Due to the anti-slip treatment, the carriage showed no noticeable skidding as it crossed the icy surface. Once back on solid ground, it resumed its journey.
The group boarded the carriages again, continuing their orderly advance toward the destination.
However, as they traversed a mountainous stretch, the lead carriage came to another abrupt halt. Torres frowned and stepped down, only to hear the adventurers ahead call out,
"The road’s blocked!"
Torres moved to the front and saw massive boulders piled high, completely obstructing the path. Though the height wasn’t insurmountable for a person to climb over, the carriages had no chance of passing.
One problem after another made Torres scratch his head in frustration. Could someone be sabotaging them?
"So, we have to detour again?" Torres muttered, eyeing the sturdy boulders before pulling out the map. According to it, bypassing this section would add significant time to their journey.
With no other choice, Torres returned to the carriages. This time, however, he didn’t consult Isabella. Instead, he turned to Ye Chuan. "Xi Xi, the path is blocked by these boulders. Do you have a way to clear them?"
Having witnessed Ye Chuan’s abilities, Torres believed dealing with the obstacle would be trivial for him.
"First a broken bridge, now a ruined road…" Ye Chuan rested his cheek on one hand, his eyes half-lidded.
"Someone’s definitely messing with us, aren’t they?"
"Perhaps, but we must reach Count Kangong’s territory," Torres explained. Seeing Ye Chuan’s indifferent expression, he quickly added, "Don’t worry, Xi Xi, your payment won’t be shortchanged. In fact, we’ll add a bonus."
"You make it sound like I’m some money-grubber," Ye Chuan said sternly—before tacking on,
"How much extra?"
Torres fell silent for a moment, then rubbed his hands awkwardly. "Uh… how much would you like?"
"Never mind. Consider this part of the job." With that, Ye Chuan vanished and reappeared before the boulders in an instant.
Spatial magic?!
"He used spatial magic?!" The other adventurers in the group had already been stunned by Ye Chuan’s abilities multiple times, but his teleportation left them utterly shaken.
Among all magical attributes, [Spatial] and [Temporal] magic were the rarest.
"Just a few worthless rocks." Ye Chuan glanced back at the adventurers. "You can’t even handle this?"
"It’d take too long to clear them," one admitted sheepishly. Most of them were warriors or guards, after all.
The boulders blocking the path numbered in the hundreds, each several meters tall—far too laborious to remove manually.
"Fine. Let’s just obliterate them." Ye Chuan raised a hand, preparing to unleash a magic beam.
But then he seemed to reconsider. With a casual wave, the hundreds of boulders vanished into his backpack.
Hmm. Much more convenient.
No need to risk spooking the horses with an explosion.
Watching the rocks disappear in an instant, the adventurers and Torres gaped in disbelief, some even rubbing their eyes.
Where did the boulders go?
"Xi Xi, how did the rocks just… vanish?"
"Oh, they missed their mommy and burrowed underground," Ye Chuan replied flippantly.
Torres understood Ye Chuan wasn’t interested in explaining further. Grateful, he motioned for the carriages to resume their journey.
With the obstacle cleared, they drew closer to their destination.
…
Night fell over the makeshift camp in the forest.
The adventurers cooked their rations, taking a brief rest to replenish their energy. The air carried the damp, slightly rotten scent of fallen leaves.
Seated on a fallen log, Ye Chuan ignored the waterskin Torres offered him. "Xi Xi, care for some wyvern milk? It’ll restore your stamina."
"Wyvern milk?"
"Yes, it’s revitalizing."
"Did you drink from that first?"
Torres stiffened, realizing his oversight. "Ah—my apologies, Xi Xi. Let me fetch a clean container—"
"Don’t bother." Ye Chuan waved him off.
His gaze swept over the chatting adventurers before settling on Torres. After a pause, he spoke again.
"Torres, you and that ‘Miss Yi’ aren’t ordinary, are you?"
Torres’s hand froze mid-air before he slowly lowered the waterskin. "I’m sorry, Xi Xi. I can’t discuss that."
"No matter. We’re just bound by a contract anyway." Ye Chuan had no intention of pressing further—truthfully, he wasn’t particularly interested.
But Isabella’s earlier mention of assassinating the king had left him pondering.
"How much farther to our destination?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Once we cross this forest, we’re nearly there," Torres replied.
Unlike open plains, forests at night were treacherous, so Torres planned to depart at dawn.
"Good." Ye Chuan yawned and closed his eyes, signaling the end of the conversation.
Assuming he wanted rest, Torres quietly stepped away to patrol the perimeter of the camp.
"Tap, tap."
The night deepened, the forest silent save for the chirping of insects and the occasional crackle of the campfire. Adventurers took turns keeping watch while the rest slept to regain their strength.
"…" Torres sat by the fire, absently feeding it more wood. Under his breath, he murmured,
"Father… Mother… Sister…"
Memories of recent events weighed heavily on him, stirring a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Everyone… isn’t the same anymore…"
Shaking off his thoughts, Torres stood to inspect the carriages—only to freeze in horror, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
His body refused to move.
Unnoticed by him, a peculiar scent lingered in the air.
"[Paralysis]?"
"Purifying Blessing!" Torres tried to activate a skill, but his weakened state made even summoning energy impossible.
"Save your breath."
Rustling came from the bushes as two gaunt, masked men emerged, daggers in hand. "Heh. The paralyzing mist finally took effect. Slow, but reliable…"
"Y-You’re—!" Torres’s eyes darted toward the nearby carriage.
"Your Highness!"
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.
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."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
