Ye Chuan and Niya had only teamed up briefly to hunt that giant spider before. At the time, she had left in distress, and Ye Chuan never expected to run into Niya again here.
"Well, this is sort of my temporary living space," Niya said, sheathing her dagger and shifting slightly to reveal the structure behind her—a makeshift shelter on broken stone slabs.
"You sleep here?" Ye Chuan asked skeptically. "Out of money?"
"I like it."
"I can lend you some," Ye Chuan offered.
"Why the sudden kindness?" Niya's face flashed with surprise. They were barely more than strangers.
Was he into her?
Niya glanced down at herself and smirked. "You’re not into me, are you?"
"Steel plate with two screws? Not my type," Ye Chuan chuckled.
Niya’s expression remained blank, but her eyes betrayed the mental image of Ye Chuan being pummeled into the ground ten thousand times over.
"Tch. If only I could beat you…" Niya gnawed at her fingernails. "So why lend me money?"
"Nine out, thirteen back."
"Wait, that’s loan sharking?!"
"…"
After a moment of composing herself, Niya scanned the nearby ruins of the coliseum and scratched her head in frustration. "Anyway, you still haven’t told me why you’re here. This isn’t exactly a great place."
"It’s a long story," Ye Chuan replied, not keen on explaining that he’d come for a daily quest.
But right now, Niya seemed like the only one who could spar with him—there wasn’t another living soul around.
Three victories in the coliseum… meaning he just had to beat up the short-haired girl in front of him three times?
"Three times might work. Knock her down, heal her with a potion, then do it again," Ye Chuan mused, stroking his chin. Meanwhile, Niya caught the look in his eyes and felt a sudden chill.
This guy’s not planning something shady, is he?
"Let me beat you up," Ye Chuan said, extending a hand.
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"I’ll pay you."
"That’s even worse!"
Seeing Niya fuming, Ye Chuan didn’t forget to ask why she thought this place was bad news. "You’re staying here—something happen?"
"Something like that," Niya muttered, her gaze drifting back to the coliseum.
"At night… there are strange noises."
"Nighttime…" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "Ghosts?"
"Who knows?" Niya shrugged. "A lot of people died in that coliseum. You’ve heard the stories, right?"
"Once, an adventurer lost control of a weapon, went berserk, and slaughtered a bunch of people."
"After the chaos, that weapon vanished without a trace."
"Some say the coliseum’s still haunted by vengeful spirits."
When Ye Chuan showed no reaction, Niya frowned. "You knew about this, didn’t you?"
"I’ve heard. But I’m more curious why you’re here."
"No money," Niya said, avoiding his eyes. It was clearly a lie.
Ye Chuan didn’t press further. Instead, he walked over to her makeshift camp and plopped down on the sleeping bag.
"Hey!"
"What? It’s almost dark anyway. Just wait a bit."
Niya sat across from him, cheeks slightly puffed in irritation—though she knew she couldn’t win a fight against him.
Ye Chuan used the sleeping bag as a cushion and started tinkering with his magic.
Night deepened.
"Hey, what rank are you as a mage?" Niya asked, leaning against a stone slab.
"Four."
"You don’t fight like a fourth-rank. And you’re way too young." Niya tilted her head. Among the mages she’d met, Ye Chuan was the strongest—and the youngest.
"Actually, I’m cursed. Ageless, deathless. A thousand years old, in truth," Ye Chuan said flatly, staring into the campfire.
Niya’s eyes widened. "No way. How is immortality a curse?"
"Watching everyone you love grow old and die while you endure alone," Ye Chuan sighed. "You wouldn’t understand."
"I…" Niya’s expression faltered, as if remembering something painful. "You… don’t be sad. I get it. Try to forget. Pretend it never happened."
Ye Chuan side-eyed her. "Because it didn’t."
"…" Niya’s jaw dropped. "You jerk!"
"What else?"
"Your personality is the worst!" Niya snapped. "I hope you stay single forever!"
"Too bad. I’ve got someone," Ye Chuan laughed. "And she’s gorgeous and adorable."
Niya felt like talking to him would give her an aneurysm. Her gaze flicked toward the coliseum—then froze. "H-hey, Ye Chuan. There’s a monster over there."
"What, trying to trick me now?" Ye Chuan kept fiddling with his magic, ignoring her.
"I’m serious!"
"Uh-huh."
Niya glared. "Move, now!"
A second later, a crimson streak of light shot straight at them!
BOOM!
The makeshift camp exploded in an instant!
Niya had already dodged to the side, perching on a boulder as she coughed through the smoke. "Idiot. I told you to move."
She turned toward the source of the attack—a blood-red specter floating above the ruined coliseum.
It let out a mournful wail. "Guh…"
"A grudge amalgamation? Nasty business." Niya hesitated, but there was no time to check on Ye Chuan. Gripping her dagger, she sprinted toward the specter!
"Swift Step!"
"Speed Blessing!"
Her movements accelerated mid-run, her body glowing faintly from the buffs.
Closing in, she slashed with all her might—
"Secret Art: Crescent Slash!"
The silver arc sliced through the specter, but the lack of resistance made Niya realize the problem. "Physical immunity?!"
She pushed off the air, flipping backward just as—
"Guh!" The specter fired a crimson beam straight at her!
Niya barely managed to block with her dagger before the force sent her skidding across the ground.
"Whatever. Dying’s fine. Doesn’t matter," Niya muttered, lying face-down with eerie calm. "Didn’t wanna live anyway…"
"Vzzzt—" The specter charged another beam—then paused. The air beside it grew brighter, as if something luminous was approaching.
It turned just in time to see a tree-thick beam of light engulf its form!
When the radiance faded, only a smoldering trench remained.
Space rippled beside Niya as Ye Chuan teleported in.
"Pathetic. You dare shoot at 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?!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
iaobai: "Councilor Dad, front me some funds. I want to hire ten thousand professional miners for a project!" [Five-Star Mission Issued: Capture the leader of the Blood Heaven Pirate Gang, who is on the run in the Radiant Star Sector. It is said the gang has over a hundred members. Proceed with caution.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, lend me the family's hundred-thousand-strong Lu Army!" [Seven-Star Mission Issued: Subdue a juvenile Void Dragon Beast.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, I'm taking your tamed Void Dragon Beast King out for a family reunion!" I said, System, don't you have any slightly more challenging missions? You're just not up to par! [Nine-Star Mission Issued: Become the Human Councilor.] Lu Xiaobai: "Dad, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you..."
