Ye Luoli: The Charismatic Girl Leads the World to Darkness

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The way you're talking makes me sound like an idiot, you know?

Mo Ran cracked his knuckles, producing a series of popping sounds, and said through gritted teeth, "Can you say something in a way I can understand?"

Idiot: (●\u0027?\u0027●)

The idiot narrowed his eyes and gave Mo Ran a sly smile: "Sorry, I forgot you don't understand."

Mo Ran:...fuck!

Damn it, the hammer's hard!

Mo Ran clenched his fist, gathering his strength, ready to go up and give the idiot a good whack, but just then, the idiot started explaining.

So Mo Ran hesitated for a moment and then loosened his fist—waiting for it to finish speaking before hitting it again.

The idiot didn't understand what Mo Ran was thinking; after selling the sword, he earnestly explained it to her:

[The literal meaning of "clearing out the group" is to remove people from the group. For example, imagine a group that's full; you need to remove inactive members to make room for more active ones.]

(As for the Great Tribulation, those who have read prehistoric novels should know about it; if not, look it up yourself. I won't go into details here.)

The idiot paused, then, seeing the look of realization on Mo Ran's face, continued: "However, this analogy has a flaw. It's about kicking people out, while eradicating the Great Calamity is a punishment for failure that costs lives."

I remember that when the Time and Space Administration was first established, there were too many unbalanced worlds, and our main world itself was short-handed. So those old guys frantically created systems, and then the systems went to the three thousand worlds to find matching hosts. At first, the effect was remarkable, but as time went on, the drawbacks became particularly obvious.

Because of the tight schedule and heavy workload, some systems randomly picked souls with high compatibility and bound them without even understanding them, resulting in a wide range of quality among the task participants. A small number of people had no moral compass or bottom line and messed around recklessly in the task world in order to quickly improve their strength, causing many small worlds to collapse, leaving us old systems to clean up their messes.

After some time, the Air Traffic Control Bureau gradually stabilized, and the old fogies of the Main God were no longer busy. They wanted to kill off that small group of mission takers as a warning to others, but unexpectedly, someone in the higher-ups betrayed them, exploiting a loophole in the system rules, and led that small group to defect from the Air Traffic Control Bureau, forming the Invaders' Alliance. They survived by killing the Chosen Ones and harming the world's consciousness, absorbing the fortune of smaller worlds.

Mo Ran listened to the story with a look of amazement, wanting to say something but not knowing how to express it. She clicked her tongue, and after a long while, she could only manage to utter three words: "Wow!"

The idiot took out a water cup from the system space, took a sip of water and continued: "After that, the collapse of too many small worlds alarmed the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao personally intervened, causing countless casualties to the Invader Alliance. The alliance leader, Archie, led his remaining followers into hiding, and the Heavenly Dao had to stop the pursuit in order to continue creating worlds."

The Heavenly Dao is not a patient person either; the saying "to endure for a moment only makes one angrier, to back down only makes one feel more cheated" perfectly describes him. Therefore, the Heavenly Dao set up the Great Calamity of Purification, affecting all mission participants from both sides.

"Then what are the rules?" Mo Ran realized and asked curiously, "The cleansing of the Great Calamity certainly doesn't mean killing everyone. Calling it a cleansing is really just about sifting out the rice weevils and bad rice from a bag of rice. So what are the rules?"

"rule?"

A soft, gentle voice rang out, startling Mo Ran and the other person.

The two turned to look in the direction of the sound and saw that Yan Xi, who had been sitting against the tree roots, had somehow regained her senses and was sitting on the crooked tree trunk, which was parallel to the ground and not very high off the ground.

[Awake? How are you feeling?]

"Hmm, I'm a little dizzy." Yan Xi raised her hand to rub her temples. "What are you two talking about? What rules?"

Mo Ran replied, "Ah, I asked that idiot to explain to me what the Clearing of the Great Tribulation is. I just happened to ask about the rules of the Clearing of the Great Tribulation."

"Oh, I see." Yan Xi nodded, thought for a moment, and then gestured to the idiot, "Please continue."

The idiot rolled his eyes in annoyance, took a couple more sips of water, and said: "The rules for clearing out the Great Calamity are very simple. The Great Calamity's duration is uncertain, ranging from a month to a year. During this period, apart from the exorbitantly priced items made by those few old fogies, all other items in the system shop cannot be purchased, and those currently in use will lose their effects, creating a perfect mission world with no shortcuts."

During the Great Tribulation, those who die in the mission world will be resurrected at the discretion of the authorities, depending on the mission completion rate and the integrity of the world after death. However, crossing the line will result in the annihilation of the soul. There are also some special cases that will be handled differently, and the rules are flexible, so no one will be completely eliminated.

Finally, there are restrictions on certain individuals. The Heavenly Dao stipulates that deities and other immortal beings are forbidden from participating in or contacting the systems and mission-takers of the Three Thousand Worlds.

The idiot clicked his tongue after speaking and sighed, "It's only because this great calamity came so suddenly that, otherwise, judging from that old codger Archil's fear of death, he wouldn't have caused so many troubles."

At this moment, Yan Xi, the blind student, found the crux of the matter in the fool's words and quietly interjected, "Four of us from Shuiyuntian have also been restricted..."

Idiot: ...

Holy crap! I was so careless!

[Ahem...] The idiot coughed twice guiltily, then changed the subject: [Aren't you supposed to be looking for someone? Go on, hurry up.]

Yan Xi turned her head to look at the distant horizon, raised an eyebrow and smiled. The smile wasn't big, but it exuded a wicked aura. A glint of light flashed quickly in her purplish-gray fox eyes:

"Then, let's go now..."

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Fairy Village.

Feng Yinsha and Hei Xiangling stood in front of the half-destroyed tree in Fairy Village, with five huge phantom beasts behind them that looked similar to Da Bai but had different colors.

"The village...sigh."

After all, it was a place she used to live in. Hei Xiangling lowered her head and sighed with reluctance, but when she looked up again, only indifference remained in her eyes.

A village can be rebuilt if it's gone, and besides, she's now standing with her master on the Queen's side, so this village probably has no place for her anymore.

"Xiangling..."

Feng Yinsha's eyes were full of worry, but he didn't know what to say. He simply put his hand on Hei Xiangling's shoulder and patted it gently.

"Master, I'm fine." Hei Xiangling turned back and smiled gently at Feng Yinsha, but when she turned to look at the village, all her gentleness vanished, leaving only coldness.

She waved her hand at the phantom beast behind her: "Someone, break through the tree space for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four phantom beasts began to move.

With their enormous feet, they strode forward, each step shaking the earth, until they reached the Fairy Village and began to smash down on the middle of the tree with one punch after another.

Inside the tree space, Wang Mo and Luo Li sat at the table, eating fruit and drinking juice while watching Jian Peng acquire the power of the plants.

The plant spirit Xiaoye, with a big head, big ears, and a thin tail, sat beside the three of them, waving her hand to control the vines to attack Jianpeng.

Liangcai stood aside cheering Jianpeng on, while Jianpeng, hanging from the roof, was forced to defend himself and kept getting hit.

The scene was harmonious and warm for a time.

Just then, with a loud "boom," the entire tree space suddenly shook.