension. To do so, I must find someone utterly pure and righteous and shatter his Dao heart.”

“Oh,” Yan Fuyi said flatly. “So I'm the unlucky one again.”

“Will you let me break it?”

“No.”

But what could he do? He still loved this narrow-minded, ignorant, absurd mortal world so deeply. Through a hundred tribulations and a thousand hardships, through humiliation and slander, he still cherished the green of grass and trees, and would never regret it, even if he had to die nine times.

*

After the eldest disciple of Buqi Mountain was kidnapped by the Demon Venerable, the world fell into chaos.

Everything changed.

The Immortal Venerable Wentian, who had renounced all emotion, traveled from sect to sect and humbled himself to ask for help, all to rescue his disciple from the demon realm.

The astonishingly gifted junior brother ventured alone into the demon territory, again and again returning covered in wounds, yet never giving up.

The sheltered junior sister left her sect to seek justice for her senior brother.

The young heir of the demon race went nearly mad, determined to take revenge on everyone who had ever slandered Yan Fuyi. At the summit of Fuyi Cliff, he smashed his horns against the rock.

Yan Fuyi's name once again spread through every street and alley. But this time, he was no longer a supporting character in someone else's story, shackled by fate.

Those who owed him kindness knelt for long hours, imploring Heaven to keep him safe.

But this time, there was no white-robed sword cultivator, far too softhearted, who would smile and look back.

*

They say the broken Ascension Stairway, which had vanished for ten thousand years, has finally appeared again.

They say the last Golden Immortal in the Nine Provinces held a ceremony and feast, and took on the first disciple he had had in ten thousand years.

The Golden Immortal declared, “With my disciple's gifts, he ought to ascend to immortality on the spot.”

Theme: Take responsibility for what you have done.