The adjutant quickly led the logistics soldiers forward to take inventory. A sharp dagger sliced open a woven rice bag, and plump grains of rice poured out. The grains were uniform, completely free of impurities, and carried a faint fragrance of rice.
They opened the pork packaging. The meat was firm and tender, with a rosy hue. It showed absolutely no signs of staleness from long-distance transport, looking as if it had just been brought from the slaughterhouse.
The logistics soldiers exchanged glances, all feeling a sense of disbelief.
This...
"Lord Count! The inventory is complete!"
The adjutant jogged over to Kaiaolen, his tone carrying unconcealed astonishment.
"The supplies are sufficient, and... the quality far exceeds our expectations! Especially the rice and meat; their freshness is incredibly high. They don't seem like products of the Aether Continent at all!"
Hearing this, Kaiaolen walked up to the pile of supplies to inspect them himself. He pinched a few grains of rice between his fingertips and felt the texture of the pork, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.
He turned to look at Ye Chuan, only to see the latter looking completely nonchalant, evidently having known this all along.
"Good! Excellent quality!" Kaiaolen laughed heartily.
"With food like this, the soldiers' combat prowess will definitely increase by another notch!"
"Value for money, isn't it?" Ye Chuan said.
Kaiaolen patted Ye Chuan on the shoulder. "Thanks for your hard work, Xi Xi!"
Look, he's even thanking us.
...
Night gradually fell, and a bright moon hung in the night sky, shedding a cold, clear radiance.
Campfires lit up one after another in the camp. The orange-red firelight reflected on the soldiers' faces. Many sat around the fires, eating piping hot meals while conversing in low voices. The air was filled with the aroma of food and a faint scent of smoke.
It had been a long time since Miral had dispatched troops on such a large scale; many soldiers were even making the long trek to the royal capital for the first time.
Meanwhile, the sentries held their weapons, vigilantly watching the darkness surrounding the camp to ensure its safety.
Ye Chuan sat alone on a secluded hillside, gazing at the brightly lit camp below and feeling the night breeze of the Aether Continent.
It was just a pity that he didn't know teleportation magic, otherwise couldn't he just drop everyone straight into the royal capital?
War and all that.
Ye Chuan didn't really care about it; it was just that the process of war was very beneficial to him.
He could earn money and gain fame.
Ye Chuan had actually considered entering the royal capital alone to slaughter the monsters, but if those disguised monsters couldn't be uprooted completely, they would just keep spreading like a zombie virus.
Moreover, Ye Chuan couldn't guarantee that there wasn't some incredibly overpowered existence within the empire.
Directly occupying all the territories and promoting the Detection Skill was the best choice.
"Teacher, what are you thinking about?" beside him, Elara asked curiously.
"Nothing much. How does it feel to go to war for the first time?"
"I'm not sure yet," Elara said. The march today had been exhausting, but apart from that, she didn't feel anything special.
"Hehe," Ye Chuan chuckled. "Do you know that war is a dangerous thing?"
"I know! I will protect myself well when I go to the battlefield!" Elara said.
"No, you don't." Ye Chuan suddenly narrowed his eyes. "Danger doesn't just exist on the battlefield, you know."
Right at that moment, several obscure magical fluctuations suddenly came from the west side of the camp—
Immediately after, several pitch-black magical beams shot toward the camp's tents like venomous snakes.
"Boom! Boom!" Two loud explosions rang out. Two tents were instantly destroyed, erupting into roaring flames.
"Enemy attack! Mages are launching a sneak attack!"
The sentries' warning cries instantly pierced the night sky. The camp was immediately thrown into chaos as soldiers grabbed their weapons, rallied together, and looked toward the direction the magical attacks came from.
Kaiaolen walked out of the camp. Seeing those magical beams, he shouted loudly:
"Hold your ground! Do not panic!"
Then, he looked at his attendants nearby.
"Mages, go scout the enemy's position!"
"Scout the enemy's position!"
The accompanying military mages immediately released detection magic, but as soon as the mana spread out, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.
"Lord Count! There's a barrier!"
The military mages wore solemn expressions.
"The enemy has set up a special barrier. Not only does it hide their figures, but it also locks away their auras. My detection magic cannot penetrate it at all!"
Kaiaolen pondered. The ambushing mages were hiding in the dark and could even use a barrier to shield themselves from detection. If they weren't found as soon as possible, the camp could suffer another attack at any moment.
To think they were attacked so soon after leaving their territory; it seemed the royal capital had already caught wind of their movements.
This wasn't surprising. Kaiaolen had rallied the military forces of various major territories. With so many disguised monsters lurking about, it was completely impossible for the news not to leak!
"Dragon Eyes!" Kaiaolen's eyes lit up with a golden glow. From his perspective, everything around him seemed to slow down.
He looked in the direction of the magic, directly soaring into the air as dragon wings unfurled behind his back!
"You shadowy rats, get out here!"
With that said, Kaiaolen turned into a crimson meteor and crashed toward that spot. In an instant, the valley was pulverized, and flames rose up like a mushroom cloud!
"Oh, there's even a fireworks show." Seeing the little dragon-man blast that entire valley to pieces like a human bomb, Ye Chuan couldn't help but comment.
Could those mages still be alive?
Absolutely dead.
At this time, Torres and Irena also came to Ye Chuan's side.
"What were those guys thinking? Lord Kaiaolen is the bane of magic. Even Lord Xi Xi was chased and beaten by him," Torres said.
The next second, he met Ye Chuan's gaze and hurriedly corrected himself, "Lord Xi Xi, I didn't mean that you aren't strong."
"Since it's a logic that even Torres understands, then why did those mages do this?" Ye Chuan said.
"What do you mean?"
"Could it be that those mages did it intentionally to lure Lord Kaiaolen away?" Princess Irena paused for a moment, seemingly realizing something.
"Correct. Luring away the strongest, Kaiaolen, means their goal from the very beginning wasn't to attack the camp." Ye Chuan raised a finger.
"So—"
The next second, the air around Irena began to ripple. Three or four dark figures appeared out of thin air and grabbed directly toward Irena!
"Assassins?!"
Torres reacted immediately, grabbing his door-sized greatsword and blocking in front of Irena. "Protect Her Highness the Princess!"
Seeing the greatsword sweeping toward them, the dark figures brought out their daggers, scraping sparks against the blade. It seemed that because the blade was simply too massive, it managed to shield Irena the moment they clashed!
The dark figures appeared before everyone. Seeing this, the soldiers were just about to step forward when their legs gave out, and they collapsed to the ground one after another.
At this moment, a thick, toxic mist surged up, filling this area of the camp and completely obscuring their vision!
"It's a poisonous mist. Don't breathe it in." Torres covered his nose and mouth while keeping one hand firmly protective over the princess.
However, because Irena had given her purification necklace to Ye Chuan earlier, her face was now pale and greenish, and her body was swaying unsteadily.
"Your Highness, you can't fall asleep!"

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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?

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."