RUMBLE...
Outside the Ten Thousand Beasts City, dust and thunder rolled across the earth.
As the grand gathering approached, countless beasts of the air and earth surged from every direction—some beating wings, some thundering forward on heavy paws—kicking up dirt and grit, each one showing the untamed nature of the wild.
"Mommy, why are we here?"
A young fancy mouse kit tilted her head up, curiously gazing at the powerful beast masters radiating pressure all around them.
"Because the Beast Clan Grand Assembly is about to begin," her mother said, gently stroking her little head with a paw. "They're all here to take part. Together, they'll choose one outstanding young beast from within the city to become the future leader of our kind—to guide us back to glory."
"From... from the young beasts in the city?"
The little fancy mouse nodded, half understanding.
Then, suddenly, she squirmed out of her mother's embrace, scampered onto the main road, spread her two tiny paws wide, and her eyes sparkled.
"Then I'll join too!"
"I want to be the leader!"
The little mouse spread her arms wide and laughed with pure joy.
But her mother cried out in alarm: "Careful! Don't stand in the middle of the road!"
"Huh? Why?"
Before the little mouse could react, she tilted her head in confusion. The next moment, a towering foot descended from the sky, whistling past her ears, slamming into the mud with a deep thud, leaving a massive imprint. Dust and wind howled past, and the tiny fancy mouse was blasted onto her back, covered in grime from head to tail—even her long whiskers were coated in tiny grains of dirt.
"COUGH COUGH..."
The little mouse squinted, spat out the dust, and finally looked up at the owner of that massive foot.
The leg was impossibly wide and tall.
Wider than a human's rice jar, taller than a house beam.
"So... so BIG..."
The little mouse stared, frozen, forgetting even her fear.
The owner of the foot seemed to sense something.
It slowly lowered its head, revealing its true face—a wedge-shaped face, ears like banana leaves, each flap sending a gust of wind, and a pair of towering, mighty curved tusks, like gleaming white spears in a knight's hands.
It was a Mountain-Elephant!
The great elephant gave the little mouse a brief, indifferent glance.
"Little one, you'd best go back. This place isn't for a cute thing like you."
With that, it turned and strode into the city.
The little mouse sat there, not stirring for a long while.
The beasts passing by saw her dazed look and began to tease her: "Tiny thing, still want to be a leader?"
"You can't even walk steady, and you want to join the assembly?"
"Careful—one misstep, and you'll be squashed into mouse paste. HAHAHA!"
"Little girl, not every beast is meant to be a leader."
Some kind-hearted beasts spoke with weight: "You're young and naive, so I'll tell you plainly—look at your race. Your bloodline isn't exactly noble, is it? Even if you grow to your absolute limit, you'll be lucky to reach Tier Six."
"Tier Six might be something outside these walls."
"But here in Ten Thousand Beasts City, it's not even enough to qualify as someone's mount!"
"Just be a spectator."
"Stop dreaming."
The surrounding beasts nodded in approval.
After Tier Three, all beasts gained sentience, and they had long outgrown the age of reckless ambition. They no longer chased impossible dreams.
"Child, this is reality."
The beast world was cruel.
Bloodline governed everything. The Mountain-Elephant's bloodline was nobler than the fancy mouse's, so from birth, it was destined to travel farther.
No matter how hard the fancy mouse struggled, reaching her limit,
she'd still be at the elephant's starting line.
Race, bloodline—none of this was ever fair.
The little mouse sat there, stunned.
That small flame she had just kindled with her careless words—before it could even catch—had been drenched dry by the surrounding beasts' chatter.
"Child, learn to accept reality."
"We are just small figures among the countless beasts, fated to be dust beneath the feet of greater ones."
"If you must blame something, blame the fact that you don't have some ancient bloodline."
The beasts around her meant well.
But that kindness stung even more. It crushed the very idea of her standing up and shouting, "Thirty years east, thirty years west—don't bully a young mouse for being poor!"
"Child! My child!"
The mother mouse rushed over, scooped her up, and began brushing the dust off her with worried eyes, muttering in a frantic, loving voice: "Why did you run onto the road? Didn't Mommy tell you not to run off?"
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you hurt?"
The mother's paws hurriedly checked every inch of her little body, terrified something was wrong.
"I'm not hurt, Mommy."
The little mouse shook her head, but her eyes no longer held their former brightness.
She looked up at her anxious mother and whispered, "Mommy... Am I really like they say? That I can't become a great beast?"
Her mother's paws paused.
She had heard what the other beasts said. As an ordinary mouse bloodline, there wasn't even a single ancestor worth reverting to. At best, she'd cap out at Tier Five or Six.
But looking at her daughter's dim eyes, the mother was silent for a moment, then gently rubbed her head and forced a smile.
"That's not true, my child. That's not true."
"You can definitely become a great beast. Mommy believes in you!"
Hearing that, a spark of hope reignited in the little mouse's eyes. She lifted her head, clenched her tiny paws, and nodded firmly.
"Mm!"
"I'm going to be a great mouse!"
Her mother looked at her newly bright smile and smiled from the bottom of her heart.
The child was still young. She didn't understand the cruelty of the world.
When she grew just a little older, she would naturally come to see that there were many things that could never be changed. But for now, this mother only wanted her child to be happy.
Just then—
A figure hurried past them, dust on her shoulders, heading straight for the Ten Thousand Beasts City gate. Dressed in coarse hemp robes, light on her feet, radiating an aura of keep-your-distance.
She stopped before the city wall and tilted her head up.
Beneath her hood peeked a slim chin and a pair of golden, vertical slit pupils.
"Ten Thousand Beasts City... I've returned."
The hemp-robed girl murmured softly.
"I've struggled so hard to live a second life, awakened with the memories of my past life—this time, I WILL take back everything that belongs to me!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
