Chen Xia really wanted to become a partner of justice, didn't he?
The people in the audience could tell, even without looking. Just by the lackluster tone in Chen Xia's voice, they could sense that he didn't want to.
Chen Xia didn't want to either.
But he was swept along by the will of the world.
And so it goes.
With a helpless sigh, he walked to his seat with his name on it, sat down listlessly, and even his eyes seemed a bit dull.
After all, just a moment ago, he had uttered words that went against his Dao heart.
Of course, this Dao heart was just a metaphor, he wouldn't actually betray his Dao heart, because Chen Xia didn't have a Dao heart to begin with.
Then an old man took the stage to deliver a speech, presumably some high-ranking official, reciting the accomplishments of various Night Hawks in the past month.
"C-grade Rainbow Rabbit, captured C-grade esper Black Tiger, third-class achievement."
"C-grade Blue Cat, killed the berserk esper Mask, third-class achievement."
"..."
And the last name on this list of achievements was Chen Xia, who killed the Fireman yesterday.
The old man looked up and glanced at Chen Xia, who was sitting at the back, practically shrinking under the table, shook his head helplessly, and continued speaking.
"E-grade Chen Xia, killed the berserk esper Fireman, third-class achievement."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Night Hawks in the audience turned their attention to Chen Xia, their eyes filled with undisguised astonishment.
The Fireman was on the Night Hawks' wanted list, a C-grade esper.
A newbie of E-grade killing a C-grade Fireman.
They didn't want to believe it.
Chen Xia had disappeared completely, slipping under the table.
"Meeting adjourned," the old man's voice rang out.
Chen Xia instantly stood up, spirited, and quickly walked towards the door.
"Newcomer, wait!" a voice called out.
Chen Xia wanted to pretend he hadn't heard, but fearing another rejection from the will of the world, he could only stand still, listless, in his place.
He didn't expect that a simple sinking into the myriad realms would cause such damage to his "Dao heart."
The inspector walked towards Chen Xia, holding an envelope-like object, and said earnestly.
"You're about to receive a mission."
Chen Xia's face slumped, his lips curled into a forced smile, his expression showing three parts helplessness, four parts unwillingness, and one part exhaustion, he nodded along. "Okay."
It's hard to imagine these expressions appearing on one face.
The inspector smiled and said, "Don't worry, this mission is very simple, and you'll be accompanied by a veteran."
"Come over here," the inspector beckoned.
The ground rumbled with heavy footsteps, and a figure over two meters tall walked out of the house, as sturdy as a building, and stood in front of Chen Xia.
Chen Xia frowned.
Standing in front of him was a...
Orangutan.
"Hello," the orangutan took off its hat, and with its rugged face, smiled at Chen Xia. "I'm Captain Orangutan, a C-grade Night Hawk."
Damn, this is surreal.
Chen Xia sighed and quickly regained his composure, politely responding to Captain Orangutan, "Hello, nice to meet you."
Seeing that the two already knew each other, the inspector said with a smile, "Next, you'll be executing the mission together. Captain Orangutan has completed over a hundred missions, so you can learn from him, rookie."
"Alright, alright," Chen Xia nodded helplessly.
The inspector said a few more words before turning and leaving.
Captain Orangutan put his hat back on and suggested to Chen Xia, "Why don't we study the mission together and make preparations?"
Chen Xia naturally agreed.
The two of them opened the envelope and began studying.
"Mr. Guangzhi from the new government will be hosting an academic conference next week. Please ensure security during the conference," the letter read.
Captain Orangutan rubbed his chin and nodded confidently, "It's just a simple security task. I've done it a few times before, no problem."
Chen Xia asked, "Is it just the two of us?"
Captain Orangutan shook his head, "In theory, there will be other Night Hawks participating in the mission, and Mr. Guangzhi should also have his own security personnel. There shouldn't be any problems."
Chen Xia glanced at the mission letter and started scrutinizing the details.
"So, we're going to be security guards," he said.
Captain Orangutan nodded, "More or less, but don't be discouraged. Being a security guard is actually a pretty good job."
Discouraged?
Chen Xia definitely wasn't discouraged. In his mind, being a security guard was his dream profession. He even memorized the three major principles of being a security guard.
At that moment, he was truly overjoyed.
Seeing his happiness, Captain Orangutan also smiled with delight.
Fortunately, he didn't know about Chen Xia's three major principles of being a security guard.
The two of them walked out of the headquarters side by side, chatting idly on the street.
Captain Orangutan stood with his hands behind his back, his back straight, walking no different from an ordinary person. He smiled at Chen Xia.
"You're a newcomer, even though your evaluation is only at the E-level, don't be disheartened. The power of an ability is closely linked to your mental faculties. You can gradually enhance your ability by exercising your mental power."
"And this kind of gradually developed ability is the least likely to go berserk. Those who come with strong innate abilities often can't control themselves due to their overwhelming mental power and become violent when their emotions are stirred."
Chen Xia nodded. He wasn't planning to pursue the path of abilities; he intended to continue cultivating immortality.
Captain Orangutan stopped in his tracks, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, flicked one out, put it in his mouth, and asked Chen Xia, "Want one? It's banana-flavored."
Initially, Chen Xia planned to refuse, but when he heard "banana-flavored," he couldn't resist and asked Captain Orangutan for one.
The two of them stood under a street lamp, chatting away.
Captain Orangutan exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled, asking, "Guess what kind of ability I have?"
Chen Xia used two fingers to remove the banana-flavored cigarette, flicked off the ash, and guessed, "The ability to transform into an orangutan."
Captain Orangutan fell silent, leaned against the lamppost, and the smoke covered his face. After a while, he slowly shook his head, his voice tinged with melancholy.
"If that were the case, it would be good, but unfortunately, it's not."
Chen Xia shook his head, "Then I can't guess."
With so many abilities in the world, how could he guess?
Captain Orangutan didn't say anything, he just smoked one cigarette after another. The smoke he exhaled was faint, but as it accumulated, it became dense, masking his expression.
It also obscured his rugged face.
If you didn't look at his face, he was just an ordinary human, albeit taller and more robust.
The cigarette quickly burned out, leaving only a faint spark.
As if he had just had a dream, it ended quickly.
The thick fog dispersed, revealing the rugged face of Captain Orangutan. It was then that he spoke in a low voice, carrying a profound sense of heaviness.
"My supernatural power is the ability to transform into a human."
Chen Xia frowned, utterly perplexed.
"Isn't that almost the same?"
Captain Orangutan paused for a moment, then a hint of delight appeared on his face as he asked, "Do you really think it's almost the same?"
Chen Xia nodded and replied nonchalantly, "There's no difference."
"Hehe." Captain Orangutan's face beamed with joy as he tucked the cigarette back into his pocket, and he also said to Chen Xia, "Quit smoking, it's harmful to your health."
"Indeed." Chen Xia nodded, extinguished the half-smoked cigarette, and tossed it into the trash can.
As the two were about to part ways, Captain Orangutan suddenly sighed.
"After this mission is over, I plan to retire and return to my hometown to get married."
Chen Xia was taken aback.
"Don't say such things lightly."
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?"
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.”
