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.
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!"
] [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!"
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."
