As Ye Chuan continued absorbing the souls of those demonic creatures, the power of his Soul Banner grew increasingly formidable. Translucent chains flew out as if they cost nothing, reaping one soul after another.
Hordes of Glowspider Venomants fell, yet even more of them surged forward relentlessly!
Ye Chuan watched as his artifact's attributes steadily increased, his gaze settling on the tide of spiders.
The sheer density of their numbers made him slightly nauseous—especially since most were palm-sized spiders, swarming forward in a dark, seething mass.
"Activate!"
Ye Chuan instantly triggered Ghost Etherealization!
At the cost of halving his magic resistance, he became immune to most physical attacks.
And what was his magic resistance?
[Infinity × ½]
The spiders lunged at him madly, only to pass right through his body. Meanwhile, the Soul Banner voraciously devoured the surrounding souls. Without hesitation, Ye Chuan began summoning fireballs.
"Meteor Shower, descend."
Fireballs rained down one after another, exploding against the ground. Waves of scorching flames incinerated the venomous spiders, while their souls were completely absorbed by the banner.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Each fireball erupted into a sea of flames upon impact. Within moments, the swarm of Glowspider Venomants had been reduced to half their original numbers.
Deep within the labyrinth, a massive spider—standing five to six meters tall—sharpened its metallic, blade-like limbs. Its bulbous green eyes gleamed with an unsettling, almost human-like intelligence.
"Are you the Glowspider Venomant King?" A sudden voice rang out. The king’s compound eyes instantly locked onto the figure standing before it.
"Skreee!" It raised its scythe-like limbs high.
"Shut up." Ye Chuan lifted the Soul Banner and smashed it down—
The skull of the Glowspider Venomant King, a being of equal cultivation level, exploded on impact. Green blood mist sprayed in all directions.
"Pathetic." Ye Chuan flicked the blood off the banner.
His attributes were stacked too high. Even opponents of the same realm couldn’t survive a single exchange.
A 1% increase here, a 1% increase there—soon, the damage became overwhelming.
A chain lashed out, ensnaring the soul of the Glowspider Venomant King. Ignoring its desperate struggles, Ye Chuan ruthlessly dragged it into the banner.
After the king’s death, Ye Chuan stored its enormous corpse in his inventory. With their leader gone, the remaining Glowspider Venomants scattered in panic.
Ye Chuan ignored the stragglers, instead using his spiritual sense to search the area.
"That thing Niya mentioned…" He glanced around until his senses detected something—a pendant hidden among the half-melted spider silk.
The pendant held an emerald-green gemstone. Ye Chuan stored it in his inventory and checked its description.
[Item: Gemstone Pendant
Seems to be someone’s personal keepsake.]
"Whatever. Let’s get out of here."
……
……
"That guy… he’ll be fine, right?" On the second floor of the labyrinth, Niya leaned against a wall, idly flipping her dagger.
She tossed it into the air, caught the hilt with precision, and repeated the motion over and over.
"Instant-cast magic…"
She knew Ye Chuan was strong, but the Glowspider Venomant King was no pushover.
That monster excelled at summoning its kin for battle. Its chitinous exoskeleton and limbs were harder than steel, and its magic-resistant silk made it a nightmare for most adventurers.
And Ye Chuan was a mage.
"Ah, whatever. I’ll just check on him. If he’s dead, I can drag his body to the church for revival… assuming it’s not too mangled." Niya stood up, about to descend to the third floor, when she spotted a figure soaring upward.
"You escaped?"
Seeing Ye Chuan unharmed, she frowned. His clothes weren’t even dirty—no signs of a fight.
"Escape?" Ye Chuan scoffed. "What if I just wiped out all those monsters instead?"
"You were only in there for a short while."
"Long enough." He snapped his fingers. With a heavy thud, the colossal corpse of the Glowspider Venomant King crashed onto the floor, its skull shattered and green blood pooling beneath it.
"The Glowspider Venomant King… How?" Niya examined the blunt-force trauma on the corpse, then skeptically eyed Ye Chuan’s slender arms. Was he secretly a warrior?
Impossible.
But after traveling with Ye Chuan briefly, Niya had grown accustomed to absurdities. She suddenly asked, "Did you see any corpses inside?"
"Corpses?"
"Adventurers’."
"No." Ye Chuan shook his head. He’d scanned the area with his spiritual sense immediately and found nothing.
Most likely, the spiders had devoured them completely.
"Is this what you were looking for?" He held out the pendant, noticing Niya’s expression shift. Her eyes glazed over as she stared at it.
"Niya?"
"This is it…" She took the pendant, clutching it tightly as if her chest ached.
A pained look crossed her face. "Why…?"
"Did you lose this?"
"No…" Niya met Ye Chuan’s gaze, then shook her head. "Since the Glowspider Venomant King is dead, our partnership ends here. Maybe we’ll work together again someday."
With that, she staggered slightly but quickly vanished from sight.
"That’s it?" Ye Chuan blinked.
Just like that?
……
"Whatever. Back to Yisu Town."
Though puzzled by Niya’s behavior, Ye Chuan left the labyrinth and returned to town. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the Adventurer’s Guild’s oak door remained half-open.
Inside, drunk adventurers snored on the floor, and the reception desk was still unmanned.
"Guess I finished the quest too early." Ye Chuan checked the time.
Without the reward, he couldn’t visit the succubus den yet—though he was curious about what lay inside.
"Are you, by chance, a mage?" A voice interrupted his thoughts. Ye Chuan turned to see a gaunt man in black robes addressing him from a nearby table. A staff rested beside him—clearly a fellow spellcaster.
"How’d you know I’m a mage?" Ye Chuan replied casually.
"Heh. You don’t look like a warrior or a thief. You give off… a familiar aura." The man chuckled. "Besides, we mages love burning the midnight oil studying magic."
"Are you in need of assistance?"
"Actually, yes."
"May I be of service?"
"Sure. Lend me some money. I want to visit a succubus."
"?" The gaunt male mage froze for a moment. "I—I meant... something bigger, more meaningful."
Ye Chuan responded earnestly, "Lend me some money. I want to find a bigger succubus."
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.”
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."
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
