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."
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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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)
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.”
