As evening fell, Wang Yanran immediately released news about the transformation device, announcing it in the name of the Alliance to all the major families.
This news exploded like a depth charge, sending shockwaves through the superhuman community.
"No way?"
"Huh? Transforming armor? Has technology advanced this much since the appearance of the dimensional rifts?"
"Seriously, did we really flick cigarette butts at aliens on the dark side of the moon or something?"
"Is this for real? So the armored warriors weren’t just special effects?"
"Just armor? I wanna transform into a Kamen Rider too."
At first, some doubted the authenticity of the news. But after seeing footage of Ye Chuan wreaking havoc in the armor and learning that the Wang family had disclosed this in the Alliance’s name, no one questioned its validity anymore.
Once it was confirmed to be true—and that the transformation could grant ninth-tier superhuman strength—many families rushed to the Wang residence that very night, eager to verify the details of the transformation device.
"Yanran, there are a lot of people outside, all here to see you," said Wang Yanran’s father.
"I know," she nodded. "Where’s Grandpa?"
"Your grandfather heard that a single transformation device can turn someone into a ninth-tier superhuman. He’s sulking in a corner hugging a pillow right now."
"Uh…"
……
One after another, people streamed into the Wang residence, all directed to the conference room. Given the importance of the discussion, it wouldn’t do to have everyone crammed into the living room.
Seeing the crowd, Wang Yanran wasn’t surprised by their eagerness. After all, an additional combatant could drastically shift a family’s standing, influencing their status and the distribution of resources from the dimensional rifts.
"Miss Yanran, what does this transformation device look like? Can you show us?"
"Yeah, is it really true that it can rival a ninth-tier superhuman?"
"Miss Wang, can we give it a try?"
Voices clamored from all directions.
Seated calmly at the head of the conference table, Wang Yanran placed a metal box in front of her—the mass-produced transformation device provided by Ye Chuan.
"Of course," she said, her gaze settling on one of the superhumans present. "What’s your tier?"
"Me? I’m a fifth-tier superhuman," the man pointed at himself.
"Come here, then."
As soon as Wang Yanran spoke, the man stepped forward eagerly. "Heh, so I get to try it out?"
Lucky me.
"No. You’ll be the test dummy for the armor."
Her words instantly deflated his excitement.
Wait, you called me up here just to get beaten up?
Unlucky me.
"As for the transformation device…" Before Wang Yanran could continue, someone else interjected, "Miss Wang, you’re already a ninth-tier superhuman. If you’re the one transforming, wouldn’t it be hard to gauge the device’s true power?"
The others nodded in agreement. After all, if Wang Yanran—already at the pinnacle of strength—defeated someone while armored, how could they measure the device’s capabilities?
Wang Yanran smirked, as if she’d anticipated this. "Naturally, I don’t plan to transform myself."
Besides, transforming would actually weaken her.
Hmph.
She turned toward the door and called out, "Nuonuo."
At her voice, a petite girl barely over three feet tall walked in. "Sis."
"My sister will be the one to demonstrate."
The sight of the adorable Wang Nuonuo left everyone stunned—even the fifth-tier superhuman blinked in disbelief. "This tiny thing?"
"Mm." Wang Yanran handed the transformation device to her sister. "Nuonuo, you’ve practiced, right? Show them how it’s done."
Wang Nuonuo nodded, then slapped the device against her stomach. "Nuonuo Armor, merge!"
"Armor merge!" A powerful mechanical voice rang out as multiple afterimages flickered and consolidated into one. In an instant, Wang Nuonuo was clad in pristine white armor. Given her small stature, the suit looked undeniably cute.
Though the sight of a child transforming into armor was somewhat comical, the superhumans present grew serious when they saw the armor materialize.
So it really works—just like the special effects in those tokusatsu shows.
"You sure she’s really ninth-tier?" The fifth-tier superhuman challenger clearly didn’t buy it. Who could believe this tiny squirt had the power of a ninth-tier superhuman?
No way. Absolutely no way!
In the superhuman world, ninth-tier was the realm of Alliance leaders—figures so far beyond a fifth-tier’s reach that even looking at them took courage, let alone fighting one.
And this little squirt is ninth-tier?
"Go on, hit me with your best shot," the superhuman taunted.
"Nuonuo’s not scared of you!" Wang Nuonuo raised a stubby leg, striking a pose like a golden rooster standing on one foot, then beckoned with a tiny hand.
"You—come at me!"
"Alright, let’s see if this armor makes you as tough as you talk." The fifth-tier superhuman summoned ice crystals. "Watch out, kid!"
With a flick of his wrist, dozens of icy spikes shot toward Wang Nuonuo, shattering against her armor in a rapid series of cracks.
"That attack’s no joke—" His voice trailed off as he realized his strikes hadn’t even made her budge.
The room fell silent as everyone grasped the implications.
"Nuonuo’s turn!" Wang Nuonuo charged forward, her movements clumsy but lightning-fast.
In just a few steps, she was right in front of him, tiny fist pulled back—
BAM!
The seemingly soft punch landed with the force of a wrecking ball. The fifth-tier superhuman flew backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the wall with a heavy thud.
"Y-you okay?" The others rushed to help him up. "Kids don’t know their own strength."
"Pfft, it’s just a kid," he groaned, face purpling as he forced himself upright.
"…I’m fiiine."
The moment he spat blood and collapsed unconscious, the room erupted.
"Quick, get him to medical!" He was swiftly carried away.
The remaining superhumans stared at Wang Nuonuo with newfound awe. Whether or not she was truly ninth-tier, that power was at least seventh or eighth-tier!
"Miss Wang—how much for one?!"
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)
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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."
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.
