"Xia Lun, move aside!" Aina shouted urgently. Xia Lun, who had been locked in combat with Death Praise, immediately disengaged.
A silvery-white magic circle materialized behind Aina. Death Praise narrowed his eyes, sensing a faint but undeniable threat.
Aina whispered softly, "Breath of Eternal Embers."
Without warning, silver-white flames erupted across Death Praise's body, instantly engulfing him in a blazing inferno. A piercing shriek tore through the air as the creature writhed in agony.
Beneath the flames, Death Praise's flesh continuously regenerated, but the speed of rebirth was no match for the relentless incineration.
Still ablaze, Death Praise lunged toward Aina, but Xia Lun swiftly pulled her away.
Being held by Xia Lun's shoulder sent a flush of embarrassment through Aina, but she was too drained to protest. Right now, she needed his help.
As for Xia Lun, he had no time to savor the warmth of her presence—his only thought was escape.
Before long, Death Praise's body was reduced to ashes, leaving only a crimson gem hovering in the air, seemingly harmless now.
Xia Lun exhaled in relief.
It was over.
Monsters had cores… perhaps this was something similar.
"You alright?" Xia Lun glanced at Aina beside him.
"No," Aina replied flatly. "Keep holding me."
She wasn’t lying—she was utterly exhausted. Not that she’d admit it, but Xia Lun’s shoulder was oddly comforting to lean on.
Suddenly, Aina’s pupils constricted. A chill ran down Xia Lun’s spine.
A shadowy figure had appeared before the crimson gem—one of Death Praise’s summoned kin, lurking unseen until now.
"Xia Lun!" Aina warned sharply.
Without hesitation, Xia Lun released Aina and charged toward the figure.
But he was too late.
The shadow grasped the gem, its long, razor-sharp claws wreathed in dark energy. It slashed open its own chest and embedded the gem inside.
A terrifying aura erupted once more, suffocating Xia Lun like a storm cloud.
"Impressive magic," Death Praise murmured. "To destroy my finest vessel…"
The gem wasn’t a core—it was his true form.
"But alas, this ends now."
Death Praise raised a finger toward Aina.
Xia Lun stepped between them.
"I’ve reconsidered," Death Praise said coolly. "Wasting effort on you is pointless. Even if the Goddess notices, I’ll simply hide a little longer. So—perish together."
Power condensed at his fingertip. The next strike would pierce both Xia Lun and Aina.
Whoosh—
The black beam veered off course, missing them entirely.
Death Praise slowly turned his gaze to his wrist—an arrow was embedded there, skewering his aim.
It had come from below.
"Bullseye!" Liyana cheered from the ground. "I’m amazing!"
"What now?" Moke asked. "We can’t even fly. How do we fight that thing?"
"Are you stupid? Run! If it sees us, we’re dead!" Liyana bolted, shouting over her shoulder, "Xia Lun! You too—get out of there!"
Xia Lun managed a bitter smile.
Escape was impossible now.
He’d never abandon Aina.
His holy sword had dimmed, its radiance faded since the battle began. Though unwounded, Xia Lun was spent—and Aina was worse off.
He had no plan left to survive Death Praise’s next assault.
Ignoring the interruption, Death Praise raised his finger again, aiming squarely at Xia Lun.
"Worst-case scenario, huh?" Xia Lun glanced back at Aina. "Sorry I couldn’t protect you."
"Dying with you… truly is the worst," Aina said, her expression unreadable.
Xia Lun didn’t despair. Instead, he gave her a small, resigned smile before stepping forward—useless as it was—to shield her.
Death Praise’s attack struck—then vanished without a trace.
"An… Ankula?" Xia Lun stared in disbelief at the figure before him.
"Ah, Xia Lun. Give me a moment—let me deal with this first."
"Ankula" smiled faintly.
"Who are you?" Death Praise’s skeletal goat head tilted, the flames in his eye sockets flickering in confusion.
He sensed nothing from "Ankula."
No presence. No aura.
Strange.
And strangeness meant danger.
Death Praise acted instantly, unleashing a condensed beam of energy—far deadlier than before.
"Ankula" lifted a hand. A thin barrier appeared, yet it might as well have been an impenetrable world of its own.
The beam struck—and dissipated without a ripple, as though swallowed whole.
"Impossible!" Death Praise gasped, his composure shattered.
Yet "Ankula" frowned slightly.
This body… was too weak. Destroying Death Praise would take more effort than expected.
But she had another way.
After all, he was still alive.
"Listen. Lend me this world’s authority. I know you can’t intervene directly."
"I kept our bargain. Xia Lun lives—he’s happy. Unlike you, I know how to make him smile."
"Don’t ask. It’ll destabilize time… You’ll understand later."
"Tch. You wretched woman."
"Ankula" murmured words no one else could hear.
But Death Praise felt the pressure mounting—crushing, inescapable.
Then, "Ankula" vanished from his perception.
And reappeared, her hand closing around the crimson gem in his chest.
"No—no! What are you?! This can’t be!" Death Praise howled, his voice frenzied.
"I see now—you’re the Goddess! Only she wields such power!"
"NO! This death is too dull! I’ve done nothing yet—!"
"Ankula" clenched her fist.
The gem shattered into glittering dust.
Death Praise’s body dissolved into ashes, carried away by the wind.
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.
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?!
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)
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
