A suit of golden armor materialized on Ye Chuan's body, shimmering with a sacred radiance even in the darkness of night. With a single punch, he sent the two figures before him flying backward.
"It's actually a Magic Artifact!" The two slender men—Dark and Shadow—retreated swiftly, stopping at a safe distance as they narrowed their eyes, scrutinizing Ye Chuan's armor.
"Magic Artifact?" Though Ye Chuan wasn't entirely sure what the term meant, he could roughly guess it referred to some kind of wearable armor-like equipment.
Crack! A sharp sound rang out, and Ye Chuan noticed a fissure running along the armor on his forearm.
Their attacks are that strong?
The armor he wore was at the Golden Core level, matching his current cultivation stage. Yet, it had already sustained damage after just one exchange. Clearly, these two were at a higher level than him.
"Whatever. I’ll just upgrade it with some in-game currency later. It’s starting to lag behind my progress," Ye Chuan muttered, shaking his arm dismissively. After all, the armor was just a tool to enhance his defense.
"Hah, seems like it's only a mid-tier Magic Artifact," Dark sneered, his sharp eyes immediately catching the crack in Ye Chuan's armor. His initial wariness faded significantly.
"Mr. Ye! They’re the royal twin assassins—Shadowstrike! Both are fifth-tier assassins!" Irena urgently warned Ye Chuan.
Her only hope now rested on him, but since he hadn’t gained the upper hand in their first clash, she quickly relayed everything she knew.
"Fifth-tier? No wonder," Ye Chuan mused.
"Power Blessing." A crimson glow enveloped his body.
Dark and Shadow weren’t about to let him finish casting. They lunged forward, their daggers gleaming coldly in the dark as one blade pierced straight through Ye Chuan’s throat!
"M-Mr. Ye?!" Irena’s face turned deathly pale as she watched the blade impale him.
It’s over.
"Wait—!" Dark’s expression twisted as he yanked his dagger back—only to find no blood.
In fact, stabbing Ye Chuan had felt like slicing through air.
Wasn’t he wearing armor?!
"Defense Blessing. Crit Boost. Luck Enhancement. Berserk Amplification. Strength Surge…" Ye Chuan stood still, his body semi-transparent as he rapidly stacked buffs, his form flickering like a strobe light.
Dark and Shadow froze for a split second, utterly baffled by the sight.
"My turn." Shadow sensed danger and unsheathed his sword, channeling energy until it pulsed with violet light. "Demonblade Slash!"
A devastating purple arc tore through the air, swallowing Ye Chuan whole before carving a thousand-meter-long trench into the forest behind him.
As the light faded, Shadow calmly declared,
"It’s over."
But then, a voice cut through the smoke, making Shadow’s body jolt.
"Over? That’s all you got? One-hit wonder?"
Ye Chuan remained standing, completely unscathed.
"You—"
Before Shadow could react, Ye Chuan teleported in front of him and threw a single punch.
"Take this buffet of buffs."
The air compressed with a deafening boom, and in the blink of an eye, Shadow was reduced to a mist of blood.
Instant annihilation.
The crimson droplets splattered onto Ye Chuan’s armor, only to evaporate instantly under its golden glow. He turned his head, the red visor of his helmet gleaming ominously as he locked onto Dark.
"Sh-Shadow?!" Dark stood frozen, unable to process his brother’s sudden demise. Then, with a burst of terror, he turned and fled in a streak of black light.
"Shadowmeld!"
His body dissolved into the darkness, vanishing without a trace.
The fear of death gripped his heart as he sprinted through the shadowy forest.
I have to warn the master!
"Tch. Trying to run?" A voice echoed as if from the void. Dark glanced back—just in time to see a beam of light hurtling toward him.
BOOM!
The light consumed him, erasing even his soul.
Ye Chuan lowered his hand, the energy blast dissipating. With a casual wave, he summoned a soul banner and absorbed the remnants. Waste not, want not.
[Fifth-tier soul absorbed. Artifact boosts host attributes by +10%.]
He dismissed his armor with a flick of his wrist.
"Mediocre." Stretching lightly, he turned toward Irena—
"M-Mr. Ye…" Irena was stunned. She had never imagined Ye Chuan would obliterate Shadowstrike so effortlessly. Her mind reeled before she suddenly remembered—
"Torres!" She stumbled toward him, her voice breaking.
Torres lay motionless, his body drenched in blood, his breathing faint. He was barely clinging to life.
"Your Highness…" His eyelids fluttered weakly, consciousness slipping away.
"Hold on! Hold on! I’ll heal you!" Her hands trembled as she frantically poured potions over his wounds, but the blood kept flowing.
"No, no, no! Stop the bleeding!" She pressed down on his injuries, desperate.
His once-beige clothes were now a dark crimson, his body temperature plummeting.
"It’s… no use…" Torres forced a weak smile.
"Your Highness… listen…"
"You… must… live…"
"The empire’s… future…"
"And…"
"These days… fleeing with you… were… happy…" His hand twitched, reaching to wipe her tears, but it fell limp before he could.
"TORRES!!!!!!"
Irena clutched his hand, sobbing uncontrollably. "NO!!!!!!"
"Full Restoration." A voice cut through her grief. A surge of green energy enveloped Torres, and his body convulsed violently.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHH YEEEEAAAAHHHH OOOOOHHH!!!"
When the light faded, Torres sat up, dazed, patting his chest in disbelief.
His wounds… gone?
"One gold coin." Ye Chuan crossed his arms, deadpan. "Escort missions don’t include free healing."
Torres sniffed. "…?"
Irena, still on her knees, sniffed too. "…?"
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!"
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."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
