The audience had grown numb.
This battle had completely shattered their understanding of combat.
A clash of speed and strength should have been a tactical duel, a dance of wits and reflexes.
Yet now, it looked more like an adult toying with a child.
Every strike from the Battlefield Wanderer seemed futile.
No matter how fast it moved, it could never outpace the opponent’s deceptively slow yet flawlessly precise blocks.
No matter how sharp its blade, it could never pierce that ancient, impenetrable black armor.
The Wanderer’s murderous aura withered before the Black Knight’s cold, deathly mist, its momentum fading with every passing second.
Liu Yuan tapped away at her phone screen, utterly indifferent to the life-and-death struggle unfolding before her.
Meanwhile, beads of sweat formed on Lin Han’s forehead.
His eyes remained locked onto the Black Knight, desperately searching for a weakness.
But there was none.
Strength, defense, combat instinct—all flawless.
The only apparent flaw was its speed.
Yet the Battlefield Wanderer’s pride—its blinding speed—was rendered useless against the Black Knight’s impenetrable defense.
What now?
The Wanderer’s stamina wasn’t infinite.
This high-speed assault was draining its energy far faster than the Black Knight’s effortless defense.
Was this… defeat?
Lin Han refused to accept it.
The Battlefield Wanderer, sensing its master’s frustration and desperation, attacked with even greater frenzy.
It began disregarding its own safety, trading injuries for fleeting opportunities.
Yet the Black Knight remained unshaken, an immovable mountain.
For the first time, the twin crimson lights in its visor flickered—was that… impatience?
Slowly, it lifted the massive sword that had been resting on the ground.
A cold voice echoed once more, carrying the weight of finality.
"This ends here, Outsider."
Before the words faded, the greatsword rose.
The black mist surrounding the knight surged into the blade, deepening its already pitch-black hue.
A terrifying pressure descended—heavy as a mountain, silent as the abyss.
The very air in the arena grew thick, oppressive.
The Battlefield Wanderer froze mid-motion.
Its vaunted speed now felt like wading through tar, every movement an agonizing struggle.
Its once-raging aura flickered like a candle in the wind before the Black Knight’s overwhelming darkness.
Fear.
An emotion no undead should ever feel surged through the Wanderer’s core, flooding Lin Han’s senses through their soul-link.
Lin Han shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.
No fancy techniques. No evasive maneuvers.
The Black Knight simply raised its sword—a weapon embodying "weight" and "finality."
Then, it swung.
Simple. Direct.
Yet carrying an unstoppable, crushing dominance.
The air screamed as it was torn apart.
Space itself seemed to warp along the blade’s path, leaving behind a trail of absolute darkness.
Instinct overrode fear in the Wanderer’s final moments.
Breaking free from its paralysis, it let out one last desperate howl.
Dodging was impossible—the strike sealed all escape.
So it chose the only option left.
Gathering every shred of remaining power into its blade, it met the falling greatsword head-on.
Attack against attack.
A brutal, suicidal counter.
Lin Han’s heart stopped. He already saw the outcome.
Not the clang of steel, but the dull crunch of a hammer smashing rotten wood.
The Wanderer’s radiant blade met the black edge—only to scatter into pathetic sparks, dissolving like snow against fire.
The sword shattered. The arm followed.
And still, the greatsword descended.
A sickening crack—bone and armor crumpled as one.
The Wanderer’s massive frame hurtled backward like a battering ram had struck it.
Its aura vanished.
It hit the ground, twitched twice, then lay still.
The fire in its hollow eyes had gone out.
One strike.
That was all it took.
The crowd stared, wide-eyed and speechless, at the lone figure standing victorious.
The Battlefield Wanderer—a monster that had unleashed a storm of attacks mere moments ago—was just… gone?
The commentator gaped, mouth working soundlessly.
Years of experience, countless battles narrated—none had prepared him for this.
What was there to say?
It began. It ended.
Meanwhile, Liu Yuan kept texting Su Qi, utterly unbothered.
Though it felt somewhat condescending, it was clearly Lin Han who had inexplicably started the taunting.
[Iris: Are we going home after this match?]
[IWantToSleep: Sure. The tournament lasts three days in a row, one match per day. We can definitely go home after today’s round.]
The 'Black Knight' planted his massive sword back on the ground with a dull thud.
The arena lights seemed to grow brighter.
Yet Lin Han’s heart sank even deeper into despair.
The connection between the 'Battlefield Wanderer' and his card slot had been severed.
Defeat.
Utter and complete.
From the moment the 'Black Knight' drew his sword to the collapse of the 'Battlefield Wanderer,' the entire sequence happened too fast to process.
A total overpowering!
Sheer, brute-force domination!
His pride, his trump card—they had been as fragile as tissue paper in the face of his opponent.
The loss of cards worth millions? He could brush that off.
To his family’s resources, it was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
But this feeling of being utterly crushed, without even a sliver of room to fight back…
Why?
Why did this nobody, this guy who came out of nowhere—
He couldn’t accept it!
The results of the martial exam directly affected his standing within the family, dictating the allocation of future resources.
He was the sixth son of the Lin family—colloquially known as "Old Six."
Don’t ask how his father managed to have so many children.
His old man was rich and powerful—what was wrong with supporting a few college students to help with employment issues?
His eldest brother had already secured his position as the heir. If Lin Han couldn’t deliver outstanding results now, he’d likely be pushed completely to the sidelines.
By then, forget about acquiring stronger cards—even maintaining his current training resources might become a pipe dream.
No. Absolutely not!
Lin Han’s chest heaved violently, his face flushing with an almost feverish intensity.
His gaze locked onto the girl at the other end of the arena—Liu Yuan—who was casually scrolling through her phone, as if this victory meant nothing to her.
Wait—
Summon duels were battles between summoned entities.
But she had chosen a free duel format—where the cardholder themselves could fight!
If he took out the cardholder directly, what use would her overpowered summon be?
The thought coiled around his rationality like a rapidly spreading vine.
Dirty?
Not really.
It was within the rules.
All he wanted was to win—what was wrong with that?
It wasn’t like he was trying to kill her. If things went too far, the referees would step in.
He just needed victory. Because losing? That meant losing everything.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
