"The lord's residence? Walk to the end there and go up the stairs... See? The largest building is the manor where the lord lives."
"Huh? Rumors about the lord recently? Sorry, I don’t know anything. The lord has always been very good to us."
After gathering information from a passing elderly woman, Ye Chuan raised his head, his gaze settling on the distant building. Compared to the relatively low-rise structures around it, the manor stood out as particularly luxurious.
"Miss, I couldn’t gather any useful information either. Everyone seems to speak highly of Count Kangong," Torres said, jogging over to Irena, who stood beside Ye Chuan.
"Good work, Torres," Irena nodded.
The skin-walking monsters usually disguised themselves well, and Irena couldn’t determine whether Count Kangong had turned into one. But from the current situation, there didn’t seem to be anything unusual.
If only everything could go smoothly.
Moreover, this place was at the very edge of the empire. If even here those monsters appeared, then the empire truly had no hope left.
"Let’s go straight there," Irena took a deep breath, her emerald-green eyes flashing with resolve.
No matter what, they had to check.
The three of them headed directly toward the lord’s residence and soon arrived at their destination.
"Halt! This is the lord’s residence. Outsiders are not permitted to approach," a guard blocked them as soon as they drew near.
"Is Count Kangong inside?" Torres asked directly.
"The lord is in his estate," the guard frowned but answered nonetheless.
"I am Torres of the Rhinehart family from the royal capital. Please inform the lord that we have urgent matters to discuss," Torres immediately revealed his identity.
"Rhinehart?"
The Rhinehart family’s reputation in the empire was nothing short of illustrious. As a lineage of swordsmen, they had not only trained and supplied the empire with numerous powerful warriors but their patriarch, Soren, was even hailed as the strongest swordsman on the continent.
However, Soren was currently stationed in the empire’s northern territories. During their escape, Torres had written to him about the monsters but received no response.
[Could the patriarch have become a monster too?]
Torres dared not dwell on the possibility. But if even the king had turned into a monster, the continent’s strongest swordsman might not have been spared either.
"Wait a moment," the guard’s tone grew noticeably more respectful upon hearing the name, and he quickly called for another guard to relay the message.
After a brief wait, a man who appeared to be the steward emerged. His eyes swept over the three of them before settling on Torres.
"Please come in. The lord is waiting inside."
"Let’s go, Your Highness," Torres immediately said to Irena.
"Mm," Irena bit her lip lightly but mustered her courage and stepped forward.
Ye Chuan followed alongside them, unfazed. As a mercenary bodyguard, he didn’t feel much pressure.
After all, death was just death—the revival timer on the Tianxuan Continent had already reset.
He was still thinking about stabbing the Qingyun Sect’s patriarch in the back.
But Ye Chuan didn’t want this ninth princess to die. She was his new cash cow in this other world. If he could help her revive the empire, wouldn’t she become the queen?
And he? A king standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her.
"Pretty satisfying, even if it’s a tough challenge," Ye Chuan mused.
Upon entering the estate, the first thing that caught their eyes was a grand garden, meticulously maintained with blooming flowers and a small fountain spraying water.
Ye Chuan’s senses lingered on the fountain.
As they walked further, maids dressed in black-and-white uniforms bowed respectfully as they passed.
The gray-haired steward led the way with impeccable posture, remaining silent as he guided them.
If there really were skin-walking monsters, could they be detected through sensing?
Ye Chuan attempted to scan the steward with his spiritual sense, but the man seemed to notice immediately, turning his gaze toward Ye Chuan.
"Sir, using detection magic so casually is hardly polite behavior."
He actually noticed?
Ye Chuan wasn’t sure of the man’s strength, but if he could detect spiritual sense so easily, he must be a high-level expert.
He was still too weak.
No power—
Ye Chuan sighed. If only he could afford that 999 Heavenly Emperor Card.
Right now, all he could do was use his intangibility to stab people in the back—not nearly as satisfying.
The three were led to a spacious meeting room, empty for now. The steward paused and turned.
"Please wait here. The lord will arrive shortly."
Soon, a side door slowly opened, and a robust man in his fifties strode in.
Dressed in lavish robes, his hair half-gray, he had a square face with a vicious scar running down to his chin and sharp, piercing eyes.
"Rhinehart family…" The man’s gaze lingered on Torres briefly before shifting away, finally settling on Irena beside him.
Irena removed her hood, letting her silver-white hair cascade down. Her jade-green eyes locked onto him.
"It’s me, Lord Kaiaolen."
"Princess?" At the sight of Irena’s signature silver hair, Count Kangong Kaiaolen fell silent for a moment before suddenly raising his hand.
"Seize the ninth princess—she’s been possessed by evil!"
At his command, hurried footsteps echoed as armed guards poured in from both sides, their weapons trained on Ye Chuan and the others.
"Well, well," Ye Chuan remarked at the sight. "Straight to violence, huh?"
Among the guards were mages, who immediately cast binding spells, restraining Irena and Torres effortlessly.
As for Ye Chuan, due to his unique constitution, the magic had no effect on him.
"Damn it!" Torres struggled but couldn’t move an inch.
"I’m not possessed, Lord Kaiaolen!" Irena still couldn’t tell whether he was a skin-walking monster, but she protested vehemently.
Kaiaolen ignored her, turning away.
"Take them to the dungeon. I’ll interrogate them personally."
At that moment, the guards noticed Ye Chuan remained unbound.
"Subdue him," Kaiaolen frowned.
The steward beside him vanished in an instant, reappearing with a grappling hand aimed at Ye Chuan’s arm.
But Ye Chuan was faster. In a flash, he appeared beside Kaiaolen, a sword pressed against his neck.
"…" Feeling the cold steel against his throat, Kaiaolen spoke icily.
"Teleportation magic?"
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.”
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.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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."
