But in the next moment, there was a crisp snapping sound! The straight blade was broken by his skull!
Su Ze's formidable laws erupted once again!
He slammed the stunned withered monster to the ground!
His fists rained down like a storm, each strike as heavy as thunder!
The laws combined with the crushing force of his fists.
Blood splattered as Su Ze mechanically repeated the motion.
The withered monster's head was smashed into a bloody pulp, lifeless, and streams of laws flowed out of its body, absorbed by Su Ze!
After what felt like an eternity, his movements finally stopped.
In the chaotic battlefield, no one noticed this madman.
The teachers and students were too busy dealing with the endless horde of monsters.
Su Ze collapsed in a pool of blood, the broken blade embedded in his forehead, almost flush with his skin, nearly invisible unless closely examined. His pupils were dilated, and he fell unconscious.
Suddenly.
Everyone noticed that the enormous vine had stopped releasing monsters.
It began to writhe, its roots coiling around and devouring the corpses of humans and monsters alike!
Then it started to retract, pulling back into the sky!
Everyone was stunned.
After what felt like an eternity, a ray of sunlight broke through the gaps in the sky-obscuring vines, bathing the scarred earth below.
"We won... we won!" a roar erupted.
Followed by a tidal wave of cheers that swept across the land!
...
Li Zhenlong leaned on the railing, watching the retreating vines in the distance. His furrowed brows finally relaxed, "We won..."
But the celebration didn't last long.
From centuries ago to now, Blue Star had endured countless calamities. They had grown accustomed to celebrating survival with cheers for the living defenders, followed by silence to honor the fallen.
The cheers gradually faded, and a mutual silence fell over the crowd.
It had been snowing not long ago, but now the weather felt like autumn.
The sunlight returning to Blue Star gave everyone a surreal sense of having survived an apocalypse.
The wilderness was lush with vibrant plants and trees, while countless cities lay in ruins, teetering on the edge of collapse.
The air-raid shelters opened, and millions of people poured out.
"We survived... we survived..."
Some wept openly, looking up at the sky.
"Thank you! Thank you!" others cried, embracing their protectors with tears streaming down their faces.
"Auntie! Auntie, please! You're getting snot all over me!" Shen Qingsheng, covered in wounds, grimaced in pain and panic as he tried to pull his leg free, "Don't kiss me! Don't get so emotional! Don't kiss me!"
Amid the sea of people, some rushed to their homes, now destroyed in the war, while others clutched their children and wept.
The scene was varied.
But most were lost, staring blankly at the blood-soaked, scarred land, unsure of where to go.
Among them was a particularly lost girl with striking wine-red hair. The sunlight filtering through the retreating vines illuminated her beautiful shrine maiden attire.
Her fingers intertwined tightly as she stood on the pockmarked, barren earth, anxiously waiting minute after minute, but the figure she longed for never appeared.
The sea of people stretched endlessly before her, and she nervously scanned the crowd, searching for something.
Time flowed like water, and Situ Jiajia stayed by her side, protecting her from being trampled by the surging crowd.
"Hey! Don't run off! It's dangerous!" Situ Jiajia suddenly shouted in alarm.
The little shrine maiden, having waited too long, dashed into the crowd!
Uesugi Akizuki's tears streamed down her face, a mix of intuition and confusion, like a helpless, lost puppy abandoned in an unfamiliar, sprawling city.
No matter where she felt Su Ze might be, she ran there only to find no trace of him.
Indeed, how could there be such a thing as a psychic connection?
It was nothing more than a lie boys told to deceive little girls.
After searching for what felt like an eternity, the little shrine maiden suddenly collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably, her hands clawing helplessly at the air as if trying to grasp something.
Overwhelmed by fear, helplessness, and confusion, she instinctively reached out for Su Ze's hand.
Su Ze's hand was the most secure thing she had ever held. If she could just hold it, even the end of the world wouldn't scare her.
Su Ze was the most perfect gift she had ever received in her life... yes, a gift.
He had appeared in her life like a surprise, seemingly ordinary at first, but upon opening, it radiated brilliance, like a warm sun shining on her face.
He was a gift from the heavens, compensation for the over a decade she had spent living in darkness.
But how could Uesugi Akizuki ever hold Su Ze's hand again?
Her head began to spin, and the illusion she so desperately craved crumbled before her eyes.
Like a bubble, it shattered at the slightest touch, scattering into a kaleidoscope of colorful fragments. The pieces came together to form a person—a silver-haired boy with a gentle smile, offering his hand to her.
She carefully reached out to the fragments, trying to piece them together, but how could she ever touch an illusion?
Her countless prayers had failed to bring the boy back to her side.
Su Ze... had not kept his promise to return to her after the calamity.
Soon, the little shrine maiden could no longer cry.
Situ Jiajia realized something was wrong and began to panic!
Uesugi Akizuki's face grew increasingly pale, her amber eyes empty and lifeless.
Her lips parted slightly, her throat seemingly blocked by something. The pitiful little shrine maiden stopped crying—she couldn't cry anymore—but tears continued to stream down her cheeks, dripping onto her beautiful red dress.
In the sunlight, her tears sparkled like crystal-clear dewdrops from a mountain spring.
But this was no time to appreciate the beauty of despair.
Uesugi Akizuki's condition was that of someone on the verge of shock from overwhelming grief.
"Deep breaths! Deep breaths!" Situ Jiajia knew that the impact of Su Ze's death was far too much for a simple girl like Uesugi Akizuki to bear.
But her words were useless.
Uesugi Akizuki could no longer hear her. The buzzing in her ears drowned out the noise of the world, and her vision grew blurry, soon covered by a faint red haze.
Drip, drip...
Situ Jiajia was speechless with shock.
Hot, rolling tears of blood fell from the little shrine maiden's eyes, splattering onto her white sleeves.
The crimson streaks marred her pure, innocent, and pitiful face.
On her white shrine maiden robes, the blood bloomed like dazzling, radiant flowers...
...
Time passed.
Yu Province.
Orange leaves danced in the wind, ripples spread across the river, and the scarred streets were being repaired.
After the calamity, the skyscrapers were slowly being rebuilt.
"What a lovely place."
A tall, upright man strolled along a muddy path, admiring the fallen leaves on either side, a coat draped over his shoulders, exuding charm.
"Damn it!"
Suddenly, his foot slipped, and with a thud, the seemingly composed and dashing man fell face-first into the muddy road.
He quickly got up, glancing around to make sure no one had seen him, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Spotting the shimmering light through the trees, he realized it was a creek.
He jogged through the woods to the creek to wash off the mud.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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?"
