The situation in the monitoring room wasn’t much better.
Let’s not forget—they were also trapped within the Source Realm.
The only saving grace was their location, which made them the least affected area.
"BOOM—!!!"
A violent tremor shook the entire monitoring room. Equipment sparked, and several screens went black in an instant.
Chen Yuan gripped the edge of the control panel, veins bulging on the back of his hand, as he roared into the comms: "Engineering team! Repair the equipment! Get over here NOW!"
"All units, report your status! All units, report!"
But all that answered him was static and fragmented shouts of alarm.
On the main screen before him, the 3D electronic map of the Source Realm now showed half its regions stained a glaring crimson—and the red was spreading at a terrifying speed.
"Ch-Chen Yuan…" A young monitor stammered, voice trembling with panic. "The northwest sector… all signals lost! Teams One and Three, even Lady Su… we can’t reach any of them!"
Chen Yuan’s heart clenched.
"What about the southeast sector?" he rasped.
"Report! Southeast comms are heavily jammed… Zones A-7 to A-12… energy readings spiking uncontrollably! Multiple high-energy signatures detected! Far exceeding Tier Seven levels—possibly Tier Eight, and at least five Tier Nine entities!"
Another monitor delivered the update with a face as pale as paper.
"And two… Tier Tens…"
Chen Yuan’s gaze locked onto the blackened zone marking the fallen city. Three massive black dots pulsed ominously on the map. A chill shot up his spine.
"This is absolute bullshit…" he muttered under his breath.
Even if Guardian Jiang were here, could he really take on two Tier Tens at once?
And he wasn’t here.
Their own forces?
Just one Tier Nine. That was it.
What was there left to command?
Let’s be real—anyone with eyes could see it.
They might as well sit back and wait for death.
But those words?
Anyone else could say them.
Not him.
With Su Muxue missing, he was now the "strongest official" left in the Source Realm.
"All combat personnel still operational, listen up!"
Chen Yuan’s voice boomed through the barely functional broadcast system: "Priority is protecting the examinees—I repeat, PROTECT THE EXAMINEES!"
"Those with means to breach the Ash, abandon your shelters immediately and escort examinees to HQ!"
"Share my coordinates in real-time with all teams!"
"Medical teams! Prepare for mass casualties!"
Orders flew out one after another, but the entire command structure was on the verge of collapse. Communications were failing, intel was blocked, and countless teams had already gone dark.
"Chen Yuan… we… we don’t have enough people…" A subordinate beside him whispered in despair.
"Two Tier Tens… There’s no winning this."
Chen Yuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his expression was eerily calm.
"Don’t say that to me. Say it louder—to everyone here."
"Behind us are our families. Our homes."
"There’s no retreat!"
"Guardian Jiang must already be working on a solution outside."
"The Source Realm’s lockdown won’t last forever."
"When it breaks, two Tier Tens won’t even be a ripple in the storm."
"We can gamble—bet that Guardian Jiang arrives with reinforcements before those things wipe us all out."
Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, Chen Yuan frowned.
"Where’s the Strategist? Strategist, we need a miracle here!"
The weight on his shoulders was crushing. He needed someone to share the burden.
Someone like Su Qi.
His earlier solution to the "emotional corruption" had been nothing short of genius.
Of course, two Tier Tens couldn’t be outsmarted with mere tactics.
Still, no harm in brainstorming.
"What do you think we should—"
His words died abruptly.
Because when he scanned the room, Su Qi was nowhere to be found.
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?"
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!"
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...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
