The moonlight dimmed, and the snow fell heavier.
Whether it was the late-night chill or the Human Sovereign Banner in Lin Mo's hand, the air seemed to drop a few degrees.
He controlled the Demon Witch's smile to let out a cold laugh.
"Lin Mo, you're far too arrogant. The might of the Demon Witch—how could someone like you—"
Before he could finish.
The Demon Witch's hands clenched into fists in the void.
The power of space spread out, and the space within three meters around Lin Mo began to violently twist and collapse, the air squeezed into a sharp shriek.
If that fist fully tightened, Lin Mo would be pulled into a spatial rift, not even ashes left behind.
Erased from this world entirely.
Lin Mo snapped his fingers.
A crisp sound.
The distorted space, as if pressed down by a colossal force, snapped back into place, restored in an instant.
Even the tearing sensation in the air vanished.
And Lin Mo was still standing where he was, left hand resting on the Human Sovereign Banner, right hand still in the snapping pose.
"That's one move," he said, his tone sounding like a reminder, but it was really a warning.
Because the unspoken meaning was: I'm about to make my move.
Everyone present fell silent.
That punch just now—it was the Demon Witch's top-tier spatial ability.
On this planet, no physical defense could block it.
And it was broken by a snap of the fingers.
A shadow of dread crept into the heart of the Smiling Face.
Just moments ago, he was the one controlling the field! How had it flipped so fast?
Can't win.
Maybe he really couldn't win.
But the Smiling Face refused to admit it. He couldn't—if he did, his whole gambit would collapse.
So he waved his hand.
"Everyone! Kill Lin Mo and Eastern Leaf! Move!"
The order slammed down, and reactions varied.
Some stood frozen, their feet nailed to the ground.
Some hesitated for two seconds before gritting their teeth and charging.
More looked at each other, as if confirming whether they were really about to throw their lives away.
Han Junhao glanced at Lin Mo.
Just one glance.
He couldn't help but take a deep breath, then turned and walked away.
It wasn't cowardice; it was clarity. Not to mention whether they could beat Lin Mo—just the tone in which the Smiling Face gave that order made his stomach turn.
He'd rather go collect Director Cui's body.
The remaining S-rank superhumans exchanged glances.
They knew the cost of not acting—the Smiling Face would make them his next target.
So why hesitate?
Time to act, then.
A spear hurtled toward Lin Mo's position, followed immediately by a figure closing in.
A textbook combination attack.
Too bad the textbook had never written about someone like Lin Mo.
The man was still mid-air when a pitch-black hand extended from the Human Sovereign Banner.
Five fingers spread. Not fast—even languid—but that hand locked precisely around his throat.
The S-rank superhuman's eyes went wide. He grabbed at the black hand with both fists, but the moment his fingers touched it, he realized—
He couldn't pry it off.
Not even a fraction.
"Who gave you the illusion?"
Lin Mo wasn't even looking at him. His gaze was still fixed on the Demon Witch, his voice lazy. "That you flea-bitten strays could so much as graze me?"
Crack.
With zero chance to struggle, the S-rank's throat was crushed.
Like snapping a dry twig.
The S-rank's body dropped from mid-air, smashing onto the ground, head twisted at an unnatural angle, eyes still open.
He couldn't even have a name.
Lin Mo finally moved.
He lifted the Human Sovereign Banner and slammed it down hard.
The moment the pole struck the ground, countless black shadows surged out from the banner's surface.
The shadows had no fixed form. Under the moonlight, they writhed and churned like hounds unleashed, catching the scent of blood and lunging at the superhumans who had charged forward.
Screams began to echo one after another.
Lin Mo, meanwhile, had no attention left for those small fry.
He looked up at the Demon Witch hovering mid-air.
"Now, no one will interrupt us."
The words were spoken softly.
The next second, he shot into the air.
From the first-person perspective, the Smiling Face felt an unprecedented pressure bearing down on him.
At that moment, he no longer felt like the Demon Witch—just the Smiling Face who could only control emotions.
But he wasn't the emotion-controlling Smiling Face, either, because this body couldn't precisely control his emotions.
Still, this body had power.
"Get out of here!"
The Smiling Face drove the Demon Witch's hands together in a crushing clap, pouring out every bit of power in an instant. Space tore open with a massive gash, the jagged edges flashing with irregular light, and it slammed straight toward Lin Mo.
This strike tore space itself.
Lin Mo stretched out a single finger.
His index finger.
"Freeze."
One word.
The torn space halted mid-air. All the energy, all the shockwaves, all the destructive force—pinned where they stood.
Even the Demon Witch was fixed in mid-air.
He couldn't move. His eyes could roll, his mouth could open, but every muscle and bone in his body was as if cast in cement.
And Lin Mo's index finger remained raised.
Snow fell on his face but didn't stick a single flake.
The Smiling Face felt a chill crawl up his spine, from his tailbone to the back of his skull.
Lin Mo's power vastly exceeded his estimates.
No—it wasn't even on the same scale.
He hadn't even used his full strength against the Smiling Face. It was like an adult toying with a child.
That realization nearly drove the Smiling Face insane.
The Demon Witch was the strongest superhuman in the Great Stick Republic! The ace of the Superhuman Youth Corps!
Which meant he, too, was the ace.
He wouldn't accept this.
The Smiling Face began frantically draining the Demon Witch's bodily potential. Psychic energy poured out like a breached floodgate, desperately slamming against the spatial shackles sealed around him.
The price? He didn't care. This body wasn't his anyway.
Crack!
A crack appeared.
Crack! Crack!
He actually broke through Lin Mo's seal, bursting forward and lunging straight at Lin Mo.
The spatial seal shattered, and the Demon Witch's body snapped upward, transforming into a streak of purple light charging toward Lin Mo.
"Lin Mo! I'm not afraid of you!"
Lin Mo heard that and smiled instead.
"The moment you said that, you already were."
The Smiling Face's charge was fierce, his momentum aggressive, but in Lin Mo's eyes, it was all holes.
What's a spatial-ability user? They're a noble spellcaster.
The mage's core advantage lies in distance and control, in strategy, in destroying enemies with a laugh while they fall to ash.
You—a mage—decide to rush in face-to-face?
That's called suicide.
So Lin Mo raised his hand and slapped him.
No fancy technique. Just a simple, physical open-palm slap.
The Demon Witch's body was smashed out of mid-air, crashing into the snowy woods, sending snow and soil flying dozens of meters, cratering the ground three or four meters deep.
Lin Mo shook his hand, glanced back at the battlefield.
The "family" that crawled out of the Human Sovereign Banner were cutting through the Superhuman Youth Corps' superhumans like a hot knife through butter.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
] [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!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?"
