"Me? Me?" The guard took a step back, staring in disbelief at the crimson glow emanating from his body.
It was a red both bewitching and domineering.
The vivid contrast between the red light and his green pants was impossible to miss.
Even in broad daylight, the glow burned so intensely that it seemed to irrefutably mark him as the werewolf.
"I’m not! I swear I’m not! Your Highness, I came with you today—I’m just an ordinary guard!" The guard immediately dropped to his knees, kowtowing frantically before the princess and Kaiaolen.
His voice trembled, on the verge of tears.
"I have a wife… a child… they’re waiting for me at home. I’m not a monster!"
"I… I did come here with this guard, so I recognize him," the princess murmured, hesitating as she watched him prostrate himself before her.
If he really were a monster, why wouldn’t he have attacked her when they were alone earlier?
"Hmm…" Kaiaolen studied the kowtowing guard for a few seconds before shifting his gaze to Ye Chuan. "Sir Xi, the red glow is practically confirmation, isn’t it?"
"Hard to say," Ye Chuan shrugged. "But I trust my magic."
This spell came from Lilith—was there anything unreliable about that woman?
Kaiaolen strode toward the kneeling guard, his expression cold as he reached out and seized the man’s throat.
"Ugh…" The guard choked as Kaiaolen’s grip tightened, his face turning deathly pale.
"My wife… my child…"
"I…"
To anyone watching, he seemed nothing like a monster—just an ordinary man, terrified and helpless.
"Wait." A voice cut through the tension.
It was Ye Chuan. "Hold on a second."
Kaiaolen released his grip, and the guard collapsed to the ground, coughing violently. The others watched with pity, some even casting doubtful glances at Ye Chuan.
If this was a monster, it was the most convincing one they’d ever seen.
"I… I’m not a monster," the guard gasped.
"I believe you," Ye Chuan said, placing a hand on the guard’s shoulder.
The guard froze—along with everyone else nearby.
Wait, weren’t you the one who just accused him?
"Let me check something," Ye Chuan said, his chaotic energy spreading from his palm, coiling around the guard’s body.
At first, nothing happened. Then, the guard’s face began to darken, his eyes rolling back, his mouth stretching open—far wider than any human’s should.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" A shrill, infant-like shriek tore from his throat.
With a sickening rip, his skin split apart, revealing a towering purple monstrosity—a wolf-like abomination covered in writhing, worm-like tendrils, its head studded with dozens of eyes.
"It really is a monster!"
"It’s true!"
The surrounding guards immediately drew their weapons, charging forward.
The creature let out another ear-piercing screech, its voice still eerily human. "Damn it, what kind of magic is this?!"
It lunged straight for Ye Chuan, recognizing him as the greatest threat—his detection magic was their worst nightmare.
"You’re dying here today!"
Claws slashed toward Ye Chuan’s face, but he didn’t flinch. He merely smirked. "I reckon you can’t even scratch me."
The claws struck his shoulder—and left not a single mark.
"Roar?!" The monster stiffened in shock before bolting toward the manor gates.
It had to escape. It had to warn the others.
"Hmph. Trying to run?" Ye Chuan snorted, raising a hand. "Little dragon, go."
Kaiaolen blinked, realizing the command was for him. Suppressing the urge to impale Ye Chuan with a Dragonfang Strike, he shot forward like a shadow.
In the next instant, Kaiaolen was behind the monster. His hand morphed into a draconic claw, slicing through the air—and the creature’s body—with a single, brutal motion.
"Your detection spell is effective," Kaiaolen said as he returned.
"But… there are too many people to check."
While thrilled that Ye Chuan had found a way to expose the monsters, inspecting every citizen was impossible. The empire was vast, and if some hid among the commonfolk, they’d never be found.
"Just teach other mages," Ye Chuan suggested. "It’s not that complicated."
"You’d share this magic?" Kaiaolen asked, surprised.
Spells were closely guarded secrets—most mages would never teach them unless they took an apprentice.
"I don’t care."
"Sir Xi, you’re truly selfless," Kaiaolen admitted. Princess Irena and Torres looked at Ye Chuan with newfound respect.
"For a price," he added.
Kaiaolen’s expression froze.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ye Chuan scoffed. "Last night, you asked me to find a way to identify these things. I worked all night, scoured 108,000 ancient texts, and barely managed to uncover this spell. Did you think I’d hand it over for free?"
"That’s fair," Irena conceded, nodding. After such effort, compensation was reasonable.
"Can someone read 108,000 books in one night?" Torres scratched his head.
"…" Kaiaolen knew better than to argue. With the empire in crisis, he cut to the chase.
"The empire is in peril. As one of us—"
"I’m from China," Ye Chuan interrupted.
Kaiaolen paused for half a second before sighing. "How much?"
"Now we’re talking. Not that I’m some greedy miser—hey, what’s with those looks?" Ye Chuan grinned.
"I’ll provide it for free first. Once the empire’s safe, you’ll owe me one favor."
"Sir Xi, what kind of favor?" Irena asked.
"Haven’t decided yet," he said, smirking.
"Could be anything. A bit of gold. Or maybe the princess’s hand in marriage. Who knows?"
Irena lowered her head, the tips of her ears turning red.
Kaiaolen knew this wasn’t the time to haggle. If it meant saving the empire, one favor was a small price.
"Deal. Summon every mage in the city—now!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
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.”
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!"
