"Angelina!!"
Ye Chuan roared with all his might, blood and foam spewing from his throat.
He raised his head, staring fixedly at the cold and beautiful figure in mid-air, his eyes full of despair and pain.
Angelina...
The sword raised high by the Demon King suddenly paused in mid-air.
Her body trembled violently. In her dark purple eyes, an emotion other than coldness appeared for the first time—
It was a deep-seated confusion and agony.
Countless fragmented scenes flooded into her mind like a tide.
That figure protecting her.
That warm embrace.
That smile...
Those scenes were so blurry, yet so real, carrying a warmth that made her heart ache.
"Angelina..."
She repeated the name unconsciously. A sharp pain came from her heart, hurting more than any damage caused by magic.
"Lord Demon King! What's wrong?!" Satania, seeing her hesitate, shouted anxiously,
"Kill him quickly! He is the enemy of the Demon Race!"
Satania's shout was like a basin of cold water, waking the Demon King up.
She suddenly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the confusion in her eyes had disappeared, leaving only an even more piercing coldness.
She severed her own arm with her sword. The pain suppressed that inexplicable emotion, completely pushing Angelina's personality back into the depths of her consciousness.
"In the way."
She spat out these words coldly. With a twist of her wrist, the Demon King's Sword, carrying world-destroying power, slashed ruthlessly onto Ye Chuan's body!
"Pfft—"
The blade completely submerged into Ye Chuan's body, pinning him to the scorched ground.
Black demonic energy surged into his body through the wound, frantically destroying his meridians and internal organs.
Ye Chuan's body suddenly stiffened. His head slowly drooped down, and he stopped moving altogether.
A crystal-clear teardrop fell from the corner of the Demon King's eye without warning.
The teardrop rolled down her cold and glamorous cheek, dripping onto her black wings, spreading a small wet mark.
The Demon King was stunned.
She raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching her cheek, feeling that drop of warm liquid.
"Why..."
She muttered to herself, her voice filled with unprecedented confusion, "Why am I crying?"
"Why does my heart... hurt so much?"
She clearly didn't know this human.
She was clearly the lofty King of the Demon Race.
But why, looking at him falling under her sword, did she feel like something important had been shattered by her own hands?
Satania didn't notice the Demon King's abnormality. Looking at Ye Chuan lying on the ground, she danced with excitement:
"Great! Lord Demon King! You finally killed him! Let's go back!"
The Demon King did not respond.
She just quietly looked at Ye Chuan's corpse, her eyes complex and difficult to read.
After a long while, she slowly withdrew the Demon King's Sword and turned around, preparing to leave.
Right at this moment.
The Demon King's footsteps paused, because she noticed wounds suddenly appearing on her body without any warning.
Then, a barrier of the Demon King's power appeared, blocking this attack.
"Lord Demon King?" Satania was stunned, but soon, as if she had discovered something, she pointed towards Ye Chuan!
A bright light erupted from Ye Chuan's body, like a second sun rising, illuminating the entire pitch-black night sky.
Ye Chuan's originally severed body healed rapidly at a visible speed. His broken bones emitted crisp sounds, and his damaged internal organs regrew perfectly.
He slowly stood up from the ground.
The wounds on his body had disappeared. The surface of his skin glowed with a faint golden halo, and his originally messy black hair became dark and shiny, fluttering in the wind.
"...How is this possible?!"
The smile on Satania's face instantly froze, filled with hysterical fear. "You were clearly dead! What kind of magic is this?! What the hell are you?!"
Ye Chuan didn't look at her.
He just raised his hand, looking at his palm, feeling the familiar yet strange, vast sea-like power within his body.
Countless memory fragments flashed rapidly through his mind.
Everything clearly surfaced before his eyes.
"So that's how it is..."
"The Famous Blade was triggered... The forced recovery of all injuries also cured my amnesia."
Ye Chuan muttered in a low voice, and then suddenly burst into loud laughter.
The laughter grew louder and louder, more and more frantic, echoing throughout the heaven and earth.
"Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"
"I remember everything now!"
"Buzz—"
As his voice fell, a golden domain instantly expanded outwards with Ye Chuan at the center.
Wherever the domain passed, the scorched earth became fertile again, withered vegetation sprouted new shoots, and the shattered space was slowly repaired.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing the bright moon and a sky full of stars.
This entire area seemed to have been purified by this golden light.
One thought determines life and death.
The moment the domain unfolded, Satania was crushed to the ground by an irresistible, terrifying force, unable to move.
Her bones let out groans of being overwhelmed, her skin cracked inch by inch, and black blood spurted out.
She looked at Ye Chuan in terror, unable to even let out a scream.
Ye Chuan glanced at her indifferently, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if looking at an ant.
Just this single glance.
"Pfft—"
Satania's body instantly turned into a mist of blood. Even her soul was thoroughly crushed, dissipating into the air without leaving a single trace.
The Eighth-Tier Demon Lord, Satania of the Formless.
Instant kill.
"Heh, turns out she was just a low-level demon." Ye Chuan didn't even have a bit of interest in her divine soul.
After dealing with Satania, Ye Chuan slowly raised his head and looked at the Demon King in mid-air.
The Demon King was currently gripping the Demon King's Sword tightly, watching him warily.
She could clearly feel the vast, boundless power emanating from Ye Chuan. It was a power far beyond her imagination, one capable of easily destroying the entire world.
The human she had clearly killed with a single sword strike just a moment ago was now making her feel unprecedented fear.
"Just who are you?"
The Demon King's voice remained cold, but it carried a faint, imperceptible tremble.
Ye Chuan looked at her, his golden eyes completely unruffled.
"Demon King?" Ye Chuan also noticed that this Demon King seemed to have not fully awakened yet, which meant—
He could kill her!
Ye Chuan instantly summoned the Chaos Domain, dragging the Demon King inside!
The Demon King flapped her giant wings, frowning as she looked at the surrounding domain that devoured all light.
Ye Chuan's figure slowly emerged from the chaos. A smile traced the corners of his mouth, and the Hero's Sword appeared in his hand, shining faintly.
"Die, Demon King."
However, just as this thought arose in Ye Chuan's mind, another voice echoed in his brain.
[No, Angelina!]
[She is not the Demon King! She is Angelina!]
Ye Chuan: "..."
Ye Chuan narrowed his eyes.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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."
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.
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.”
