Aether Continent.
Ye Chuan appeared in Yisu Town. After all, this was where he had logged off, so naturally, this was where he would spawn.
"Now I don't need to go to the gym. After all, I just spent a lot of effort filling up three dragons, so I definitely need a rest," Ye Chuan said as he took out his phone to check his save file.
[Successfully won over Count Leon. The remaining step is to gather the troops and set off for the Royal Capital.]
Let's go.
Ye Chuan directly performed a spatial jump. In just a single breath, he appeared in the little dragonman's Miral Territory.
At this moment, flags fluttered in the wind in Miral, and the voices of the crowd were boiling over.
Tens of thousands of warriors, magicians, healers, and logistics personnel clad in silver armor were neatly lined up. The spears and shields in their hands reflected a cold gleam, and the swords at their waists clinked softly with their movements. Their morale was soaring.
Kaiaolen was dressed in crimson armor, the dragon-scale patterns on his chest shimmering in the sunlight. He stood on a high platform, loudly addressing the soldiers. His voice, amplified by magic, echoed throughout the entire square:
"Warriors of the Hill Empire! The Royal Capital has been infiltrated by disguised monsters, and His Majesty and our people are in grave danger! Today, we gather and march out, not for fame or fortune, but to protect the glory of the Hill Empire! Follow me, charge into the Royal Capital, exterminate the monsters, and rescue His Majesty!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" the soldiers roared in unison, the sound waves shaking the surrounding leaves until they rustled.
On one side of the high platform, Princess Irena had changed into a light silver combat suit. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, making her look less delicate and more heroic.
Beside her, Torres, carrying a greatsword the size of a door, saw that Kaiaolen had finished his speech and quickly stepped forward:
"Lord Count, all soldiers have been assembled. The weapons and armor have been inspected and repaired. We are ready to set off at any time!"
"Good!" Kaiaolen nodded. Just as he was about to give the order to march, he caught a glimpse of Ye Chuan out of the corner of his eye at the entrance of the square.
He quickly walked over:
"Xi Xi! You're just in time."
"Didn't you say you were on the way? Why are you setting off early?" Ye Chuan's gaze swept over the neat formations in the square.
"I plan to rendezvous with the other Counts in the neutral zone, including Count Leon. I've already sent a magic eagle to deliver the message," Kaiaolen said.
"Do you want to come with us? With you here, our chances of conquering the Royal Capital will be much greater!"
"If I don't go with you, am I supposed to stay here and drink tea?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing.
"I am the man who will become a King Equal to the Emperor. Naturally, I can't miss this battle at the Royal Capital."
"Pfft—" Irena, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh when she heard this. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes sparkled:
"Lord Xi Xi is really..." It was her first time seeing someone say "I want to be a King Equal to the Emperor" so righteously, yet without seeming arrogant.
Kaiaolen also smiled, and his nerves, which had been tense due to the expedition, relaxed a bit. But soon, his face darkened again, his brows furrowed, and his tone grew solemn:
"However, there is still a thorny problem at hand."
"What problem?" Ye Chuan asked.
"It's the issue of the soldiers' supplies," Kaiaolen sighed, raising a hand to rub his temples.
"The food in the Miral Territory wasn't abundant to begin with, and we consumed a lot of our reserves when we were clearing out the monsters within our borders."
"This time, we've gathered tens of thousands of soldiers. The food supplies along the way simply won't be enough to sustain us until we reach the Royal Capital."
Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "No way, Ah Long. You're going to war without food to eat?"
Kaiaolen's mouth twitched at being called Ah Long.
"Naturally not. If provisions are short and the soldiers fight on empty stomachs, their combat power will inevitably be greatly reduced. They might even... fall into chaos before we reach the Royal Capital."
"So we will now gather in the central region—Gallon. The other Counts have prepared supplies for us there."
"Fighting a war is quite troublesome," Ye Chuan said.
"This isn't playing house," Kaiaolen said.
"What if the others don't have enough to eat either?"
"That... shouldn't be the case."
Ye Chuan stroked his chin and suddenly smiled. "Say, if I can solve the food problem, would the situation be a bit better?"
Solve the food problem?
Kaiaolen looked at Ye Chuan with a very serious expression. "Xi Xi, isn't this a joke? How can a magician like you solve the food problem?"
"I've never heard of magic that can create food."
"Then you're underestimating me a bit," Ye Chuan said with a smiling face. "If I can solve the food problem, are you going to pay me?"
"..."
Kaiaolen remained silent for a long while before looking at Ye Chuan with a strange gaze. "For money, you can even do something like this?"
"Do you know how much food is needed to feed tens of thousands of soldiers?"
"Relax," Ye Chuan said.
"..." Kaiaolen pinched the bridge of his nose. "I will pay you, but on the condition that you tell me how you're going to do it."
"I have quite a few methods," Ye Chuan said.
Anyway, he could travel back and forth between the two worlds. At worst, he could just stock up on rice, meat, and vegetables in the real world and be done with it.
His inventory space had unlimited storage anyway, so stacking rice would be a piece of cake.
Finding a grain factory or a meat factory would only take a moment.
Of course, that was only one method.
Ye Chuan had another method, and that was alchemy—
Among the pills he refined, many contained extremely high amounts of energy. Eating one would keep a person full for a month without any problems, though this would be a bit more tiring for Ye Chuan.
After all, comparing the costs, buying food directly was more cost-effective.
Setting those two aside, Ye Chuan could even find Lilith to learn some magic, such as magic that could turn people into the living dead. That way, as long as their bodies didn't rot, they could keep marching forever.
He could also find Ke Ning to see if he could make some super compressed biscuits or something similar.
Although it was a bit unorthodox, there were always more solutions than problems.
Hearing Ye Chuan's confident tone, Kaiaolen finally chose to believe him. "You can try."
"Sure," Ye Chuan smiled.
Making money was a good thing.
"Teacher, can I set off with you?" Right at this moment, Elara trotted over and asked.
"I want to help too."
"No, Elara. What you need to prepare for is the Imperial Academy's exam, not following us to the Royal Capital," Kaiaolen immediately and sternly stopped his granddaughter when he saw that she also wanted to go to the battlefield.
"I can help," Elara shook her head, tossing her blue twin tails. "Grandpa, I can do it! My magic won't hold you back now!"
After speaking, Elara looked at Ye Chuan with pleading eyes.
"Tempering oneself on the battlefield isn't a bad thing," Ye Chuan remarked.
"No..."
"Grandpa!"
"Be obedient," Kaiaolen said.
"Then I'll just sneak along."
"You... How could you..." Kaiaolen grew anxious upon hearing this. How did his usually well-behaved and reserved granddaughter turn out like this? He immediately looked at Ye Chuan—
As if asking if she had learned this from him.
Ye Chuan shrugged with an innocent look on his face.

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.

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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."