I feel sleepy.
No—lethargic.
But I know that if I succumb, I'll never wake up again.
It takes all my willpower to endure.
Sigh...
I should've offered up my consciousness during the ritual too.
But something tells me it wouldn't have worked. My **Dao of Self-Restriction**, even after sacrificing almost everything, still worked overtime just to summon those otherworlders.
And even then, I didn't summon their whole beings — only a **fragment** of their souls.
A miscalculation on my part.
But a **boon** nonetheless.
They can die freely.
They respawn.
**The cost is mine.**
Every time they die, it's like a dagger twisting in my soul.
My stomach churns.
Their bodies are made of pure Yang from the sun and Yin from the moon. A perfect balance.
It's fortunate that that being hasn't figured it out yet.
Still an eldritch entity, no matter how smart.
Different systems. They use **Madness** and **Perception**.
We use **Dao** and **Cultivation**.
The only reason we lost?
**Infighting.**
All the powerhouses—
No, all the **unorthodox and demonic sects**—succumbed to temptation.
Only me, the Grand Elder of the Righteous Sect, remained.
Having mastered the **[Star Soul Sutra]**, I was the only one who immediately recognized and dispelled the poison.
But it was too late.
The war had already begun.
Sects turned on each other.
To what end?
The **scattering of the world.**
When a cultivator reaches the Immortal Realm, their power is like a **dying star**.
Now imagine poisoning them—without sound, scent, or form—with something that **boosts greed**.
Now imagine **nine** of them fighting.
Each punch echoes across **galactic distances**.
Each technique rends reality.
It wasn't even a war.
It was **1 vs 8**.
And to stop it, I offered everything—
My **body**, my **Qi**, my **soul**—to hold the galaxy together.
Fortunately, the **[Star Soul Sutra]** always required my soul to be out of my body.
It's astral projection, but with a cooler name.
It lets me do pure soul damage, too.
**OP, right? Hehe.**
But now, I'm nothing but a **spectator**.
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The first summoning?
Shocking.
I never thought I'd see the day I became a **game developer**.
Not a good one—
But one nonetheless.
How the universe built a DreamVR device to distribute to these players is **beyond me**.
But summoning **PRETENDER**?
Inner fangirl squealing intensifies.
Still... I need to guide them. Otherwise, they'll just get swallowed by the remnants of our fallen world.
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wave incoming, get ready.
enemies: 0/1.000.000
Players : 1000
(Respawn disabled for the first tutorial wave)
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Ugh... even sending **short messages** hurts like someone sucker-punched me in the gut.
But it should be enough, right?
They're gamers. They'll figure it out.
…
Eh?
**Why are you looting someone's kitchen?**
EH!?
**DON'T THROW A PERPETUAL FIRE TALISMAN LIKE A GRENADE, YOU IDIOT—**
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Warning Reources will not regenerate please use them wisely
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Ugh… the pain…
Calm down.
At least I can **send messages**.
They're a good breed.
They just need **guidance**.
I've raised **over a thousand disciples**.
I know how to do this.
I am the bone of my lesson plan.
Qi is my body, and knowledge is my soul
I have survived over a thousand disciples.
Unknown to rest, nor known to retreat.
Have withstood centuries of ignorance to shape understanding.
Yet these students still do not read the manual.
SO AS I GUIDE - Unlimited Lecture Works!
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Warning! mismatch of soul talent and weapon held
Best Matching weapon for soul data held.
Warning! mismatch of soul talent and weapon held
...
Best Matching weapon for soul data held.
Warning! mismatch of soul talent and weapon held
Best Matching weapon for soul data held.
Best Matching weapon for soul data held.
...
INVALID WEAPON! PLEASE SERIOUSLY PICK ONE!
A TABLE IS NOT A WEAPON
(ノ‵□′)ノ︵┻━┻
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HUFF HUFF HUFF...
THATS ROUGH....
999 students + 1 wrestler....
15 minutes of simulatnious teaching
I hope i did enough
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**YEAH! I DID MORE THAN ENOUGH! GO ME!!!**
Kick their asses, **PRETENDER!**
...
Glances to the side.
...
Someone's playing a **whole different game**.
Yep.
Totally didn't just see a **mindless puppet get flung across the battlefield by a dining table**.
Nope.
For my own sanity, I saw nothing.
EH?! WHAT IS THAT!?
Why is there **still a cultivator**!?
Oh no.
F@#k—
They're **not ready** for this.
Umm... what do I do… what do I—
What the f@#k—
**Why is a naked man...**
…
You know what?
**You do you.**
Yeah.
I totally didn't just see a naked man awakening his **Dao** while fighting a **corrupted cultivator** I completely missed in my final days.
Totally.
No excuses.
...
Okay, maybe I mistook him for a random mortal turned puppet. His Qi was that low.
...
I failed them, huh?
**Mortals I was supposed to protect, turned to puppets—right before my eyes.**
Some Grand Elder I am.
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Right.
**Next step:** teach them **cultivation**.
...
How should I start?
Ah yes.
The **rule of three**. Always absolute.
There must always be:
1. An **Orthodox Sect**
2. An **Unorthodox Sect**
3. A **Demonic Sect**
Don't ask me why. I would know.
You think I didn't try unifying everything under one banner?
A **millennia of effort**.
Undone in **seconds** by the Dao itself.
So… better to have a **reasonable rival sect** than a **wildcard demonic one**.
As I sigh, I pray—
UNLIMITED LECTURE WORKS!
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Stage Clear! Congratulations: Sects Unlocked, Assigning players to sect....
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