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?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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."
