Seeing the man covered in flames approaching them, the girls' faces turned deathly pale. They immediately cried out, "Y-you Super Martial Alliance warriors aren’t allowed to attack civilians! The Alliance will punish you!"
"Alliance? Super Martial warriors?" The man scoffed disdainfully. "I have the blessing of [Heat Weapon Immunity]. I don’t give a damn about your so-called Super Martial warriors—even the military can’t touch me."
Grabbing one of the girls by the wrist, he yanked her toward him. "Come on, let’s find somewhere fun to go."
"Wait, no—you must know where the nice hotels are, right?"
"Or we could just stay here."
"L-let me go!" The girl struggled, but it was futile. She was even punched several times, her face now smeared with blood. The man’s companions watched the scene with amusement, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary—or perhaps they were just desensitized.
"Kevin, we’re heading somewhere else," one of them called out. "We’re having a competition to see who can kill the most people. Wanna join?"
"Nah, you guys have fun. Just meet up at the passage later." The man named Kevin dragged the girl along, but just as he was about to leave, he noticed someone blocking his path.
"Stop right there!" A sharp voice rang out. Kevin looked up and saw a girl around fifteen or sixteen years old.
She wore a school uniform, her slightly long, fluffy hair framing a round face that was puffed up in anger.
"What, who gave you the guts to stand in my way?" Kevin sneered, barely giving her a second glance.
"Let her go. You’ve violated the laws of the Super Martial Alliance!" the girl declared.
Kevin burst into laughter. "Hahaha! What kind of joke is that? I just wiped the floor with your so-called Alliance."
Not sensing any power from the girl, he curled his finger mockingly. "Come on, if you’ve got the guts. Big bro will show you a good time."
The girl didn’t respond. Instead, she pulled a small metal box from her pocket.
"Transform." She slapped it against her waist, and in an instant, her body was encased in silver armor.
[Armor Fusion]
A mechanical voice echoed as the girl donned the silver suit. With a metallic clank, she pointed at Kevin. "I won’t let you take her!"
"Oh?" Kevin eyed the armored girl, unfazed. "I’ve already run into a few of you transformable types today. But..."
"Your armor seems kinda weak, huh?"
The girl stiffened under her mask—he wasn’t wrong. Her armor was indeed the lowest tier. But despite her fear, she stood her ground.
"I-I’m not afraid of you!"
Kevin smirked, conjuring a massive fireball in his palm. The temperature around them spiked instantly.
"Then die with your scrap metal."
The blazing fireball shot straight at the armored girl!
"Wha—?!" Sensing the terrifying heat, she frantically drew her weapon to block.
Kevin and his companions watched with amusement, expecting her to melt on the spot. But instead, the fireball dissipated like it had hit water.
The armored girl blinked in confusion—only to realize a tall figure had appeared before her at some point, effortlessly dispersing the flames with a mere wave of his hand.
"Ah..."
The one who had intercepted the attack was none other than Ye Chuan. He glanced back at the stunned girl. "Not bad. Courageous, but reckless."
"Who are you?"
"Just a passerby." Ye Chuan’s gaze shifted to the arrogant man in the distance.
"[Player]?" His lips curled in amusement. Could these be the same kind as those from [Ghost Dorm]? They were called "players" too, weren’t they?
"Who the hell are you?" Kevin demanded, unnerved by how easily his attack had been nullified.
"Dad."
"[Dad]?"
"I’m your father. Don’t get it?" Ye Chuan asked.
Kevin finally realized he was being insulted. Shoving the girl aside, he erupted into a fiery blur, lunging at Ye Chuan with a roar. "I’ll kill you!"
Ye Chuan remained unfazed.
With a flick of his wrist, a massive black sword materialized in his grip.
A single slash—clean, effortless, as if slicing through water—passed through Kevin’s body without leaving a single wound.
Yet Kevin crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut, convulsing violently before his eyes rolled back and he went still.
What the—?!
The others stared in shock as Kevin dropped dead. Their eyes darted to the eerie sword in Ye Chuan’s hand.
"What the hell is that?!"
"Nothing special. Just a sword that ignores defense and cuts the soul directly." Ye Chuan glanced at Kevin’s lifeless body before stepping toward the remaining group.
"Talk. Which world did you come from?"
"I thought this was a reward dungeon for relaxation! What’s going on?" one of them panicked, turning to his companion.
"How should I know? This was supposed to be the easiest dungeon!"
"Attack together!"
Realizing they couldn’t just wait to die, two of them moved—but before they could act, Ye Chuan was already in front of them, gripping their throats in each hand.
Crack.
Without another word, he tossed their lifeless bodies aside like trash.
Everything happened too fast for the onlookers to process.
The last survivor—a woman—stared in horror. She couldn’t believe her comrades had been wiped out in seconds.
And why was there such a terrifying BOSS in this dungeon?!
Frantically, she glanced at the translucent window beside her and used an inspection skill on Ye Chuan.
[Unit: Ye Chuan
Level: 48
HP: 3,988,989
MP: ???
Variant BOSS unit of this world. Danger! Evacuate immediately!]
[Return?]
[Yes]
She tried to tap the button, but her body refused to move—as if weighed down by lead.
What’s happening?!
To her shock, she realized she was paralyzed. And now, Ye Chuan stood right before her. Worse, he seemed to notice something—his hand reached out and grabbed the window itself.
"Oh? You guys have this thing?" He smiled amiably.
"You can see it?!" she shrieked as he crushed the window in his grip.
"Just a little. Not much." With a slight squeeze, the window shattered into nothingness under her horrified gaze.
"Oops. Broke it. What a shame."
"You... y-y-you..." The woman's eyes were filled with terror.
"Enough with the 'you's. Let's have a proper talk," Ye Chuan said with a smile.
"We've got a long road ahead of us."
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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.”
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."
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.
