"Keep drawing, keep drawing."
"Anyway, I have plenty of money now."
Ye Chuan tapped the screen frantically as if it cost nothing. His fingertips poked the draw button at lightning speed. One hundred million, one billion, two billion—the numbers in his account plummeted.
Meanwhile, the magic and spells in his inventory stacked up at a crazy, visible rate.
Elemental Control, Spatial Folding, Soul Shield, Curse Backlash... all sorts of diverse skills stuffed his entire inventory.
There were proper high-tier spells, but also quite a few absurd and bizarre skills, like Polymorph: Sheep and Baldness Magic.
Ye Chuan seriously suspected that the system saw him going crazy with the pay-to-win mechanics and just made up some random garbage to pad the numbers.
But he didn't care. Lilith had told him to accumulate a large number of spells anyway. Useful or not, he would just learn them first.
One-Click Learn
The densely packed skills in his inventory were instantly emptied, all melting into his soul at once.
Countless magical rules and spell logics exploded in his mind. The Origin Magic, which he previously only used to unleash a single screen-clearing ultimate attack, now felt like a vast sea injected with countless tributaries.
Ye Chuan subconsciously raised his hand and casually tossed out a wave of Origin fluctuation. Without intentionally charging it up, it shattered the space in the distance.
"Oh? It actually works." Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
"The power of the Origin Magic has indeed increased significantly. As for Spirit Speech..."
But pleasant surprises aside, when it came to Spirit Speech and creating his own magic, Ye Chuan was still completely clueless.
Even though his head was stuffed with various magic formulas, he had no idea where to start if he actually had to build one from scratch.
"I've learned the spells, but I still don't get how to create my own."
Ye Chuan stroked his chin, then turned his head to look at Lilith floating behind him.
"It can't just be piecing together the magic I've learned, right?"
Lilith slowly sipped her fruit juice and rolled her eyes dramatically, looking at him like he was an unenlightened idiot.
"Origin Magic is the source of all magic. It's not for you to play with like building blocks."
"When you master the Origin, you are magic itself."
"I don't get it."
"..."
Lilith was a bit speechless, her tone carrying a hint of frustration at his failure to meet expectations.
"You can rely on your own imagination, not just memorize those rigid rules."
"Whatever you want it to be in your heart, that's what it will be. You don't need to do anything flashy at the start."
"Keep it simple. Think of a spark of fire, think of a gust of wind. If you can make it appear according to your will, then you've got it."
"Imagination?" Ye Chuan's gaze fell on Lilith.
Lilith floated in mid-air with her legs crossed. The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, revealing a small section of her fair calves.
Hmm...
Ye Chuan didn't say anything and started thinking along his own train of thought.
A faint, almost imperceptible power drifted in Ye Chuan's mind like a silk thread.
This process lasted for a full ten minutes before Ye Chuan suddenly seemed to grasp something. "I got it."
The next second, an upward draft condensed beneath Lilith.
Lilith's skirt was instantly blown up by the draft!
"Magic, Updraft."
The air instantly fell silent.
Lilith froze in mid-air. She was stunned for two seconds until her skirt slowly drifted back down. Her entire small face, from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp.
"Ye Chuan!!!"
A crackling purple beam of light instantly gathered at her fingertips, but she forcefully stopped herself just as she was about to throw it, only glaring at him.
"What were you thinking?"
"No, no, no, I was just practicing!" Ye Chuan hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, but he couldn't hold back a trollish grin.
"Look, didn't I successfully create wind? And it's a precisely controlled updraft. Perfect!"
"Perfect my foot!!" Lilith casually grabbed an empty orange juice bottle nearby and threw it at him.
"If you dare do this kind of nonsense again, I'll blast you into a cinder!!"
Ye Chuan caught the bottle with a smile.
So this was how it really worked.
Magic formulas, rules, and logic—they were all meaningless in the face of Origin Magic.
Wherever he wanted the wind to blow, the wind would blow.
Whatever form he wanted the power to take, it would take that form.
Just as Lilith said, it relied entirely on imagination.
He had always overcomplicated magic before, which ended up restricting him.
Ye Chuan focused his mind and mobilized the Origin Magic once again. In his head, he began to sketch out the concept of flight.
Not the crude spatial jumps from before, nor relying on spiritual energy for lift, but purely using magic to free himself from gravity, floating freely in the air just like Lilith.
The moment the thought settled, a gentle white halo enveloped his entire body.
Ye Chuan's toes slowly left the ground. He wobbled a bit at first, but after a couple of sways, he quickly stabilized, standing as firmly as if he were on flat ground.
Finally, following his will, he slowly drifted upward until he reached the same height as Lilith.
"Oh?" Ye Chuan tried flying forward a bit and did a spin. He was incredibly agile.
Flying without relying on spiritual energy was indeed very novel for Ye Chuan.
He looked at Lilith. "Master, I've finally figured out how to play with this Origin Magic."
"Who's your master." Lilith glanced at him. Seeing that he had truly mastered it, she waved her hand as if shaking off a burden.
"Now that you've learned it, don't come bothering me for no reason in the future."
Ye Chuan didn't argue with her. He looked down and opened the interface on his phone.
He saw that the Foundation Perfection Rate on the panel had jumped straight to 89 percent!
"Lilith, if I want someone dead, can I really create a magic for that?" Ye Chuan asked Lilith curiously.
"You can," Lilith said calmly. "As long as you can withstand the backlash of the Origin Magic."
"Backlash?"
"You just need to know that everything comes with a price." After saying that, Lilith's figure blurred, and she vanished from the spot.
"Went back to her room?" Seeing Lilith disappear, Ye Chuan studied the Origin Magic in his hands. If it was really as Lilith said, he shouldn't act recklessly either.
"Fire." As Ye Chuan spoke, terrifying flames of extremely high temperature condensed at his fingertips, warping the surrounding space.
"Turn into a Chicken." As Ye Chuan's words fell, the flames in his hand flew out, landing a short distance away and transforming into a massive, dozens-of-meters-tall Chicken.
The giant Chicken flapped its wings, looking just like a living creature.
"Hmm..." Ye Chuan looked at the Chicken in the distance. With a shift of his thoughts, the creature immediately performed a shoulder tackle on the spot.
It works.
Completely at his whim.
This was the terrifying aspect of Origin Magic.
"If that's the case." Ye Chuan tried another application.
"Little Ke."
As Ye Chuan's voice faded, a flash of white light appeared, and a figure materialized in front of him, looking a bit bewildered.
"Me?" Lan Little Ke looked around. "H-how did I end up here?"
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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.
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.”
