Chapter 1 The New Demon Lord, Senior Brother, I can finally see you again...
A thunderclap illuminated the dark sky, revealing two figures locked in a fierce battle, dust billowing and blood splattering everywhere.
Boom!
The old Demon Lord finally died, at the hands of a traitor hated by everyone in both the immortal and demon realms.
Fu Ming slowly stood up, his long sword still dripping blood, his black veiled hat fluttering in the fierce wind, revealing a handsome and dashing appearance.
He should have been happy to have avenged his great enemy.
but.
He is currently busy questioning a being that shouldn't be there within his consciousness.
"You mean, I've been here for over a hundred years without activating any cheat codes, and now that I'm about to become the Demon Lord, you're forcibly binding me to this?"
Are you kidding me?
Yes, honey.
So said the lively mechanical voice.
Fu Ming felt his eyelids twitching and the knife in his hand began to burn again: "Is it reasonable to bind the Demon Lord to the civil servant system? I want a refund."
"No, honey."
"Since you didn't respond, we've already given you default approval^^".
...
However, the system was too hasty in its celebration. It was attached to Fu Ming's natal cultivation technique and was being forcibly stripped away by the blade formed from his divine soul.
Although it certainly can't be completely removed, it still retains some of the pain sensation.
The tattered book trembled: "Wait a minute, this system really is your cheat code, host! Don't poke me, ee-ee-ee-ee-ee—"
The benevolent Fu Ming smiled and extended his index finger, making a "one" sign.
"Alright, you have one minute to explain your purpose."
The system's tone grew weaker: "Originally, with the help of this system, the host was supposed to become the number one white moonlight in the Three Realms, accumulating merit and ascending to immortality. But a small accident occurred..."
Fu Ming always thought he was following the classic revenge-driven protagonist route.
He was transported to another world by a plane crash and reborn as the son of a poor farmer. Unexpectedly, he was taken in as a disciple by the leader of the number one righteous sect. He then obtained an ancient secret technique and formed his Nascent Soul before the age of one hundred, enjoying unparalleled prestige for a time.
He was later unfortunately implicated in the massacre of the Rihua Palace and fell into the demonic path after being accused of the massacre. The old demon lord coveted his secret techniques, and he pretended to submit, but soon betrayed him again, eventually becoming a two-faced traitor with enough enemies to circle the immortal realm three times.
He endured humiliation for many years, and finally killed the old demon lord with his own hands, avenging himself.
Now they're telling him it was a system deployment malfunction that caused the plot to deviate from its intended course.
It's really too late.
Fu Ming laughed, and the old demon lord's unseeing corpse exploded into a cloud of blood mist under his blade. He circulated his cultivation technique, transforming the enemy's flesh and blood into pure true essence to make up for the losses in this great battle.
"If I don't want to, so what?"
The system trembled: "Then, then, based on the host's current level of merit and the difficulty of the demonic cultivator's tribulation, you will be struck dead by heavenly lightning during the next tribulation."
Fu Ming fell silent.
After absorbing a portion of the old demon lord's true essence, his cultivation advanced rapidly. He is currently being forcibly suppressed at the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and he will advance to the next stage in at most a month.
In other words, he was going to be struck by lightning and die in a month?
He has only just become the Demon Lord.
...
One day ago, in the Abyss of Demons.
In the once desolate and lifeless Demon Realm, a major event has occurred—the Old Demon Lord is about to undergo the perilous Great Ascension Tribulation.
Dark clouds gathered atop the Demon Palace, while the area outside was bustling with activity, as countless eyes were fixed on the commotion.
As one of the old Demon Lord's enemies, Fu Ming also found a good spot to hide. He tapped the hilt of his sword with his index finger in a regular rhythm, but stopped abruptly at a certain moment.
He saw extremely fine cracks appearing in the barrier of the Demon Palace.
In that instant, he threw his longsword, piercing a hole in the barrier, and then flashed over.
It's time to settle accounts with that old man.
In the Demon Lord's palace, a hunched old man sat cross-legged in the main seat.
Countless red threads extended from beneath the old demon lord's robes, transforming the flesh and blood of the living into a continuous stream of true essence. It was thanks to the selfless dedication of his subordinates that he was able to calmly face the heavenly tribulation.
Suddenly, the roof of the main hall shook, and a bright light, along with rustling dust, pierced the darkness inside.
Following the light, the old demon lord saw a dark figure plummeting down from the chandelier on the beam.
The visitor was none other than Fu Ming.
He even deliberately chose a cool pose.
The old demon lord, who thought he had made thorough preparations, suddenly changed his expression. His barrier had been broken. Where did such a person come from in the demon realm?
He unleashed a palm strike, the shockwave from a peak Nascent Soul stage cultivator easily shattering the chandelier, and roared, "Who goes there!"
Fu Ming parried with his sword, landing lightly following the momentum of the attack.
He lifted his black veil, revealing a dashing and handsome face, with a bright red rune on his forehead that looked like blood seeping through, and a smug and unrestrained smile.
"The one who will kill you."
"So it was you, Fu Ming, the bastard from the Tianyan Sect." The Demon Lord's turbid eyes slowly rolled, and after recognizing Fu Ming's identity, his tone became extremely contemptuous.
Before he finished speaking, thousands of red lines surged out from the shadows, surrounding Fu Ming like a swarm of snakes emerging from their holes.
This is the Devouring Heaven Secret Technique created by the Demon Lord through the fusion of the Devouring Path. It can absorb the true essence of a living person and use it for his own purposes as soon as it touches their flesh and blood.
Well, this old bastard is taking advantage of his tough talk to launch a sneak attack again.
Knowing the Demon Lord's nature, Fu Ming skillfully activated his true essence shield, shifting and leaping while wielding his Tang sword with imposing force, slicing down countless thick red lines.
The half-fallen red line was still wriggling, which looked rather disgusting.
After exchanging blows for about a hundred rounds, Fu Ming discovered the Demon Lord's subordinate hiding behind the Sea of Red Threads and pierced him with a single strike. The old Demon Lord's aura was unstable, and Fu Ming seized the opportunity to stab him in the left shoulder, creating a horrifying bloody hole.
The old demon lord's face, covered in scars, was bulging with veins as he slammed his fist on the table and roared.
"Fu Ming! You ungrateful stray dog, no wonder everyone in the Three Realms resents you, you are abandoned by all, and even the cub you raised, Xiao Huaiyuan, wants to leave you."
Fu Ming didn't take it seriously: "Your excuse is a bit outdated."
Isn't this the typical formula for all revenge-driven overpowered protagonists?
hiss!
During the brief moment of their confrontation, the red thread that Fu Ming had previously severed resurfaced and adhered to his waist and back.
These red threads grow longer when they come into contact with blood, and later they connected with the Demon Lord, binding Fu Ming into a large red rice dumpling.
Fortunately, at that moment, a blinding white light pierced through the roof of the palace, and the tribulation lightning fell to the ground and scattered, giving the old demon lord a solid shock along the red line.
However, Fu Ming, who was innocently caught on the red line, was also electrocuted and felt numb all over.
What kind of blind heavenly tribulation is this, striking down even him?!
He grumbled inwardly, but didn't forget to try and get a verbal advantage, as if he had summoned the heavenly lightning.
"You old codger, when you stormed into the Immortal Realm, stole my secret treasure, and framed me, did you ever imagine that you would die by my hand today?"
After being electrocuted, Fu Ming took the opportunity to break free of his restraints, thus witnessing the electric light being transmitted through the cluster of red lines several times, with a crackling sound mixed with screams, and seemingly a bit of the smell of burnt meat.
"...cough cough."
The Demon Lord's body was charred black from being split in half, so he immediately refined the two remaining guardians to repair his physical body.
Bang! Boom! The lightning bolts struck one after another, their blinding light raining down into the hall.
Fu Ming switched from defense to offense, focusing his attacks on the gaps created by the lightning strikes.
One strike pierced through the protective aura, the next slash plunged into the old demon lord's dantian, and boundless flames rose from the blade.
The Demon Lord was bleeding from all seven orifices, yet he still stubbornly resisted: "You... I spared your life back then out of pity, but why are you forcing me to this point..."
Fu Ming ignored him.
The Demon Lord is cunning; even in his current state of despair, he may still have a backup plan.
Sure enough, the Demon Lord, driven to the brink of despair, suddenly surged with energy. His celestial form rose from above his head, rapidly expanding to a height of over a hundred feet, and opened its blood-red maw to forcibly absorb Fu Ming into its body.
Fu Ming had endured for thirty years in order to seek revenge, so he naturally knew what kind of tactic this was.
He took a few steps back, his clothes fluttering but his body remaining still, silently counting in his mind.
Three, two, one.
Bang.
The Demon Lord exploded, in a physical sense.
Black and red blood splattered on the beams and pillars in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, it corroded most of the stone pillars clean.
He had anticipated this before he arrived: given the old demon lord's insatiable nature, he would want to devour all living beings, and there was only one possible outcome.
Before the old master had even breathed his last, Fu Ming walked up to him with his knife, not forgetting to deliver another blow.
"How does the stolen Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique feel to use?"
The Demon Lord glared at him intently: "Your Devouring Technique... has... a flaw."
Fu Ming's Tang sword plunged completely into the Demon Lord's chest. The latter's eyes bulged, and he hissed in pain, looking no different from the pitiful protector he had drained dry.
He laughed heartily: "You guessed right, but there's no reward—what you stole was just a fragment, so naturally it can't be repaired."
Another bolt of lightning, as thick as a giant tree, descended from the sky, illuminating the Demon Abyss as bright as day. The entire Demon Palace finally collapsed under the continuous lightning strikes, and the Demon Lord's remains turned to ashes at that moment.
The old demon lord, who had wreaked havoc on the world for three hundred years, finally died.
Now it's Fu Ming's era!
Starlight fragments separated from the Demon Lord's corpse, and Fu Ming collected them into his sea of consciousness.
These are the stolen fragments of the secret technique, but something seems off about them now.
“…Beep…Host detected.”
Um?
What was that sound?
Those concerned about the Demon Lord's tribulation were not only demon cultivators, but also many people from the immortal realm.
Thousands of miles away, the leaders of the various factions in the Immortal Alliance sat around a magical water mirror, monitoring the movements of the Demon Realm from afar.
The barrier shattered layer by layer, the heavenly thunder gradually subsided, and even the tribulation clouds above it dispersed completely.
The world was silent, except for a man in black robes who strolled out from the ruins.
"They're out!"
Oh no, even the Heavenly Tribulation couldn't harm him. How should we deal with him in the future?
Just as everyone was filled with worry, a sharp-eyed cultivator who had dealt with demonic cultivators for many years noticed something was wrong.
"Wait, isn't this person the Demon Lord?"
"It's Fu Ming, the traitor who fell from grace and became a demon of the Heavenly Evolution Sect!"
His words caused an uproar.
"It's a good thing that the Demon Lord is dead, but how come it's Fu Ming, that scourge of a bloodthirsty sect, who survived!"
An old Taoist priest stroked his goatee and said, "In my opinion, this man has been fighting with the old demon lord for many days and is in a weakened state. Why don't we take this opportunity to get rid of him?"
"No! If we mobilize all our forces, and war breaks out on the border again, how can we possibly take care of the rear?" The highly respected middle-aged female cultivator challenged him on the spot.
"Moreover, Fu Ming was able to kill the old demon lord at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. What are your chances of defeating him?"
...
During the argument, the person in the main seat remained silent.
Seeing that the situation was deadlocked, the old Taoist turned to the person in the main seat and asked, "Alliance Leader Xiao, what do you think?"
The one known as Alliance Leader Xiao was an excessively young man named Xiao Huaiyuan. He had a cold and stern face and an imposing presence. Although he was only a hundred years old, his actions were impeccable and commanded respect.
Coincidentally, Xiao Huaiyuan was also a disciple of the Tianyan Sect, and was Fu Ming's junior brother.
After Fu Ming fell into demonic possession, he severely injured his junior brother who went to find him and threw him back to the Tianyan Sect. This was common knowledge, so it's unlikely that he would protect Fu Ming.
Xiao Huaiyuan slowly scanned the crowd on the stage: "Seniors, Fu Ming is indeed a major hidden danger, but we cannot ignore the stability of the Immortal Realm."
“I have fought Fu Ming many times, so to be on the safe side, I will go and find out his strength.”
What grand and dignified words! But no one knew that the veins on the back of his hand, hidden in his sleeve, were bulging.
He was excited.
A long-lost warmth surged in Xiao Huaiyuan's heart.
—Senior brother, I can finally see you.
A note from the author:
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I'm also looking for a pre-order for "The Amnesiac Beta Streamer Inherits Four Top-Ranking Men." If you're interested, feel free to add it to your favorites! *shakes bowl*
Bai He is an Earthling, currently identified as a male beta.
She was frozen due to a genetic disease, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself three thousand years in the future, becoming a beautiful but sickly and unknown streamer on a obscure planet.
There was no time travel, just amnesia.
The bad news: his genetic disease was only half cured, and he still has to pay a large amount of debt to the federal hospital every month.
Good news: The four top donors in his live stream are sending him lots of money.
Bai He: Thank you, [Brother is Wife], for the mecha. Brother said my heat cycle is almost here, and I'd like to go to my private planet to take care of it...
It turns out that before he lost his memory, he was pretending to be an Omega and secretly dating his older brother.
It's alright, there are only four of them, they won't stick out of the screen.
Pure and innocent, a haughty rival, a caring older brother—I have everything you like. Bai He crafts the perfect persona, raking in money while simultaneously expanding her livestreaming career.
But when his older brothers came to his door, he discovered that these four were actually old acquaintances of his:
A controlling former foster brother, a top-tier rival obsessed with forced love, a yandere and gloomy best friend from the other side, and a lively little dog who has been abandoned and turned dark.
His former foster brother specially built him a luxurious house to hide his mistress, his top-tier colleague pinned him behind a camera, his best friend plastered his intimate photos all over the house, and his lively dog frantically injected pheromones into the back of his neck.
Oh dear, things have gone awry.
*
Three years ago, a news item appeared in an inconspicuous corner of the StarNet: a cryogenic chamber from a distant Earth era was unearthed, containing the remains of an ancient human male.
That pale, sickly face resembled some ancient virus, driving the four top alphas mad and utterly depraved.
They admit that they started out of curiosity, but they became more and more deeply involved. They knew that Bai He was selfish, cold, and a habitual liar, but they couldn't help but want to kiss his fingertips.
I am the rightful wife.
The one who is not loved is the mistress.
Then there's the question of what it means to be just a minor character.
Finally, they compromised, and the five of us can live happily together, as long as you're happy.
*
Bai He was not happy.
Because he actually...
It really differentiated into an Omega.
#A lie told too often becomes the truth.
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