The two chatted as they walked, reaching the end of the passageway where the view suddenly opened up.
Beneath a massive dome, a futuristic urban-like structure sprawled before them.
A complex network of walkways, signage, and floating screens crisscrossed the space.
The crowd dispersed here, still dense but far more orderly than the plaza outside.
"Examinees this way, family members and teachers please proceed to the visitor passage, invigilators report to Zone A," came a clear announcement over the loudspeaker.
Su Qi paused slightly, turning his head toward Liu Yuan. "The examinee waiting hall is in Zone C. Can you find it?"
Liu Yuan rose on her tiptoes, following the signs before nodding, her face alight with eager excitement. "Don’t worry, big brother. I’m not a kid anymore."
She let go of his arm.
"Meanwhile, you—with those dark circles—better not fall asleep during the exam," she teased with a mischievous grin.
Su Qi: "..."
"I’m heading to check in."
"Mm!" Liu Yuan nodded vigorously, her smile bright.
With that, she turned and jogged toward Zone C, quickly merging into the crowd of examinees dressed in various colors.
Su Qi stood still, watching her back disappear around the corner of the passage before finally turning toward the direction marked "Invigilator Zone A."
The passageway grew quieter, the floor made of some sound-absorbing material that made footsteps echo faintly.
Occasionally, uniformed staff hurried past, each exuding faint or strong energy fluctuations, their expressions serious.
The atmosphere here carried an intangible pressure, heavier than the clamor outside.
Clearly, these staff members were privy to some "inside information."
Though certainly not as detailed as Su Qi’s.
Arriving at the Zone A check-in, Su Qi verified his identity once more.
The reception was handled by a composed female invigilator in her thirties.
She glanced at Su Qi’s electronic credentials, then gave him a once-over, her eyebrows lifting almost imperceptibly.
"So young?" Her tone held a trace of scrutiny.
While there were certainly twenty-somethings in the invigilator ranks, most were assigned to auxiliary or logistical roles.
Someone like Su Qi, directly appointed to independently oversee an exam, was rare—especially in a first-tier city like Jiangxia.
Not that she meant to challenge him.
With Jiangxia on the brink of turmoil, she’d have to be an idiot to stir up trouble now.
Unity was what they needed most.
So, the female invigilator didn’t press further.
The martial exam’s invigilation system had its own vetting standards—if he was here, he’d passed.
She tapped into a specialized backend program. "Let’s see… Your assignment is emergency response?"
Here, her voice faltered slightly.
Typically, this role required someone at least at the peak of the eighth rank.
"Your movements will be relatively unrestricted. Here’s your access card and exam hall map. Procedures and precautions are all detailed inside."
Su Qi took the card with a word of thanks.
——
Meanwhile, Liu Yuan had already arrived at the Zone C examinee waiting hall.
It was like stepping into another world.
The vast space could easily accommodate eight hundred people, yet now it was nearly full.
Top examinees from high schools across Jiangxia City gathered here, the air thick with restless energy.
Liu Yuan found a relatively empty corner and sat down.
——
Elsewhere.
From the audience’s perspective, a powerful musical fanfare blared over the speakers.
Every gaze was drawn forward as several figures emerged onto the platform.
At the forefront stood a middle-aged man with a stern, unyielding demeanor, his presence as solid as a mountain.
"Silence!"
His voice, though not loud, carried clearly across the venue, instantly quelling all noise.
His sweeping gaze cast an invisible pressure over the crowd, sending a ripple of unease through the examinees.
"I am the chief invigilator of this year’s Jiangxia City Martial Exam—Guardian Jiang, the city’s protector."
"The martial exam is a selection, a competition, and even more so…"
He coughed. "Ah, forgot my lines."
"Never mind. You’re not here to listen to me ramble anyway."
This wasn’t for show—he’d been swamped lately, with no time to rehearse.
"Straight to the point. This year’s exam has undergone major revisions, divided into three stages."
"Stage One: Basic Assessment! Worth 20% of the total score."
"Stage Two: Arena Duels! Worth 29%."
"Stage Three: Live Combat Hunts! Worth 51%."
"Specific rules will be announced before each stage begins."
"With that, I declare the Jiangxia City Annual Martial Exam—Stage One, Basic Assessment—now open!"
As Guardian Jiang’s words faded, the subdued atmosphere from his speech reignited into fervor.
——
Back in the Zone C examinee waiting hall, the mood shifted subtly as well.
The originally smooth walls lit up with massive, silent screens displaying clear guidance and grouping information.
Eight hundred examinees were swiftly divided, surging toward different exit passages according to the numbers on the screens.
"Testing Field E, Number 7..."
Liu Yuan quickly spotted her name and corresponding test area on the screen.
Around her were examinees of similar age, each radiating palpable energy fluctuations—some strong, some weak, but without exception, brimming with fighting spirit.
"A-1, please proceed to testing."
"B-1..."
"C-1..."
This basic test didn't carry much weight, but it was mandatory.
Its purpose was primarily to assess "metrics" and "unique talents," ensuring no potential went overlooked.
Soon, the call reached E-7.
Suppressing the slight unease stirred by the unfamiliar environment, Liu Yuan strode forward briskly.
The passage wasn't long, and she soon arrived at Testing Field E—a far more expansive space resembling a massive indoor training ground.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"