He doesn’t even know if he can keep himself alive, yet he still has to make sure the protagonist’s cheats, spotlight, and girls are never lacking.

Those bottomless plot holes left unsolved by the author? He has to pick up a shovel and fill them in himself, huffing and puffing.

Heh.

According to Xiangtian Dafeiji Juju, the goal of "The Arrogant Immortal Demon Path" is very clear: every single word is written for one purpose—pure satisfaction.

Especially after the protagonist turns dark, when the overpowered main character pretends to be innocent, plays the fool to outsmart everyone, and ruthlessly turns the tables on the scumbags—those scenes are just exhilarating. That’s why it’s become insanely popular, getting longer and longer, even more drawn out than a foot-binding cloth.

John Sullivan feels that just trying to roughly remember the plot is already a huge source of stress. The pitfalls are everywhere, and he can’t guarantee he’ll avoid them all!

John Sullivan: “What kind of plot isn’t considered stupid?”

【There’s no specific standard. It depends on the reader’s subjective feeling.】

“This crappy novel actually has readers.” John Sullivan snorted, completely forgetting that he himself was a “loyal” reader who paid for VIP chapters and forced himself to finish it while holding his nose...

After a pause, John Sullivan continued to ask, “So exactly how many points do I need to accumulate before the beginner stage mission will be released?”

System: 【It depends on the specific situation. When the requirements are met, the system notification will be automatically issued.】

Case-by-case analysis really is a universal excuse.

John Sullivan let out a cold laugh. Hearing the sound of the door, he turned around and saw a young man walk in.

Although his posture was unsteady, he still forced himself to stand straight and called out, “Master.”

The half-smile frozen on John Sullivan’s lips instantly stiffened.

Oh no! Beating up the protagonist’s face—this face that will one day charm everyone from eighty-year-old grannies to newborn baby girls, the very definition of a gender-swapped Mary Sue—like this is a surefire way to get killed!

But even a face that’s been tormented and covered in wounds—he’s still the protagonist, after all!

Charles Clark’s eyes are still as bright as morning stars, what a fresh and handsome young man in the making;

That determined yet humble expression reveals his noble and unyielding character;

That straight back and posture show his indomitable spirit!

In an instant, John Sullivan’s mind overflowed with long strings of parallel sentences, all sorts of rhetorical devices tumbling over each other to produce endless words of praise, almost spilling out of his mouth!

Luckily, John Sullivan stopped himself just in time, thinking, “That was close, that was close—this protagonist’s character setting is just too strong, I almost lost control!”

Watching Charles Clark limp into the room, struggling to kneel, John Sullivan’s mouth twitched. He thought, “I really can’t accept this bow from you. If you bow to me today, who knows, maybe one day you’ll dig out my kneecaps!” He immediately stopped him: “No need.”

With a wave of his hand, he tossed out a small bottle: “This is medicine.” Then, in a sarcastic tone, he added, “Don’t let others see, or they’ll think I, Qingjing Peak, abuse my disciples.”

John Sullivan slipped into character extremely quickly. He boldly made the gesture of giving medicine, but chose a rather nasty attitude, which fit John Sullivan’s hypocritical nature of doing bad things but being afraid of getting caught.

Sure enough, the system didn’t issue an OOC warning, and John Sullivan breathed a sigh of relief.

Charles Clark had thought his master called him here to continue “teaching” him, but never expected to be given medicine instead. He was stunned at first, then respectfully accepted the small bottle with both hands, sincerely thanking him: “Thank you, Master, for the medicine.”

At this moment, Charles Clark’s face was still full of youthful innocence, his smile sincere and warm, like the rising sun.

John Sullivan stared for a moment, then turned his face away.

The protagonist’s personality before turning dark is absolutely that of a model, upright youth—give him a little sunshine and he’ll shine, you give him one point and he’ll repay you tenfold. Calling him a little lamb wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Charles Clark, delighted, added, “I will work even harder in the future, so as not to disappoint Master.”

Uh, no, if you work even harder, your original master will probably be truly disappointed...

If John Sullivan hadn’t read "The Arrogant Immortal Demon Path," in this situation, he would definitely be heartbroken, shedding tears of sympathy for Charles Clark.

However, he’s seen firsthand, from a god’s-eye view, all of Charles Clark’s rich and colorful psychological activities after turning dark. Outwardly gentle as a refined gentleman, inwardly plotting how to skin and dismember the person in front of him.

【Charles Clark smiled and said: “The humiliation I suffered before, I have come today to repay a hundredfold. Whoever harms my hands and feet, I will break their limbs and grind their bones to dust.”】

↑ Selected passage #2 from "The Arrogant Immortal Demon Path"

Later, he really did turn John Sullivan into a human stick.

If he says he’s coming for you, he’s coming for you. No way to live, no way to die. That domineering, twisted satisfaction is just like “the king is dead and the weather is cold”—the same flavor. To sum it up in four words: “Heh, idiot.”

So, while Charles Clark’s current situation is certainly pitiful, what John Sullivan is thinking about even more is his own fate in the future.

According to his summary, the more pitiful Charles Clark is now, the more ferociously he’ll laugh when he’s stepping on someone’s head in the future.

John Sullivan sat down in the rosewood chair and, in a tone that wasn’t overly familiar, said, “Binghe, how is your progress with the entry-level cultivation technique?”