"Assassinate the king?"
When Ye Chuan heard the young woman utter these words, he wondered if his ears were playing tricks on him.
The king?
Assassination?
"Uh, me?" Ye Chuan pointed at himself, tilting his neck slightly.
Though he considered himself quite capable, he wasn’t that capable.
Ye Chuan was only at the fourth-tier level. While stacking buffs to challenge higher tiers was manageable, leaping five or six major realms? That was a stretch.
After all, a king would surely have powerful guards protecting him.
"No, I meant something as difficult as assassinating a king." Isabella noticed Ye Chuan’s puzzled expression and quickly shifted the topic.
"You sounded pretty serious just now."
"It was just a joke." Though Isabella explained it away, Ye Chuan couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
"Really?" Still, Ye Chuan found the idea of assassinating a king unrealistic—though he could theoretically try. Activate spatial jump, phase through defenses, stab the king in the kidney, then vanish.
The number one assassin in the realm.
Immune to all physical and magical attacks—just charging in to stab your kidney. Scary, right?
In theory, it worked. Time to get started (not really).
"So, what’s the actual request?" Ye Chuan asked Isabella. Her sudden backtracking left him unsure what she really wanted.
Isabella hesitated for a moment before asking,
"Mr. Xi Xi, if one day you discovered that all your loved ones had turned into something… unfamiliar, what would you do?"
"I’m not sure I follow. Like, amnesia?" Ye Chuan pondered. If his family became strangers, did that mean he’d lost his memories?
"No, not that." Isabella’s breathing grew heavier, as if recalling something terrifying.
"For example… they turned into monsters. Into beings you no longer recognized."
"Monsters?"
Isabella seemed to realize she’d said too much. Her fingers clenched the hem of her skirt, aware she shouldn’t divulge so much to a man she’d only just met.
With a deep sigh, she turned and retreated to the carriage.
Ye Chuan watched her leave, lost in thought.
The break soon ended. Torres called out, and the resting adventurers began packing their gear, boarding the carriages to resume the journey.
Bored during the ride, Ye Chuan started experimenting with his magic techniques.
Given the sheer variety of spells he knew, he began considering the possibility of combining them.
For instance, wind magic + ice magic.
[Storm] + [Ice Shard]
Could that create something like an icy tornado?
Of course, this was all theoretical—pure mental simulation. He had no idea if it would actually work.
But with his infinite mana pool, Ye Chuan had endless opportunities to test his ideas.
Lilith really gave him an incredible gift.
Just then, the moving carriage came to a halt, interrupting his thoughts.
"What’s going on?!" Torres called out, noticing the lead carriage had stopped.
"The bridge ahead is broken!"
A shout came from the adventurers up front. Frowning, Torres stepped down to investigate.
Blocking their path was a small river, its only bridge partially destroyed—only a few wooden stumps and broken planks remained.
"This is troublesome." Torres hadn’t anticipated this.
He pulled a scroll from his pack—a map.
"Hmm…" After studying it, Torres realized the only alternative was a detour that would add at least half a day to their journey.
"Miss," he called outside the carriage, seeking Isabella’s input.
"Take the detour," Isabella replied, seeing no better option.
"Detour?" Ye Chuan, still seated in the carriage, turned to Torres. "How much longer will that take?"
Torres handed him the map, tracing the alternate route with his finger. "Sir Xi Xi, the detour would take half a day, possibly longer."
"Seriously?"
Ye Chuan blinked. That meant overtime.
Absolutely not.
The other adventurers, however, voiced no objections. As silver-ranked mercenaries, they were used to escort missions running behind schedule.
"That river…" Ye Chuan’s gaze settled on the water.
"If we just cross this, we’re good, right?"
"Yes, but the bridge is out. The carriages can’t ford it." Torres scratched his head in frustration. Normally, detours were the only solution.
Dragging the carriages across was impossible, and rebuilding the bridge would take even longer.
"I’ve got an idea," Ye Chuan said.
No overtime. Not a chance.
"You do, Sir Xi Xi?" Torres looked surprised.
"I’ll try."
Ye Chuan approached the riverbank, studying the flowing water. He raised a hand.
"Flash Freeze."
A burst of icy blue light erupted from his palm. The river’s current slowed, then stilled, rapidly freezing over.
In seconds, a hundred-meter stretch had turned to solid ice.
"We can just walk across, right?" Ye Chuan turned back, noting the stunned expressions of the adventurers.
"T-this… Such powerful ice magic! Sir Xi Xi, you know ice spells too?"
"Is that a problem?" Ye Chuan found Torres’ reaction odd. He hadn’t even used a high-tier spell—just a basic Flash Freeze.
"Well, most mages specialize in one or two elements due to their magic circuits’ affinity…" Torres muttered, recalling Ye Chuan’s gravity and light (?) magic. Now ice?
A triple-element mage?
"Specialization?" Ye Chuan vaguely remembered Lilith mentioning elemental affinities.
It was similar to spiritual roots.
But his own attribute was Chaos—the so-called "all-elements" magic, completely unrestricted.
"Anyway, that’s not the point. Can we cross now?"
"Let’s test it!" Torres stepped onto the ice, finding it rock-solid. He then tied some straw to the carriage wheels for traction.
Now they could safely proceed.
To avoid any danger, Torres decided to have Isabella disembark so he could escort her across the river personally, preventing any mishap where the carriage might slip and sweep the young lady away.
"Let's move on!"
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."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
