Within the Origin Realm.
The sealed entrance had remained closed for nearly an hour.
Yun Huang had just slain a seventh-tier Origin creature.
In the next instant, her soul sea erupted into violent turbulence, alarms blaring in her mind.
A bone-chilling dread crawled up her spine—some terrifying presence was rapidly closing in, suffocating her with overwhelming pressure.
Another enemy?
The thought barely crossed her mind when—
BOOM—!
A chain of explosions tore through distant mountain ranges, the deafening roar shaking the earth.
The ground trembled violently, loose stones cascading like rain.
Yun Huang’s instincts sharpened. She activated two defensive cards in quick succession, encasing herself in protective light.
Yet, the unease only intensified.
Before she could summon a third card, sheer survival instinct—honed through countless life-or-death battles—forced her body into a desperate twist. She lunged forward, rolling across the ground.
WHOOSH!
A razor-thin blade of condensed frost grazed past her face, missing by a hair’s breadth.
Where she had stood moments ago, the earth split open like paper, cleaved by a gaping chasm.
Then, with another thunderous explosion, shattered rock and choking dust rained down.
A piercing sonic boom followed, assaulting her eardrums.
Only then did the belated official warning crackle through:
"Emergency alert! All examinees, attention! All examinees, attention!"
"This Origin Realm is undergoing structural collapse, forcibly merging with an unknown realm…"
"All examinees, locate the nearest proctor immediately! Repeat, locate the nearest proctor!"
"Temporary shelters will be marked by signal flares at one-minute intervals!"
Yun Huang frowned as fragmented memories surfaced.
"A realm within a realm?"
Such disasters had been reported before.
She recalled an Origin Realm obliterated during a similar fusion—thousands of stationed officials and the realm itself vanishing without a trace, erased from existence.
Before she could dwell further—
The thick clouds above were violently ripped apart by an unseen force.
What followed was true apocalypse.
Countless massive meteors, wreathed in flames, streaked across the sky, blanketing every corner of the realm in fiery devastation.
The midday sky darkened into twilight, an ominous shroud spreading overhead.
The aura radiating from that shroud…
Ancient. Boundless. Annihilating.
It pressed down like a weight, demanding submission.
"What tier of Origin Realm is this?"
Yun Huang hesitated no longer.
A genius was only called a genius because they hadn’t yet become a true powerhouse.
And Yun Huang was no genius.
Seeking the proctors’ protection was her only real option.
Wind howled past her ears as her surroundings blurred.
Behind her, vast swaths of land crumbled and split.
Without warning, the ground yawned open, revealing a barren wasteland reeking of sulfur and blood—rising, suspended midair.
No…
Not land…
A city, wreathed in scorching heat, stood inverted in the sky!
Yun Huang’s heart sank.
And worse—
In the distance, shadowy figures loomed.
One ‘person’ locked eyes with her.
Even across the vast expanse, the killing intent radiating from it was palpable.
‘He’ gazed down at the realm now reduced to smoldering ruins.
Only now did Yun Huang grasp—just faintly, yet enough to freeze her blood—what the ‘Abyss’ had been sealing away.
The so-called ‘Origin creatures’ were mere vermin in this realm.
These… were the true enemies.
……
Surveillance room.
Chen Yuan watched the realm’s transformation.
Cold sweat dripped from his brow.
He’d seen it all—or so he thought.
But this? This was beyond insanity. "Has Guardian Jiang been contacted? The situation’s spiraling out of control!"
A subordinate stammered, "No response. Guardian Jiang hasn’t returned, and with the realm sealed, he might not get in."
Chen Yuan pressed, "Then what’s our available combat strength?"
"One ninth-tier, eleven eighth-tier, one hundred seventy-six seventh-tiers," the subordinate reported.
Chen Yuan strategized instantly. "Dispatch the strongest eighth-tier with Teams One and Two to the southeast. Su Muxue takes Team Three northwest. Evacuate examinees at all costs!"
The subordinate hesitated—
"Move! Every second counts!"
"Teams Four and Five, cover the evacuation routes!"
"Medical units, advance to the safe perimeter and prepare for casualties!"
"Engineering, stabilize the realm’s network. Maintain communications!"
Orders flew from his lips. The surveillance room buzzed with urgency—keyboard clatter, radio chatter, status updates—chaos held at bay by discipline.
"But, Chen Yuan… you’re the strongest eighth-tier here…"
Chen Yuan fell silent.
On-screen, young examinees fled in panic while rescue teams charged toward the carnage.
"Oh."
His voice was eerily calm. "Then have my deputy assist Team One."
"I can’t go. I must hold command here—thousands of lives depend on it."
He resumed directing. "Southeast A-3, examinee unconscious. Coordinates—"
"Southeast B-5, requesting backup!"
"Alert! High-tier entity accelerating toward B-7!"
Bad news flooded in like a tide.
Chen Yuan’s fists clenched, nails biting into his palms.
Less than three hours had passed since the martial exam began.
Yet these three hours held more peril than his past three years combined.
His untouched coffee sat cold, the silver spoon abandoned in the cup.
His communicator vibrated again.
The moment the anomaly began, the realm’s sensors had redlined.
Now, preliminary scans were in.
A dynamic map unfolded before Chen Yuan—a digital rendering of the Origin Realm.
It was a nightmare.
Red markers blighted the display, each a newly fused zone actively consuming the realm.
Fifteen in total.
The landscape was hell incarnate.
Entire regions lay in smoldering ruins, energy storms raging through shattered structures.
The stench of charred debris choked the air.
His voice, amplified and laced with steel, boomed across all official channels:
"This is a war of worlds! A clash of civilizations!"
"We fight to the last!"
"Annihilate them, or be annihilated!"
"Every citizen of Great Xia will stand their ground!"
"This is law!"
"Deserters will be executed on sight!"
Then—amidst the horror—the inverted city began to fall.
It plummeted toward the realm, dragging the sky itself downward.
An ocean of fire, pure destruction made manifest, rolled across the heavens.
Blackened spatial fissures spiderwebbed outward from the descending city, fracturing the realm.
The Origin Realm teetered on the brink of annihilation.
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)
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
