"You only get stronger through actual combat. Simple, right?" Ye Chuan smiled.
Torres scratched his head. "Well..."
"Isn't this what you asked for? What's the matter, getting cold feet before we even start?" Ye Chuan crossed his arms. "You really have no knightly spirit, do you?"
"No, I can do it!" Coming from a prestigious, dyed-in-the-wool family of knights, Torres naturally couldn't stand hearing such words. He immediately clenched his fist and thumped his chest, producing a metallic clang from his armor.
"Let's set off, Lord Xi Xi!"
"I can't hear you."
"LET'S SET OFF!!!!!!!"
"Good! That's the spirit!" Ye Chuan rubbed his ears at Torres's near-deafening roar. After ascertaining the location of the nearby dungeon, he floated straight up into the air.
"Come a bit closer." Ye Chuan beckoned to Torres.
"L-Like this?"
Torres hadn't quite figured out what Ye Chuan intended to do when, in the next second, he felt a massive force erupt from Ye Chuan's hand. His entire body was launched outward like a cannonball!
"Wait... Whaaaaaaaa?!!!!!!!"
Seeing that Torres had achieved liftoff, Ye Chuan instantly flickered and vanished from his spot.
...
At the entrance of the dungeon near Miral, accompanied by a heart-rending scream, Torres successfully touched down.
No, to be precise, just as he was about to land, Ye Chuan flashed in and caught him, saving him from smashing into the ground like a meteorite.
"Urgh..." Torres stood up shakily, grabbed hold of a nearby tree, and began to vomit.
"L-Lord Xi Xi, wasn't that a bit... too much?" Torres walked toward Ye Chuan on trembling legs, his face so pale and green he looked like he had aged a few hundred years.
"It was to save time," Ye Chuan said. "Do you have any idea how precious my time is?!"
Torres paused.
Right. Lord Xi Xi's magic is so powerful, and he spends every spare moment in the library; he must be contemplating the ultimate mysteries of magic...
And here I am, weak as I am, wasting his time asking him to teach me.
"In the time it takes to teach you, I could have gotten several more massages from a succubus!" Ye Chuan added.
"Is that so?!"
"Anyway, let's go." Ye Chuan glanced at the dungeon entrance before them. There was only a single stone staircase leading down, flanked by torches, descending into darkness.
"Oh." Torres obediently followed.
Ye Chuan didn't know the name of this dungeon. Since it was near Miral, he assumed the little dragon-man had probably already cleared it—that is, beaten this instance—given the signs of adventurers coming and going everywhere.
The first floor consisted of passageways built from stone bricks. It was fairly bright, and while there were bones scattered on the ground, most belonged to monsters.
"Hmm." Ye Chuan suddenly paused, as if he had noticed something.
He looked up to see a green humanoid monster walking out not far away. It was about a meter tall, with yellow eyes and wrinkled skin that made it look like an old man.
"It's a goblin," Torres said.
"Go on, kill it," Ye Chuan said.
"Oh, oh, I understand." Torres raised his massive shield and slammed it onto the ground.
"Defense Blessing!"
Torres's sturdy body began to glow with a green light. After boosting his physical defense with the blessing, he fixed his gaze on the distant goblin.
He seemed to be waiting for it to make a move.
"Come on!" Torres banged on his shield.
The goblin, clutching a wooden club, stared coldly at Torres with its yellow eyes. The human and the monster stood there in a standoff.
Ye Chuan: "..."
"What are you doing?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Waiting for the opponent to attack." Torres remained in battle formation.
"Isn't it pretty weak?"
"Lord Xi Xi, goblins are pack monsters. If you see one, there are probably two or three more hiding in the shadows," Torres explained.
"I see." Ye Chuan nodded. "But what if there really is only one?"
"Well..."
"You plan to just stare at it?"
"Yes..."
"You big oaf, you're holding up a shield that huge. Do you really think it's going to hit your shield with a wooden stick?"
"?!" Being told this by Ye Chuan, Torres suddenly found himself unable to refute it.
Just then, the goblin holding the weapon saw Torres raising his shield. It suddenly revealed a very human-like expression and spat on the ground.
"See? Even it thinks you're stupid." Ye Chuan spread his hands.
Torres froze.
Why did he suddenly feel like he really was being stupid?
"What you should be doing right now is raising that shield to bash its skull in, or just ditch the shield altogether," Ye Chuan said.
"Understood!!" Torres simply set down his shield and drew the sword at his waist.
He lunged at the goblin. However, just as he got close, the goblin let out a strange shriek. Immediately following that was the sound of air being sliced, and several poison-tipped arrows pierced the unarmored parts of Torres's limbs.
"Not good..."
From the shadows, three or four goblins pounced onto Torres, stabbing repeatedly at his body with their daggers.
But Torres's level was high enough, after all, and combined with his high-quality armor and raw strength, he managed to barely take down the goblins.
"Haa... haa..." Blood gushed from Torres's wounds as he quickly pulled some hemostatic herbs from his bag and swallowed them.
He looked back at Ye Chuan. "Lord Xi Xi... Did I do the right thing? I smashed their skulls."
"Idiot." Ye Chuan's face was expressionless.
"Huh?"
"You knew goblins are monsters that set ambushes, so why did you charge in foolishly like that?"
"But... you just said..."
"What did I say?"
Torres paused. Right. Lord Xi Xi hadn't actually told him to charge; he had only asked hypothetically if he would still hold his shield up like that if there were only one monster.
"Combat really is a profound subject," Torres said to Ye Chuan, forcing himself to endure the pain.
For Lord Xi Xi to possess such immense power, he must have gone through endless trials.
Whereas the knowledge Torres had learned was limited to books. Most of the time, he just held up his shield to protect the princess.
"Adapt to the situation," Ye Chuan said.
"I understand, Lord Xi Xi!"
"Alright, in that case—" Ye Chuan opened his forging interface, tossed in some random materials, and made a few casual gestures.
Just as Torres was wondering what Ye Chuan was doing, there was a loud clang. A massive sword fell to the ground, making a heavy metallic sound.
"This is..."
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."
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.”
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!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
