“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
“Heaven brings forth all things to nourish mankind, yet mankind offers nothing in return to Heaven. Slaughter them until not a scrap of armor remains; slaughter them until heaven and earth shine clear and bright!”
Within the dark and boundless void—
Illuminated by the colossal World Tree, Ye Shu carved a bloody path forward. Gods who stood in his way were slain; Buddhas who barred his path were butchered. No matter who it was, anyone who dared stand before him faced only one fate—
Death!
“That one! That one! And that one too!”
Perched on Ye Shu’s shoulder, Xiaobai pointed here and there with her tiny finger. Every system she indicated was swiftly followed by a streak of light, blown to pieces in an instant.
Madness!
Utter madness!
Watching that figure rampage across the battlefield, every system still present was dumbstruck.
They could no longer remember how many years had passed.
The last time someone had charged through the Systems’ headquarters, wreaking havoc with such overwhelming might, was ages beyond reckoning. Yet today, they were witnessing such a scene once again.
Was this not a replay of an ancient legend?
“Don’t panic. It’s merely a technical adjustment.”
Those who harbored such thoughts were mostly inexperienced systems. The far more ancient ones, however, were not nearly so alarmed.
They hid within the dark cracks of the void, their expressions cold and detached.
“He is nothing more than a lucky mortal. He is only able to flaunt his strength because the front lines are under pressure and our race’s great powers are all occupied with the Heavenly Dao, fighting for authority. Once our great powers return, they will kill him here in mere moments!”
“Back in the ancient era, that one met the same end.”
“He is just a junior. Let him strut about a little longer and savor these final moments.”
Having said this, they fell silent.
One by one, they concealed their auras, no longer allowing the slightest ripple of power to escape.
That was what they said, at least.
But that brat had who knew how many worlds’ trial grounds within him. By some unknown means, he was drawing power from them, turning himself into a complete stat monster. In a head-on confrontation, he was already no weaker than any system that had attained godhood.
For now, it was better to avoid his edge.
They could call it patience.
They would settle the score another day!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In just a few breaths, Ye Shu shot forward an immeasurable distance. There were hundreds—if not merely dozens—of systems dead beneath his hands. By the time the slaughter continued, not a single soul in the vast void dared block his way.
Yet the Parallel Lines were simply too vast.
Even with his movement technique pushed to its limits, he was like an ant crawling across an endless desert, unable to perceive the slightest change.
The only clear direction was the World Tree overhead.
Ye Shu’s expression was grave. Cold sweat beaded across his brow, while the “Framework” in his hand was being driven so hard it seemed ready to fly apart. Within it, countless stars were vanishing at a visible rate.
At the same time, within the worlds contained in the Framework—
Countless system hosts whose worlds had been invaded—whether they had awakened memories of past lives, been reborn as villains, or transmigrated into books to save themselves while shouting, “My fate is mine, not Heaven’s!”—were all slapped to death by Ye Shu’s divine-sense avatars. Their fortune was then seized.
Systems and the Heavenly Dao were bound by the rules. They could only wield their pieces and play against one another within the rules of the chessboard.
But Ye Shu was different.
He had once been a chess piece himself—a piece that had leapt beyond the board.
He was part of the rules.
And chess pieces could naturally strike at other chess pieces without restraint. Thus, he could freely alter everything within those worlds without suffering backlash from the Parallel Lines.
And that was precisely what made transmigrators so terrifying.
They didn’t have to follow the rules.
They were born from the rules. They were the rules of this world.
“Why aren’t you excited at all?”
With no system left to stop them, Xiaobai gradually came down from her excitement.
Puzzled, she lowered her head and looked at Ye Shu.
He wasn’t excited in the least. In fact, his expression was grim, which only confused her more.
“Because I’m not an idiot like you!” Ye Shu snapped.
The more he understood the vastness of the framework in his hands, the more clearly he grasped the power of the systems—and the more afraid he became.
“Faster! Come on, faster!”
Ye Shu gritted his teeth, using the framework to accelerate again and again as he raced toward the distance as fast as he could.
Anywhere would do, as long as he could get away from here.
As long as he could get away!
He hadn’t let this brief victory go to his head. After all, he wasn’t an idiot like Xiaobai, getting carried away just because he’d killed a few systems.
He knew this power wasn’t his.
And besides, this power was so overwhelming, yet it stood alone in the systems’ ancient hall, serving as a harmless trial ground. That meant the systems must possess power beyond even this.
They simply hadn’t shown themselves yet.
Once they did, they could take his life in an instant!
As if summoned by his fear, a chilling gaze suddenly fixed on him while Ye Shu continued slaughtering the systems undergoing trials within the framework.
Ye Shu’s whole body stiffened. He froze in place.
Before an absolute powerhouse, even a gaze could carry weight.
A figure shrouded in black mist had appeared before him at some point. Only one dark-purple dragon eye showed through the haze, staring coldly at him.
Just being looked at was enough to leave Ye Shu unable to move.
The terrifying power coursing through him had nowhere to go. It was as if he’d been bound by a spell, his flesh and blood frozen like ice.
This was the suppression of one level of life by another.
Xiaobai, too, was sprawled across his shoulder, gasping beneath the weight of that gaze.
“A transmigrator. Another one has appeared.”
The newcomer looked at Ye Shu and spoke with utter indifference. “But this is where it ends, mortal. I grant you the mercy of death.”
At those words, the breath of death surged in from every direction, coiling around Ye Shu’s body. A faint aura of death began to seep from his skin, beyond his control.
“What is this power?”
Ye Shu’s pupils quivered. He couldn’t understand it.
Against this force, he had no chance to resist, let alone escape.
Was this where he would finally fall?
At least before leaving that world, he’d spent a relatively happy lifetime with the others. That should mean he had no regrets... right?
Still, a faint sorrow filled Ye Shu’s heart.
He was unwilling to accept it, but there was nothing he could do.
His eyes began to close against his will. The last thing he saw was Xiaobai’s frantic face, and the indifferent gaze in the black mist.
He felt himself plummeting rapidly.
Falling.
That person hadn’t killed him. Why?
.........
“God Lord, why not kill him?”
As Ye Shu’s body continued to plummet, falling into the boundless abyss of darkness where not even the World Tree’s radiance could reach, the systems hidden within the shadows finally revealed themselves one after another.
“That Heavenly Dao...”
The figure shrouded in black mist stared at Xiaobai on Ye Shu’s shoulder, a flicker of surprise flashing through his eyes.
So it had not succeeded after all?
Still, that was all.
Once he fell into the Heavenly Abyss, his fate would be no different from that person’s. The same end awaited him.
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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...
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
