Ye Chuan responded casually to the man's greeting before turning his attention back to the quest board. If possible, he wanted to take on higher-difficulty missions—not only would the rewards be better, but it would also speed up his advancement as a registered adventurer. Tasks like cleaning or unclogging drains held no appeal for him.
The man didn’t seem surprised by Ye Chuan’s indifference. After all, in his experience, mages were generally hard to approach.
"I’d like to commission a Gold-rank or higher adventurer to escort our young lady to the territory of Count Kangong," the man said.
"Gold-rank or higher, is it?" Eisien replied. "Certainly. Our guild currently has sixteen registered Gold-rank adventurers, but they’re all out on assignments at the moment. If you post the quest, we should have a response within a week."
"A week?" The man frowned slightly before turning to the silver-haired young woman behind him. "My lady, if it takes a week, I’m afraid we won’t make it in time..."
"My apologies," Eisien said with a regretful expression, though her gaze subtly shifted toward Ye Chuan, who was still browsing the quest board. "Gold-rank adventurers are rare, after all. If the matter is urgent, perhaps..." She trailed off before adding, "If you’re interested, you could inquire with that gentleman over there—Sir Ye Chuan."
At her gesture, both the man and the silver-haired woman turned to look.
"Is he... a Gold-rank adventurer?" the man asked, recalling Ye Chuan’s earlier display of skill.
"Silver-rank," Eisien clarified.
Hearing this, the man’s expression dimmed slightly. Most Silver-rank adventurers were only at the second or third tier—not weak, but hardly sufficient for their needs.
"However," Eisien continued, "Sir Ye Chuan recently hunted a mutated Glowspider Queen."
"A mutated Glowspider Queen?" The man’s eyes widened in surprise. "Shouldn’t that require a Gold-rank party?"
"Indeed," Eisien nodded, her tone implying much about Ye Chuan’s strength. "He only registered as an adventurer last night and has only completed that one mission so far."
The man immediately grasped her meaning. After a brief hesitation, he turned to the young woman for her opinion.
"Torres, go ask him," the girl said from beneath her hood, her voice clear and melodious.
"My lady, his background is still unclear..."
"Go."
"As you wish."
Just then, Ye Chuan plucked a quest slip for hunting a slime swarm from the board—only for the man who had greeted him earlier to approach once more.
"Sir Mage," the man said, placing a fist over his chest in a gesture Ye Chuan didn’t recognize, "I am Torres, a paladin."
"What can I do for you?" Ye Chuan asked, wary.
Had he changed his mind?
Did he want his money back?
Torres didn’t seem bothered by Ye Chuan’s cold tone—typical for a mage, he supposed—and instead bowed slightly. "I’d like to formally invite you to accept my commission."
For a moment, Ye Chuan just stared before breaking into a grin. "Now we’re talking."
As long as it wasn’t about taking money back, he was all for it. Better yet, if it meant more money.
Torres blinked at the sudden shift in Ye Chuan’s demeanor. What just happened?
"Shall we discuss this seated?"
"Sure."
The adventurer’s guild doubled as a tavern, with plenty of tables for conversation. Once seated, Torres remained standing—a towering figure at nearly two meters tall, his short hair and sharp features giving off an air of reliability.
Instead, the silver-haired girl took the seat across from Ye Chuan, while Torres stood respectfully at her side.
Ye Chuan guessed she was young from the glimpse of her hands beneath her sleeves—pale, slender, and delicate. Even with her face hidden, he could imagine her beauty.
"Isabella," she said.
"Hm?"
"My name."
"Miss Yi, then."
"Miss... Yi?" She paused, then dismissed the odd address. Adventurers were eccentric by nature, after all.
"I’d like you to escort me to the territory of Count Kangong."
"An escort mission? No problem." Still, Ye Chuan asked, "How far is it?"
"About three days’ journey," Torres answered.
"Three days?"
That was manageable. As long as it wasn’t too long, he could handle it.
"Fine. What’s the pay?"
"One hundred gold coins."
"One hundred gold..." Ye Chuan wasn’t entirely sure of the conversion rate between gold and silver, so he asked outright, "How many silver coins equal one gold?"
Even Isabella seemed taken aback by the question.
"Under the current exchange rate in the Hill Empire, one gold coin is roughly a thousand silver," Torres explained.
"Ten thousand succubus visits?" Ye Chuan muttered, finally grasping the amount.
"Succubus?"
"When do we leave?"
"Tonight."
"Tonight? Alright." Ye Chuan stood. "I’ll meet you back here at the tavern by evening. See you then."
With that, he strode off without another word, as if he had urgent business elsewhere.
Once he was gone, Torres knelt on one knee and spoke in a hushed tone. "My lady, that mage... he’s suspicious."
"Not only did he just register last night, but he doesn’t even know the exchange rate between silver and gold."
"I suspect—"
Before he could finish, Isabella cut him off. "Torres, strange as he may be, what matters is his strength."
"He’s powerful."
"Gold-rank adventurers are generally at least fourth-tier," Torres argued.
Isabella gazed out the window, her eyes following Ye Chuan’s retreating figure. "No. He’s likely far beyond that."
"When the earth dragon went berserk earlier, I sensed his mana."
She lowered her lashes, her voice soft but certain. "His power... is like an abyss. Unfathomable."
Torres stiffened. Was she serious?
"How is that possible? He looks so young... Could he be a disguised archmage?"
"No. He truly is young."
"Then..."

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.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.

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."