At this moment, Lu Benwei was curled up on the ground, hugging a pile of Celestial Crystals with his buttocks in the air, lost in a blissful dream.
Three hundred Celestial Crystals.
It had been ages since he last struck it this rich.
In his dream, he was surrounded by three hundred beautiful women. They groped him, teased him, humiliated him…
But that wasn’t even the highlight. The real miracle was that he realized he was functional again.
It had grown back…
BOOM!
A deafening explosion jolted Lu Benwei awake just as things were getting interesting.
Sun Li’s devastating strike landed squarely on Lu Benwei’s body, sending up a cloud of dust and shockwaves rippling outward in all directions.
"Humph, time to claim the sword!"
Sun Li smirked coldly as he watched the dust settle, flicking his hand to disperse the smoke.
But when the aftermath cleared, the smug expression on Sun Li’s face froze.
His attack hadn’t even managed to scatter the skeleton’s bones—let alone leave a scratch.
"Look! It’s moving!"
Someone in the crowd gasped.
All eyes turned to the scene.
Sure enough, the skeletal figure—with a sword still lodged in its backside—was slowly clambering to its feet.
It seemed to be in a foul mood.
First, it glanced down at its crotch.
Then, it erupted into a rage.
"Which bastard dared interrupt this playboy’s sweet dream?!"
Lu Benwei’s fiery glare locked onto Sun Li and his group.
"Ah!"
"It can talk?!"
"And move—isn’t it supposed to be dead?"
Gasps of shock spread through the crowd.
Sun Li, too, eyed Lu Benwei warily.
Closing his eyes briefly, he tried to sense Lu Benwei’s presence but found nothing.
He scoffed in relief.
"Pah, it’s just a dead thing. What’s there to fear?"
With a dismissive smirk, he explained, "This skeleton can move and speak because of a lingering shred of consciousness clinging to its remains."
"If it were alive, we’d stand no chance against it. But now? It’s just hanging on by its last breath. How hard could it be to finish it off?"
Hearing Sun Li’s confident reasoning, the crowd relaxed.
"I suspect the reason the sword can’t be pulled out is tied to this last wisp of life," Sun Li mused.
"In that case…"
His eyes narrowed as a gleaming sword materialized in his hand, radiating an oppressive aura.
"Let me put you to rest for good. Consider it a mercy."
With that, his wrist flicked.
The sword erupted with blinding light, its overwhelming power saturating the air.
It was clear Sun Li was going all out.
Despite his earlier bravado, he wasn’t foolish enough to underestimate the skeleton—especially after witnessing it shrug off his earlier attack unscathed.
But this strike?
He was absolutely certain it would sever that last stubborn thread of life.
Because this sword strike—
Could split mountains!
In an instant,
The blade descended upon Lu Benwei’s skull.
Before it even made contact, the air around Lu Benwei was shredded into vacuum, sharp energy rippling like blades.
And yet—
A single, pale finger rose lazily to meet the strike.
"Truly a mindless creature."
"Thinking a finger can block my sword? Pathetic."
Sun Li sneered.
With a final surge of energy, the sword closed the last inch of distance.
CLINK!
A crisp chime rang out.
The radiant sword—shattered into dust.
Sun Li’s smirk twisted into a gaping "O" of horror.
His entire body trembled.
"H-how?!"
He stared at Lu Benwei as if seeing a ghost.
That sword had been a reward from the Three Lives Sect for his monumental contributions—ranked among the top three treasures in the entire sect!
A weapon countless experts would kill to possess.
And yet, it had been reduced to powder by a single finger?!
At that moment,
Sun Li and his companions felt their brains short-circuit.
Then—a hand materialized out of thin air.
Before Sun Li could react, it clamped around his throat and yanked him forward.
A face—cold as death—leaned in close.
Sun Li’s soul nearly fled his body from sheer terror.
A hoarse voice whispered into his ear:
"Where did this trash crawl out from? Did you really think this god has no temper?"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
