Chaos Era, Year 1814.
Above Olie City.
The situation had taken a dire turn. For some unknown reason, Death Praise had begun ignoring Xia Lun and focusing its attacks on Aina.
With Xia Lun covering for her, Aina hadn’t sustained any further injuries… though her frantic dodging and weaving through the air left her looking rather disheveled.
Whoosh—
A black beam of light streaked past Aina, piercing through distant clouds.
By now, Xia Lun and Aina had a rough understanding of Death Praise’s abilities.
First were the beams fired from its fingertips, which carried a terrifying corrosive force. A direct hit to a vital spot could be fatal.
Second was the powerful defensive barrier enveloping its body, seemingly centered around the crimson demonic stone embedded in its chest. The barrier exerted an immense repelling force—even Xia Lun’s holy sword slashes couldn’t break through, and Aina’s magic was equally ineffective.
Death Praise had only used its ability to summon kin once. After Aina melted the summoned creature, it never used the ability again… likely because Aina countered it and Death Praise didn’t want to waste more of its kin.
Death Praise’s body was also shrouded in a dark, corrosive energy that seemed to enhance its physical attributes. For enemies, coming into contact with it was extremely dangerous—Aina had already lost an arm because of it.
This was the first time Xia Lun had encountered such a troublesome foe.
The most frustrating part was its defense. If they couldn’t break through its barrier, they’d remain stuck in a passive, defensive struggle.
"Futile resistance."
Xia Lun’s pupils constricted—Death Praise’s right hand had vanished, only to reappear behind Aina, piercing straight through her chest.
"No! Aina!" Xia Lun instinctively shouted.
Aina’s figure slowly dissipated.
"Don’t get so worked up. I’m not dead yet." Aina’s calm voice echoed beside Xia Lun’s ear as her form reappeared behind him.
The one that had vanished was merely an illusion conjured from condensed mana.
"You really… scared me there." Xia Lun let out a slow sigh of relief.
"But… do you know that guy? Why is he holding back against you?" Aina had naturally noticed it too—Death Praise was treating Xia Lun differently. Despite Xia Lun’s relentless harassment, Death Praise hadn’t used any lethal moves against him.
"Maybe it’s because of the Goddess. He seems wary of her power," Xia Lun speculated.
"The Goddess, huh…" A hint of something unreadable flickered in Aina’s eyes.
But there was no time to dwell on it now.
Death Praise charged toward them. Though its speed wasn’t extraordinary, the sheer pressure it exuded was overwhelming.
Aina: "Do you still have strength left?"
Xia Lun: "Of course."
Aina: "Buy me two minutes… no, one minute is enough."
The holy sword in Xia Lun’s hand blazed with radiant light once more as he grinned. "No problem. I won’t let him lay a finger on you… but after that, it’s up to you, Aina."
A series of sonic booms erupted in the air as Xia Lun’s sword slashed out, leaving behind overlapping afterimages. The howling sword winds transformed into countless crescent arcs, all converging on Death Praise.
Hummm—
Like the tolling of a morning bell, the sword strikes left several shallow gashes on Death Praise’s body.
But as dark energy enveloped the wounds, they rapidly healed without a trace.
Xia Lun had already closed the distance, raising his holy sword high. The light from the blade extended into a massive, dozens-of-meters-long sword that swept forward with devastating force.
The mountaintop far behind them was sheared off by the stray sword energy.
This was Xia Lun’s trump card. Death Praise’s defensive barrier shattered instantly under the blow, and the skeletal figure was sent flying.
Aina had asked for one minute… but Xia Lun wasn’t content with just that.
After all, he wasn’t the type to pin all his hopes on someone else.
Within that minute, he’d make sure to deal enough damage to leave Death Praise severely wounded—just enough for Aina to finish it off.
Xia Lun’s aura surged as his figure turned into a streak of light.
……
"There’s… a response!"
But inside the room, Ankula froze in surprise.
Though she had sensed an answer from the spirit realm, what shocked her was that she had received two distinct consciousnesses at once.
How was this possible?
Two spirit beings descending simultaneously… Ankula had never heard of such a thing.
Powerful entities in the spirit realm were territorial by nature—they never coexisted with others.
But the spirit realm was an enigmatic and bizarre place. Even after centuries of study, witches had barely scratched the surface of its mysteries. No matter how strange the circumstances, nothing was truly impossible.
The two summoned consciousnesses… seemed to be on good terms. There was no spiritual turbulence between them, so… were they friends?
Ankula tentatively called out, inviting them into her body.
But then, a wave of nervousness hit her… This was unprecedented. She had no idea whether her body could withstand two spirits at once—would she explode from the strain?
However, her worries were quickly dispelled.
Only one consciousness responded to her call, merging into her body.
……
"This is… Olie City from a thousand years ago?"
After hearing Aina’s explanation, Xia Lun was stunned.
They were still within the spirit realm, observing the outside world through a hazy, dreamlike glow.
"Exactly. And the one who summoned us is none other than Miss Ankula," Aina said, her tone teasing. "The little girl who admired the great hero and confessed her feelings to you."
Xia Lun’s gaze dropped downward, where a fair-skinned, golden-haired girl sat cross-legged in the center of a magic circle. She wore only shorts and a tank top, her exposed skin glistening with fragrant oils.
At the same time, he sensed the battle raging above them—his and Aina’s past selves, locked in fierce combat with the evil god.
"Hah… Hahaha… This is too amusing… To think the ones this girl summoned a thousand years ago were actually us…" Aina suddenly burst into laughter, as if she had pieced together the truth. "So that’s how it is! No wonder…"
"Does that mean the final outcome was us defeating that evil god?" Xia Lun seemed to grasp it too, though he had no memory of this event.
"No, Xia Lun. Not ‘us,’" Aina corrected, raising a finger. "It was ‘me.’"
"Huh?"
"What, does the great hero want to enter that girl’s body too?" Aina shot him a cold glance. "Xia Lun, the only one you’re allowed to enter is me."
Xia Lun flushed slightly. "Ah, well…"
"I can handle this alone. Just wait here—it’ll be over soon."
With that, Aina’s figure plummeted downward, merging into Ankula’s body.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
