Ye Chuan patted Torres’ shoulder, who was standing right in front of him, then moved his hand once more.
“Gravity Field.”
The arrows flying towards them froze completely under the oppressive force of gravity. Despite their overwhelming numbers, wave after wave of arrows clattered uselessly to the ground.
Realizing that their arrows couldn’t harm Ye Chuan, the group hiding in the shadows understood how troublesome a mage could be. Immediately, a voice rang out,
“Scatter and rush in! Take down that mage first! He can’t keep casting spells non-stop!”
Suddenly, torches flared up in the darkness, and dozens of men emerged from the corners—bathed in flickering firelight, their attire was a chaotic mix: some wore leather jackets, others wore armor, their overall quality wildly inconsistent. Their footsteps were disorderly, like a band of ruffians.
And without exception, all their attention was locked on Ye Chuan.
“They’re local bandits,” Torres said, raising his shield. “Lord Xixi, I’ll buy you time to cast your spells.”
With that, he slammed his shield down onto the ground.
“Blessing of Defense!”
A green glow radiated from Torres’ sturdy frame as he faced the charging bandits with a serious expression.
By common understanding, the more powerful a mage’s spell, the longer the incantation time required—especially for spells with area effects, each needing a certain amount of chanting.
Even high-level mages were no exception. Rumor had it some mastered “Accelerated Chanting,” but even so, continuous rapid casting of area spells was impossible.
“No problem.” Ye Chuan’s spiritual senses could gauge that these bandits weren’t particularly strong. Even the leader, a middle-aged man wielding a large broadsword, was only about third-tier level.
Even if Ye Chuan didn’t intervene, the silver-rank adventurers in their team could handle them, though the numbers disadvantage would cause some losses.
Ye Chuan clenched his hand in midair, and a massive black banner appeared in his grip, black flames swirling around it, exuding a thick aura of menace.
“T-This…” Torres was visibly shaken by the ominous aura radiating from the banner in Ye Chuan’s hand.
“What is that…”
Ye Chuan didn’t answer Torres. Instead, he shook the soul banner in his hand, chanting newly improvised words as he activated it.
“Light attribute magic, Purification of Sin.”
The banner emitted a ghostly, piercing wail. Then dozens of chains materialized, piercing through the bandits’ bodies in an instant, their terrified eyes wide with horror!
The chains tightened instantly, stripping their souls away one by one, drawing them into Ye Chuan’s soul banner.
Screams echoed in the air. In just a short while, all the bandits collapsed, reduced to soulless shells.
“T-This is light attribute magic?” Torres pointed at the soul banner in Ye Chuan’s hand, swallowing hard—he had never seen such a sinister form of light magic before.
“Yeah, see the purple glow? It’s the light of purifying sin,” Ye Chuan said. “Amitabha, the Holy Light.”
Torres felt he shouldn’t ask any more questions. Nearby, a few adventurers who witnessed the scene were dumbfounded.
Could this man be a necromancer?
Torres stepped forward to inspect the bodies of the bandits. After a thorough check, he realized it wasn’t a premeditated ambush—just a common robbery by petty thieves.
“Miss, are you alright?”
“No harm done. Let’s keep moving.” The voice from inside remained calm, showing no sign of being shaken by the recent attacks from monsters and bandits.
“Yes, ma’am!”
After dealing with the bodies, the carriage resumed its journey.
The road ahead was much smoother, with no further encounters with monsters or attacks. Time passed, and eventually, dawn began to break.
…
“Want to get some sleep?” Ye Chuan, still fairly alert, turned to ask Torres, who was sitting beside him.
“Lord Xixi, won’t you rest?” Torres’ voice carried a hint of fatigue, but he shook his head.
After last night’s attack, Torres had upgraded his form of address from “sir” to “lord,” probably because he had witnessed Ye Chuan’s strange and terrifying power firsthand.
Rest?
“I have my own way of resting,” Ye Chuan smiled.
In fact, he had already logged off once. But after saving the game and logging back in, no time had passed here—it was a seamless transition.
“This is Magic Dew Grass. It helps keep you alert.” Torres pulled a green herb from his small pouch and began chewing it. That seemed to be his method of staying awake.
For the next few days, to avoid any accidents, Ye Chuan didn’t plan on sleeping at all.
“Lord Xixi, would you like some?” Torres held out the herb.
“No, thanks.” Seeing Torres’ earnest expression, Ye Chuan snapped his fingers, and a soft emerald light instantly enveloped his body.
“What’s that...?”
Torres felt the fatigue vanish instantly and quickly caught on. “A dispelling spell?”
“Yes,” Ye Chuan replied.
After all, he had spent money on various strange magic spells, including this simple one that dispels negative status effects and keeps you alert.
“Much appreciated.”
“No problem.” Ye Chuan didn’t forget to add, “Oh, by the way, ten silver coins a use.”
Torres: “...”
Is this lord really that broke?
The carriage rolled into a relatively open plain. Aside from a few harmless monsters in the distance, there was nothing truly dangerous around.
“Torres, let’s rest here for a while.” Isabella’s voice came from inside the carriage.
“Yes, ma’am!”
The horses had been traveling all night and were thoroughly exhausted. Once the carriage stopped, the other adventurers began setting up camp.
Ye Chuan found a large rock to sit on and took a moment to rest. Gazing at the alien world’s scenery, he couldn’t help but admire it.
*Rustle, rustle.* The sound of feet brushing against the grass caught his attention. He glanced sideways and noticed a young woman standing beside him.
She spoke softly, “May I talk with you for a while, Mr. Xixi?”
“Of course, Miss I.” Ye Chuan smiled and slightly shifted his position. “Have a seat here.”
Isabella paused for a moment. She glanced at the large rock beneath Ye Chuan’s seat, unsure whether she should try to jump up and sit beside him or if she simply didn’t want to share the spot. Instead, she just took a few steps closer.
“Thank you for stepping in last night.”
“You’re my employer; there’s no need to thank me,” Ye Chuan replied with a slight smile, sensing her politeness.
“...” The young woman fell silent for a moment before speaking again. “Mr. Xi Xi, now that this escort mission is over, may I hire you as my bodyguard for a while?”
“What do you mean? Are you booking me for your next assignment?”
“Exactly. You could put it that way. But this next job will be far more challenging,” Isabella said. “Of course, the pay won’t be low.”
“Go on, I’m listening.”
“To assassinate the King of Hill Country.”
Ye Chuan blinked in surprise.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
