"Another monster?!"
A golden streak of light, dazzling like a meteor, seemed ready to scorch through the clouds.
"What is that?!" Wang Yanran gasped.
The three leader-level Molten Rock Lizards and the hundreds of ordinary ones were terrifying enough, but that golden meteor filled her with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
"Roar?" Sensing the terrifying pressure, the massive Molten Rock Lizards raised their heads and let out furious cries.
At that moment, the golden meteor plummeted straight down!
With a deafening boom, the shockwave swept outward like a hurricane, making everyone's clothes flap violently—some even got blown off their feet!
Amid the billowing dust, faint golden arcs of electricity flickered, and a pair of dark red, eye-like lights glowed ominously.
The oppressive aura made everyone present tremble, stunned by the figure's majestic presence.
"Boom!" Another shockwave dispersed the dust, revealing a beam of sunlight shining down on the golden dragon-shaped armor, refracting a resplendent glow.
So terrifying!
Centered around the golden armor, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ground. He stood there, drawing the gaze of every person and monster present.
Wang Yanran, in despair, raised her walkie-talkie to call for Alliance reinforcements when she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Ugh, I'm gonna puke."
The golden armor seemed to be cradling a figure—a white-haired girl dry-heaving as she dangled limply in Ye Chuan's arms, her limbs and backpack swaying in the air.
When Wang Yanran recognized Lan Xiaoke, her eyes snapped back to the golden armor.
"Ye Chuan?"
Hearing his name, the golden armor turned its head, as if surprised to see Wang Yanran there, and gave a slight nod.
"He's on our side!" Wang Yanran immediately announced, making everyone relax.
If the Molten Rock Lizards had made them feel powerless, the golden armor before them was the kind of foe that would leave them in utter despair.
Feeling the stares around him, Ye Chuan struggled to suppress the grin tugging at his lips.
Realizing no one could see his expression, he finally let it spread wide.
No way, he couldn’t hold it back.
How could this armor be so damn cool?
"ROAR!!!" Before Ye Chuan could act, the Molten Rock Lizards seemed to sense the threat and let out low growls before charging at him!
"Watch out!" Wang Yanran shouted, but she quickly realized her warning was unnecessary.
Ye Chuan’s strength made worrying pointless.
"Oh? Foundation-level monsters? The rift creatures are getting stronger?" Ye Chuan sensed the auras of the leader monsters—already nearing the Foundation stage.
At that level, they could easily wipe out everyone here, since even Wang Yanran, the strongest among them, was only at Qi Condensation.
Ye Chuan casually tossed Lan Xiaoke aside, ignoring her startled "Wah!" as he lightly tapped the ground with his foot.
An invisible ripple spread outward, forcibly halting the charging Molten Rock Lizards mid-movement—as if frozen in place!
The next moment, Ye Chuan simply stood there, unmoving.
He did nothing. Just a flicker of the dark-red visor in his eyes, and the leader Molten Rock Lizards exploded into bloody mist!
"What?!" The super-soldiers present were dumbfounded.
H-how did he do that?
Those leader-level monsters just… popped?
"I am the phoenix reborn, I am my own emperor~"
A background melody kicked in at the perfect moment, syncing flawlessly with Ye Chuan’s radiant golden armor.
But all eyes turned elsewhere—toward Zhang Chao, who was holding up his phone, playing the music. Noticing the stares, he coughed awkwardly.
"Ahem, I just thought it fit the mood."
After Zhang Chao turned off the music, Ye Chuan scanned the remaining Molten Rock Lizards in the distance. He raised a hand, initially planning to summon flying swords to wipe them out, but it didn’t seem to match his current armor’s style.
"Beam."
A low-tier light magic spell erupted—a thick, water-vat-sized ray instantly vaporized dozens of Molten Rock Lizards in the distance, the blinding golden light forcing everyone to shield their eyes.
A few more beams later, only deep trenches and scattered particles of evaporated monsters remained.
"Y-Ye Chuan, we can handle the rest," Wang Yanran quickly spoke up. She wasn’t entirely sure if this figure was really Ye Chuan, but with such an overwhelming presence, who else could it be?
Still, where did he get that golden armor?
Hearing her, Ye Chuan stopped. The remaining Molten Rock Lizards were already paralyzed with fear, trembling uncontrollably.
"Uh, Ye Chuan, monster remains are valuable for research," Wang Yanran explained. They needed materials for studies and equipment crafting.
While Ye Chuan’s instant kills were efficient, they left nothing behind—not even scraps.
"Mn." Ye Chuan acknowledged, then glanced at Lan Xiaoke, who was still dizzy from being tossed around. "Xiaoke, time to work."
"Wah-wah-wah?" Lan Xiaoke looked like she was about to throw up. Floating unsteadily, she whined, "Do I really have to?"
"Get moving. Why else would I bring you?" Ye Chuan crossed his arms, sitting on a rock, the metallic clinks of his armor producing a pleasing friction sound.
"Fine…" Lan Xiaoke didn’t dare complain. Despite being at the Foundation stage, she hadn’t learned any real combat techniques.
She reached under her skirt and pulled out a two-meter-long giant hammer.
Floating to the nearest Molten Rock Lizard—which couldn’t see her due to her ghostly form—she swung down.
"Hyah!"
The hammer crushed the lizard’s skull instantly, its body collapsing lifelessly.
One by one, Lan Xiaoke went around smashing heads. But to the other super-soldiers, it looked like the monsters were being drained by some unseen force.
Just… pop, pop, pop.
After all, aside from a few Wang family members, no one else could see Lan Xiaoke.
"Her combat methods are too limited…" Ye Chuan watched her mindlessly hammering away and considered giving her more techniques.
Right now, she was just bullying weaklings with sheer level advantage—against real opponents, she’d struggle.
The rift monsters were evolving faster than Ye Chuan expected. Foundation-level creatures were already appearing.
Meanwhile, Wang Yanran hesitated, clearly burning with curiosity about Ye Chuan’s armor.
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
