"Damn it! Knife Scar is so heartless! He killed the guy outright! There goes our fun!"
"Hey, he's smashing down the door! Let's get in there while it's still hot!"
"Listen to him enjoying it! I'm going in there to kill him!"
These were the reactions of several mercenaries after seeing the blood seeping out from under the rolling door.
Bang!
Slap!
A large hand suddenly appeared behind the few mercenaries, grabbing and slapping them down to the ground in a few moves.
A bald man in a black combat uniform, with two gold stars embroidered on his shoulders and a cold glint in his eyes, scolded the mercenaries lying on the ground in a harsh tone: "How could the Group keep useless scums like you?"
After speaking, Bald Head viciously kicked the rolling door in front of him!
Snap!
The sound of metal breaking erupted as the rolling door instantly shattered into pieces flying everywhere!
Inside the breakfast joint behind the door, Knife Scar lay motionless on the ground, while the steamed bun seller pounced on him like a wild beast, frantically violating his body!
Seeing Knife Scar's body, the few mercenaries who had just crawled up from the ground went to find a place to throw up.
Bald Head's eyes spat fire. He strode forward, pulled away the old man tearing at Knife Scar's corpse, his right arm muscles bulged explosively, and bang!!
His punch went right through the old man's chest and abdomen, his fist bursting out along with blood and gore!
Slap!
He casually threw the blasted old man at his feet, then Bald Head strode towards the girl with her back to him.
"Slurp~"
The girl finished drinking her milk tea, slowly got up, glanced back at Bald Head, and gave a faint smile...
Then she suddenly ran upstairs to the second floor of the breakfast joint!
Bald Head gave a cold snort and immediately chased after her!
But when Bald Head reached the second floor, the girl was gone!
Only her dress left on the ground.
Bald Head went over and touched the dress on the floor, it was still warm.
It was a room the same size as the first floor breakfast joint, less than 30 square meters, serving as a living room and bedroom in one.
With a sweep Bald Head could take in the whole room.
The windows were intact, the ceiling was intact, which meant the person must still be in this room.
The next second, Bald Head smiled, a cruel kind of smile.
Because the only place someone could hide in the whole room was the row of closets by the wall and under the bed.
He went to the bedside, bent down to look underneath, it was pitch black under the bed, with only a pale clown mask standing there that nearly scared him.
"Damn it!"
Cursing, Bald Head's expression became even more ferocious. He slowly walked forward and opened the first closet.
The closet was very dilapidated, the dividers were basically all gone, all kinds of messy clothes messily heaped together.
Bald Head casually swept out over half the pile of clothes to the outside. As the swath of clothes spilled out, another clown mask appeared before Bald Head's eyes!
For some reason, looking at the ghastly paleness, blood red lips, and emerald green eye shadow, Bald Head always felt his heart suddenly gripped by a chill!
So much so a light flitting thing landed on him, yet he didn't feel it.
"Damn it!"
Bald Head cursed again, and turned to open the second closet.
As it turned out, he found the girl he was looking for hiding behind some hanging clothes in this second closet
—smiling at him.
Her smile made Bald Head's hair stand on end. He threw a punch right at her face!
Boom!
His fist landed squarely on the girl's face, but—
Bald Head discovered that it was only a thin piece of human skin, a human skin mask.
In a rage, he grabbed the human skin mask in his hand, about to rip it apart, when he caught sight of what was on the other side of the mask!
Yet another clown mask!
Suddenly, Bald Head felt his whole body trembling, little by little.
An unknown fear began to take root in his heart.
And at this moment, from the corner of his eye Bald Head saw the clown mask in the first closet move.
First it blinked, then that creepy red grin slowly curved upwards into a strange arc...
Bald Head got angry.
He swiftly swung at the first closet with his fist, which was unstoppably fierce, directly pounding that old closet with obvious signs of its age into smithereens!
Looking at the closet turned to fragments due to his rage, Bald Head decided to leave this place first.
On his way back downstairs, he casually glanced at a dressing mirror he passed. In the mirror, a clown in a suit was holding a dagger in one hand, and holding up a playing card to him with the other.
That familiar eerie smile still hung at the corner of this clown's mouth.
"What the hell, go die!"
This time Bald Head once again swung his fist, but as his fist made contact with the mirror, he hesitated.
He was scared.
All the accumulated fear that had began growing from the moment he first saw that clown mask now erupted altogether!
Suddenly, an icy voice sounded in Bald Head's ear: "A person with fear in their heart cannot possibly defeat me."
"Other than that guy with the surname Lu, I am the greatest fear in this world."
"Ah!!"
A shrill scream came from Bald Head's mouth as he blindly charged towards the window of the room, crash!
He smashed through the glass and jumped out.
Boom!
As soon as Bald Head landed, dozens of mercenaries surrounded him, pointing their guns at him.
Because of the series of things that had just happened, all the mercenaries had gotten out from their vehicles and Bald Head now fell right before them.
Bald Head discovered the man with three gold stars on his shoulders standing warily amidst the mercenaries, along with another man with two gold stars on his shoulders.
That gaze, it was as if they were looking at a stranger who had suddenly appeared in the wilderness.
Bald Head wanted to speak, but found he could only manage muffled moans, not an intelligible word coming out.
This frightened Bald Head even more.
Because he saw that the muscular man with three gold stars had already raised a finger, his usual signal to attack.
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
In the end Bald Head still hadn't been able to say anything. Ratatatata!
The mercenaries opened fire, but the bullets were not enough to kill Bald Head.
He staggered forward, moaning indistinctly, seemingly wanting to explain something to the man with three gold stars.
But that man took off his glove, cracked his knuckle with a "snap", whoosh—
A laser beam shot out, striking Bald Head's neck.
The next second, Bald Head collapsed to the ground with a thud.
In the final moment before he lost consciousness, what Bald Head saw was a puddle of water slowly condensing into shape before him.
The reflection in that puddle of water was no longer himself, but rather a clown dressed in a woman's dress.
"Fear can turn you into what you dread most."
......
Across the street Liu Yuan held Xiao Yi's hand standing there, even through the heavy fog it seemed she could still see clearly everything happening across the street.
Now seeing Bald Head killed by his own people, Liu Yuan wrinkled her nose and said: "That Clown's ability is so creepy!"
"To absorb others' fear emotions and generate the Fear Dimension, even this shallow layer of the Fear Dimension can kill people indirectly..."
"From the moment that man first felt fear, he was doomed to fall only under the Clown's knife."
"Also, he can actually change people's appearance arbitrarily through the Fear Dimension, tsk tsk..."
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.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
