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. "…?"
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!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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?!
