"Fools have their own foolish fortunes, I suppose," Ye Chuan said. But regardless, at the very least, the special training had yielded results.
"In the future, when you encounter enemies, just go up and slash them. As a Holy Knight, as long as you hack down everyone, wouldn't you be able to protect the people you want to protect?"
"Yes, I understand!" Torres said. "I will definitely become stronger! And then one day I can protect Lady Xi Xi!"
"..." Ye Chuan patted him on the shoulder.
"Having an ideal is a good thing, but daydreaming is where you're going wrong."
"Uh..."
For the time being, Ye Chuan let Torres walk back to the manor by himself, while he took Elara to train for a while in the Labyrinth of Miral.
Elara seemed to be preparing to enroll in some academy. Although Ye Chuan wasn't too clear on the details, since she was going to enroll, combat experience was definitely necessary.
Recently, Elara had been learning magic from Ye Chuan, and her various stats had improved rapidly.
Moreover, occasionally when Ye Chuan refined some pills, he would toss them into Elara's mouth. It could only be said that the current Elara's combat power was already vastly superior to what it was initially.
Returning to the Labyrinth of Miral, Elara hugged her staff and obediently followed behind Ye Chuan. "Teacher, I feel my magic power has gotten stronger lately, and I've also broken through to the third tier. Am I really talented?"
"You just have a good teacher. Your talent doesn't matter."
"Eh... Teacher, you're so mean, always finding ways to praise yourself." Before Elara could finish, Ye Chuan patted her head.
"When you become truly strong, I'll consider praising you."
"Then I will definitely become strong!"
Because Ye Chuan had been keeping his divine sense active, he quickly found a monster.
Ah, a goblin.
A familiar guy.
"It's a goblin..." Elara said. "Teacher, is this my opponent for combat practice? Isn't it a bit too weak?"
Beings like goblins generally wouldn't exceed the second tier. As a third-tier mage, Elara's combat power far surpassed it.
"Hard to say. Why don't you try making a move?" Ye Chuan said.
"Okay!"
Elara readied her staff, and the moment the goblin saw her, its eyes lit up.
It looked as if it couldn't wait to see Elara's special CG right this instant.
"Gugu gaga!" The goblin danced around wildly with a wooden club in its hand.
"Phew—" Elara raised her staff. "High-Speed Incantation, Water Cannon!"
Pale blue magic rapidly gathered at the tip of Elara's staff, forming a water cannon as thick as a bucket, which blasted toward the goblin with a piercing howl.
The surface of the water cannon shimmered with fragmented silver light, the effect of her compressed third-tier magic. Carrying an impact force enough to shatter rocks, the air along its path was enveloped by moist water vapor, creating a faint mist!
But that goblin was far more agile than Elara had imagined. Seeing the water cannon incoming, it didn't panic. Instead, it sharply bent over, its thick, short legs kicking off the ground as its body rolled to the side like a fired cannonball.
The water cannon grazed the corner of its clothes and blasted into the wall behind it, exploding with a loud boom!
"Eh? It missed?"
Elara blanked for a second. Just as she was about to channel her magic again to unleash a second water cannon, she saw the goblin had already scrambled up from the ground, its dark claws swiftly grabbing a jagged rock the size of a human head.
"Gugu gaga!" It grinned, revealing yellowed fangs. The muscles in its arm bulged as it fiercely hurled the rock at Elara!
The rock tore through the air with a sharp whistle, its speed exceeding all expectations.
Seeing the incoming rock, Elara subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to defend herself, but after using High-Speed Incantation, her magic hadn't fully stabilized yet, making her reaction half a beat too slow.
With a dull thud, the sharp rock smashed squarely into her left cheek.
"Ugh!" Elara let out a muffled groan of pain. Her cheek instantly swelled red, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
The intense impact left her head spinning. Her grip on the staff loosened involuntarily, and the staff dropped straight to the ground.
The magic that was halfway gathered instantly fell into disarray, colliding within her body and causing a heavy tightness in her chest, nearly leaving her breathless.
"Not good..."
"My staff..."
Before she could recover, several short figures suddenly darted out from the shadows on both sides of the corridor—there were a full five hidden goblins!
They all held crude bone bows in their hands, the bowstrings already drawn taut. The arrowheads were sharpened beast bones gleaming with a dark green, toxic light, evidently coated in poison.
"Gugu ga!" The leading goblin let out a weird screech, and the five goblins released their grips simultaneously. Five bone arrows shot straight toward Elara like five dark streaks!
Enduring the intense pain in her cheek, Elara tried to dodge, but just as she took a step, she tripped over some rubble and lost her balance.
She watched helplessly as a bone arrow flew straight for her left arm, with absolutely no time to defend!
With a squelch, the sharp bone arrowhead easily pierced through her sleeve and stabbed viciously into her arm. The tip of the arrow protruded from the other side of her skin, bringing with it a spurt of warm blood.
"Ah!" A sharp pain spread from her arm, and Elara couldn't help but cry out in agony, tears instantly welling up in her eyes.
Blood flowed down the arrow shaft, dyeing her sleeve red. The poisoned arrowhead quickly brought a numbing sensation to her arm, making the flow of her magic sluggish.
The other four arrows grazed past her body and nailed into the wall behind her, their fletchings still quivering slightly.
Seeing this, the five goblins closed in with eerie cackles, brandishing wooden clubs and bone knives in their hands, their eyes flashing with greedy and savage light.
"Oh no... Why... Aren't goblins supposed to be weak monsters?"
"Ugh..."
Elara curled up on the ground, tightly clutching her bleeding arm with her left hand. Tears mixed with sweat rolled down her face, overwhelmed by both pain and fear.
She wanted to pick up her staff and fight back, but the numbness in her arm was growing stronger. She barely had the strength to lift her hand anymore and could only look helplessly toward Ye Chuan nearby:
"T-Teacher... Save me..."
Ye Chuan stood in place, not making a move immediately. He just crossed his arms and slightly raised an eyebrow.
He had noticed the goblins in the shadows long ago, but he hadn't given a warning. This was how actual combat should be; ignoring the surroundings and underestimating the enemy were the most fatal mistakes.
"Elara, even if you die, I will just resurrect you." Ye Chuan's voice was calm and unruffled, even a bit cruel.
"Giving up after just taking one arrow? And you still want to enter the academy like this?"
Elara bit her lip, fighting back her tears as she looked at the approaching goblins, and then at her own bleeding arm.
Her teacher's words were like a basin of cold water poured over her head, instantly sobering her up a bit. Actual combat was no child's play, and the enemy wouldn't show mercy just because she was a mage.
What should she do now?
Teacher had said...
To use every available means...
Since she couldn't hold the staff with one hand, Elara gritted her teeth and began to gather magic with her other hand.
Without the amplification of her staff, she only had one chance.
As those goblins drew near, Elara suddenly raised her hand.
"Watashi, Water Bullet!!"

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.”

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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."