Seeing Ye Chuan completely unharmed, Niya's gaze lingered on him for a long moment before she struggled to her feet.
"You're actually fine... I clearly hit you earlier."
"What could possibly happen to me? It's just a ghost." Ye Chuan had already dealt with plenty of them back in the Fierce Ghost Dormitory. Noticing Niya swaying unsteadily, he casually cast a healing spell, and her wounds instantly vanished.
"Thank you..." Feeling no pain at all, Niya looked up at Ye Chuan.
"One hundred silver coins."
"You charge for this?!"
"Obviously?"
After their exchange, Ye Chuan suddenly noticed an eerie wind sweeping through the arena, followed by the appearance of more and more crimson wraiths, one after another, giving him the surreal feeling of returning to the nightmare world.
"There really are a lot of them." Ye Chuan pulled out a Soul Banner and waved it. Thick smoke billowed out as dozens of chains shot forth.
"Tell it to my Holy Light Magic—Soul Purification!"
The chains pierced through the crimson wraiths one by one, dragging them into the banner. The wails were incessant as the wraiths screamed mindlessly, unable to break free. Once inside the banner, their bodies seemed to melt away.
"Is this Holy Light Magic?" Niya gulped involuntarily.
"Obviously?"
"Then why does it look so... sinister?"
"Oh, it’s just a bit discolored from overuse." Ye Chuan pointed at the Soul Banner. "This is a holy relic of the light attribute. See?"
As if responding to Niya, the skull on the banner opened its mouth, emitting a violet glow.
"Whose light-attribute artifact has a skull on it?!"
"It’s for warding off evil, of course. You need a demon’s skull for intimidation."
Niya felt there was some logic to his words but couldn’t decide where to start criticizing.
"Tch, such a measly power boost. These wraiths are too weak." Ye Chuan shook his head.
"..." Niya remained silent.
This was even less convincing. He looked like a full-blown dark priest.
"These wraiths... they must be the adventurers who died here before. Their grudges festered without purification." Niya said.
"I don’t think so."
"What do you mean?"
"I sense something interesting in this arena."
"Interesting...?" Niya glanced around at the dilapidated surroundings. What could possibly be interesting here?
Ye Chuan tapped the floor with his foot. "Underneath."
"Underneath?"
"Yeah, there’s something underground. I can feel it." His spiritual sense wasn’t mistaken—there was indeed a strange presence beneath them.
Niya crossed her arms. "How do you plan to locate it?"
"I have my ways." Ye Chuan rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses, putting them on.
[Item: Mana Goggles
Function: X-ray vision, capable of seeing through illusions.]
With the glasses on, Ye Chuan scanned the area, then his gaze landed on Niya. "You’re not wearing anything?"
"What do you mean not wearing—" Niya froze, then immediately covered herself and stumbled back.
"Won’t help. Your hands are transparent too."
"You bastard! What are you trying to do?!"
"Just demonstrating its function." Truthfully, Ye Chuan had zero interest in Niya’s underwhelming figure. He lowered his head and peered into the ground.
Soon, he locked onto a violet orb deep underground.
"Huh, there really is something. And it’s buried deep." He tried to get a clearer look and realized it was a sword...
A sword?
Ye Chuan was certain—the hazy silhouette inside the orb was a massive black blade. The sword was pitch-black, but not a dull matte. Instead, it looked like solidified ink wrapped in a layer of shifting dark light. Twisted crimson veins coiled along the spine, pulsing faintly like tiny blood vessels.
It looked downright evil.
"A sword... Oh?"
As Ye Chuan muttered in surprise, Niya seemed to recall something. "That adventurer who went berserk and killed people... it was because of a sword, wasn’t it?"
"After that, the sword vanished. Some said it was taken away, others said it was destroyed." Niya’s eyes widened. "Could it have been here all along?"
"A sword that drives people mad?" Ye Chuan was intrigued. He also wondered why it was buried here.
"Let’s dig it out."
"Wait! We should report this to the guild first." Niya grabbed his arm. "That weapon is too dangerous."
Ye Chuan knew she doubted his ability to control it, but he just shrugged.
"Actually, I’m a swordsman."
"Aren’t you a mage?" Niya frowned.
"Exactly. So you get how strong I am now?" He spread his hands. "It’s just a puny sword."
Niya: "..."
She had no idea how powerful Ye Chuan really was, but her tone turned somber. "Be careful."
Ye Chuan noticed her shift in mood but didn’t comment.
Now, how to retrieve it?
"Phasing through?"
"Hmm... probably won’t work with all that earth pressing down."
"Digging?" That seemed like a solid plan. "Let’s just dig."
"Dig?" Niya pointed at him, then herself, her neck stiffening.
"Us?"
"Why not?"
"No way." She refused outright. "Tch, we’d die before we dug it out."
Ye Chuan laughed—he was only joking.
The next second, black mist swirled at his feet, and one monstrous figure after another emerged under Niya’s stunned gaze.
"M-monsters?!" Her jaw dropped.
"I’m a summoner. Problem?"
"Summoners can only call one or two contracted beasts..." Niya felt her worldview crumbling yet again. Before she could process it, dozens of monsters around Ye Chuan were already clawing at the floor.
Clank, clank, clank. The sound of metal scraping echoed as Della, wreathed in violet flames, joined in with her tiny hammer, smashing the ground apart.
As the Rider of the End, a few strikes from Della shattered the earth completely.
"Faster, faster."
Ye Chuan urged his summons on, and soon, a massive pit was dug out.
He could’ve just blasted the ground apart with magic, but he worried it might affect the sword.
Finally, the blade came into view.
Violet light flickered ominously, radiating an aura of pure malevolence.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
