Novels by IOnlyWriteEvilMc

Within the ancestral mountain, inside Han Shin Tao’s private chamber, two figures sat cross-legged facing one another.At a glance, they resembled siblings.They were Han Shin Tao and Han Tian Yi.Han Tian Yi had remained behind under the pretense learning under Han Shin Tao. Leaving immediately after he asked him to be his master would have invited suspicion.Silence lingered between them until Han Shin Tao spoke.“I am curious, Little Yi… how did you accomplish it?”Han Tian Yi tilted his head slightly, confusion flickering across his face.“Grandfather, I do not understand.”“Spare me.” Han Shin Tao’s voice hardened. “You are not clever enough to deceive me.”It was an unspoken rule among cultivators: one shouldn't pry into another’s methods. Techniques were lifelines. To expose them was to invite death.Yet here he was—asking.Han Tian Yi lowered his gaze faintly, lips curving into

After reading the jade slip, Han Shin Tao did not speak for a long time.His fingers tightened slightly around the slip.Dao Assimilation.Dissolve the core instead of shattering it.Do not resist the Dao.Do not challenge Heaven.Become nothing—So that nothing can be rejected.His jaw stiffened.He had pursued supremacy his entire life. So had every cultivator. But wanting the peak and reaching it were two entirely different things.Peak Saint Realm.That was where almost everyone stopped.The Dao God Realm… was a myth dressed as possibility.The Han Clan having five Peak Saint experts was already abnormal.But the Han Clan itself was abnormal.The higher realm was not a single world. A world only qualified as a “higher realm” once its spiritual density could nurture cultivators all the way to the Dao God Realm.And every such world had a ruler.An Immortal Clan.There were ten.The Han Clan was one of them.Each ruling clan possessed at least one high-rank secluded domain — a world

Another month passed.Still no summons.Still no pressure.Still no word.Inside his room, Han Tian Yi’s brows slowly tightened.“That old fox…” he muttered, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. “Why hasn’t he come for it?”He had dangled the greatest temptation in existence — a method to ascend into the Dao God Realm.Any cultivator at the Peak of the Saint Realm would go mad for it.Yet Han Shin Tao remained silent.No probing.No testing.Nothing.Was he waiting for him to grow anxious?To make a mistake?To approach him first?Han Tian Yi exhaled slowly.“So that’s how you want to play…”Silence as pressure.Patience as a blade.“Fine.” he murmured. “I’ll wag my tail first.”But his eyes were cold.He retrieved a jade slip and began inscribing the method — the real one. Each character carved carefully, spiritual sense guiding every stroke. No hidden traps. No false lines.He would not risk the contract backfiring on him.When he finished, he stood and left his residence.-

A week passed after the encounter with Han Shin Tao.And for seven days straight, Han Tian Yi lived as Han Tian Shi.At dawn, he stood before his own ashes in the Hall of the Fallen. The air there was always cold, heavy with incense smoke that lingered like unwilling spirits.He knelt.His shoulders trembled.His fingers clutched at his robes until the knuckles turned white.Tears slid down slowly — not too many, not too few.His breathing was uneven, fragile, as if grief had hollowed him out from within.Anyone who saw him would feel pity.Anyone who watched long enough would believe it.He remained there for hours.Long enough for servants to whisper.Long enough for his clansmen to sigh.Long enough for his parents to feel the ache in his chests.There was no flaw in the performance.Not in his posture.Not in the way he lowered his head.Not in the slight tremor of his lips.Han Tian Yi did not imitate his younger brother.He replaced him.If not for the mark embedded into his sou

A month had passed since Han Tian Yi’s death.For thirty days, the one who bore the name Han Tian Shi had risen before dawn and walked the same path toward the clan’s resting grounds. His steps never faltered. His breathing never broke rhythm. Even the servants had begun to sigh at his devotion.Today, the sky was still pale with lingering mist when he arrived.Although it was called a graveyard, it was nothing more than a vast, solemn pavilion full of urn, supported by pillars engraved with mourning seals. A cold, heavy aura lingered in the air, mixed with faint traces of spiritual essence.The outer ring housed the ashes of collateral kin.At the center, where spiritual pressure pressed down like an unseen mountain, rested the direct bloodline.He walked straight to the central ring.Before the urn that contained his own ashes, he fell to his knees.His shoulders trembled. His forehead struck the cold stone floor. Tears slid down his face and fell soundlessly as his voice cracked wi

A shock tore through him the moment his soul left his body.The curse buried deep within his Curse Body Constitution shattered in an instant. It evaporated, vanished, as though it had never existed. Freedom poured in, a breath long denied, filling every corner of his being.And then the memories came.Not gradually, not gently—they came in a torrent, relentless and blinding. He was a man touched by the Dao itself, gifted beyond comprehension. Within him resided the spiritual roots of reincarnation, a rare blessing that allowed him to walk the threads of life and death again and again.Countless lives flashed before him: the righteous, the fallen, the demon, the mortal, the betrayed, the triumphant, the broken. Each incarnation a star igniting, exploding, painting his mind with light and shadow, sorrow and ecstasy, blood and ashes.He saw himself as a child of a noble clan, learning virtue with every gesture, every thought measured against the scales of righteousness. And yet, even th

The discussion with Vlad had just ended.Ethan was about to leave.Then—DINGGG!!![WARNING: PENALTY FOR REFUSING THE QUEST IS OCCURING!][FORCEFULLY TRANSPORTING THE USER IN ANOTHER DIMENSION!]“What—”The office around him distorted.The walls stretched upward like melting wax. The floor blurred beneath his feet. The lights flickered violently before shattering into fragments of white.For one weightless second, he felt like he was falling without moving.Then—Cold.His shoes sank into something wet.The smell hit him instantly. Rotting water. Mud. Something dead lingering in the air.The office was gone.He stood in the middle of a swamp.Dark water spread endlessly in every direction. No land. No path. Just black, unmoving water reflecting a gray, lifeless sky. Dead trees rose from the swamp like broken bones, their branches thin and twisted.His brows pulled together.His heartbeat stopped.It genuinely stopped for a split second, like his body didn’t know how to react.Then it

DINGGGG!!![THE SYSTEM IS ANALYZING YOUR ACTIONS AND POSSIBLE ROUTE][ANALYZING...][ANALYSIS COMPLETE][You have been rewarded stat points for your action.]Reward: 5 stat pointsCurrent stat points: 13 → 18Ethan's gaze paused for a fraction of a second as the familiar translucent screen appeared before him.Possible route?His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest, though his expression remained calm as he continued listening to Vlad speak.Inside, however, his mind was already moving."Show me the possible route."[POSSIBLE ROUTE IS BEING SHOWN]RECOMMENDATIONS:Media DirectorHidden Benefit: Influence public perception, alter reputations, and control narrative flow across large groups.RecruiterHidden Benefit: Identify, secure, and cultivate high-value individuals into loyal assets.Public Affairs SpeakerHidden Benefit: Guide emotional responses, redirect blame, and shape organizational decisions through controlled messaging.Personal recommendation: Public Affairs Speaker

When he left, a familiar chime echoed in my head.DING!!!"CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU HAVE BEEN REWARDED 10 STAT POINTS!"Current Stat Points: 13I let out a quiet breath."Ohh… so you understood my plan." I murmured with a faint smile.But this time, I didn't allocate the points."From now on, I'll stockpile them. Three weeks… I'll prepare properly."In an apocalypse, alliances were temporary. Promises were fragile. Systems could be manipulated.But raw, personal strength?That was absolute.In the end, you could only rely on yourself.Taking out my phone, I sent a message to Emily:I met the association leader earlier, babe. We're heading to their headquarters tomorrow to sign the contract. See you tomorrow! I miss you!The pieces were falling into place.And I intended to be the one holding the board.Exactly at 7 a.m., with the morning sun just beginning to warm the quiet streets and the city still shaking off its drowsiness, I was already outside Emily's own apartment, leaning casual

A loud laugh burst through the quiet parking lot."HAHAHAHAHA! I DIDN'T THINK I'D GET FOUND OUT LIKE THIS! HAHAHAHA!"The sound echoed against the concrete pillars, sharp and grating. It immediately irritated me.The empty space in front of me began to distort. Light bent unnaturally, like heat rising from asphalt. Then a figure slowly revealed himself.A tall blonde man with a buzz cut stepped forward. Broad shoulders. Thick neck. A body that looked built for breaking bones. His posture was relaxed, but there was nothing careless about him."Don't worry." he said after finishing his laughter, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "I'm not here to fight.""Then who are you?" I asked flatly."I was patrolling the vicinity when I suddenly felt something… watching me." His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at me. "When I followed that feeling, I found you."So he noticed.He didn't know about the Status Window itself—but he sensed the moment I scanned him.Troublesome.Before I cou

I stepped out of the shower, letting the cold water wash away the sweat from earlier. My thoughts were calm and calculated, always running several steps ahead. Emily was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed with the blanket loosely draped around her shoulders.I approached her slowly, keeping my expression soft and warm. "Good morning. Why don't you rest a bit longer?" I asked gently.She looked up and smiled faintly, rubbing her eyes. "I… I guess I could. But you woke me up with all that noise." she teased lightly.I crouched slightly and patted her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Every word was carefully measured. Calm. Caring. Trust-building.She nodded, reassured. I allowed a small smile to creep onto my face, inwardly noting the subtle cues: the way her shoulders relaxed, the slight upward curve of her lips. Trust gained. Emotional attachment strengthened.She hesitated for a moment. "Yes. I got scouted yesterd

Ethan lay back on his bed, phone in hand, letting the ceiling fan hum quietly above him. Beside him, Emily slept soundly, the blanket pulled up to her shoulders. She had chosen to rest here after the events of the past day, trusting him implicitly. That trust, carefully cultivated, was more valuable than any weapon.He opened his status window.Name: Ethan JonesTitle: Villain: The Grand InstigatorClass: InstigatorLevel: 1HP: 100/100MP: 2/50Skills: WHISPERED PROVOCATION (E), SEED OF DISCORD (E), FALSE NARRATIVE (E), CHAIN REACTION (E), SMOKESCREEN TRUTH (E), READ THE ROOM (E), PANIC SPREAD (E), PUPPETEER (E)STRENGTH: 8AGILITY: 10VITALITY: 10INTELLIGENCE: 5Current Stat Points: 5"Put all my stat points into Intelligence." he muttered, activating the decision in the system.DINGGGG!!!Name: Ethan JonesTitle: Villain: The Grand InstigatorClass: InstigatorLevel: 1HP: 100/100MP: 2/50 → 100/100STRENGTH: 8AGILITY: 10VITALITY: 10INTELLIGENCE: 5 → 10Current Stat Points: 5 →