Yet, even such terrifying power seemed barely enough to preserve themselves amid the cataclysm.
A force akin to a natural disaster could hardly be countered by just one or two cards.
The sky overhead grew ever darker.
In the distance, the roar of explosions echoed—violent clashes unfolding in other sectors.
The two had no time to spare for it.
They simply pressed forward along the path carved out by the Black Knight's strikes.
But as they advanced,
the Black Knight's 'light cannon' hesitated, its blast withheld.
"Hm?"
"What's wrong?"
"Need to recover?"
At first, Yun Huang had kept count of how many times the Black Knight unleashed its light cannon.
All known card powers required the wielder to sustain them with soul energy, bound by the law of equivalent exchange.
Yet the Black Knight defied this principle entirely.
After the fifth blast, Yun Huang stopped counting.
This wasn’t a basic attack, but it certainly wasn’t some ultimate technique either.
Now that it had abruptly stalled, she felt a twinge of relief.
Not out of envy, but sheer bewilderment.
At least its energy wasn’t infinite.
Before Liu Yuan could respond,
a faint, pained groan drifted from the ashes ahead.
Yun Huang froze, her gaze sharpening with caution.
The Black Knight fired another light cannon diagonally upward.
The veil of ash thinned slightly,
revealing a blurred figure curled on the ground, twitching weakly.
A candidate.
His custom combat suit was in tatters, his exposed skin a ghastly gray-black, like charred coal scorched by flames and then brutally cooled.
Fine cracks riddled his flesh, wisps of dark energy seeping out.
Yun Huang and Liu Yuan exchanged a glance.
They decided to approach—after all, he lay directly in their path.
Half a minute later, the candidate seemed to sense Yun Huang’s presence, lifting his head with effort.
His face was caked in ash, only his eyes visible—clouded with agony yet flickering with a faint, desperate hope.
"Save… me…"
His voice was a ragged whisper, like the creak of a broken bellows.
His consciousness had faded, leaving only survival instinct.
Yun Huang stayed silent.
She could feel his life force draining rapidly,
the corrosive power gnawing at his soul, devouring his last shreds of vitality.
How could she save him?
She was barely holding on herself in this sea of ash.
And given the extent of his corruption, there was no hope left.
Truth be told, the path of the transcendent was never easy.
It offered a chance to change fate—but demanded readiness for death.
If one lacked the strength to endure such brutality, they could always choose to step back, return to the ordinary world, marry, raise children, live in peace.
No one forced anyone onto this thorn-ridden road.
But once chosen, life and death were left to fate.
This candidate had clearly faltered before the sudden calamity.
Yun Huang slowly raised her weapon.
The candidate seemed to sense it—his dull eyes flashed with terror.
"No… please… beg…"
Thud.
The cold blade silenced him.
As she withdrew her sword, a dark crimson splashed onto the ash, swiftly buried under fresh embers.
Yun Huang’s expression remained impassive.
This wasn't her first time killing someone, nor would it be the last.
In the face of this sudden calamity, any excess emotion was a luxury.
If someone couldn't be saved, then they couldn't be saved.
Better to die cleanly—an early release, in a way.
Just then, an abrupt mutation occurred!
The ashen ground beneath her feet suddenly bulged, forming a massive mound.
Then, with a thunderous explosion, it burst open!
A monstrous centipede, its entire body armored in dark cyan plates and stretching dozens of meters long, erupted from the depths.
Its countless segmented legs churned like scythes, whipping up swirling clouds of ash.
Blood-red compound eyes gleamed with ravenous, brutal light.
The gargantuan centipede gaped its horrifying maw—lined with layer upon layer of razor-sharp teeth—and in one swift motion, devoured the examinee whole, even sucking in the surrounding ash.
Then came the sickening crunch of its feast.
Finished, its massive head swiveled toward Yun Huang, clearly marking her as the next target.
A chill ran down Yun Huang’s spine.
The aura radiating from this creature far surpassed any seventh-tier Source Realm beast she’d encountered before—it was likely nearing the eighth tier!
And that examinee… had been its…
Bait?
It had waited for some soft-hearted fool to lower their guard, bending to carry the body, before striking from below in a lethal ambush.
But when Yun Huang proved ruthlessly decisive, it couldn’t bear to let its prey escape and had no choice but to attack outright.
A mere beast, yet capable of such cunning?
Truth be told, in this ash-choked wasteland, engaging such a monstrosity in prolonged combat was far from wise.
Yun Huang gave herself less than a ten percent chance of victory.
But here was the problem.
Circumstances had changed.
Silently, she retreated behind the Black Knight.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
