The Domain of Chaos devoured all light. Only Ye Chuan's aura and the demonic energy swirling around the Demon King remained, clashing in the boundless darkness and producing faint, crackling sounds.
"..."
"Interesting."
Ye Chuan felt the voice in his mind growing clearer, as if another version of himself was screaming desperately, making his temples throb violently.
"Don't kill her! She's Angelina!"
"She's not some Demon King! She's the little girl who would wait at the door for you to come home!"
"Did you forget that you promised to protect her forever?!"
A sharp pain exploded from deep within his mind, and Ye Chuan clutched his head.
"Soul Split," Ye Chuan muttered, narrowing his eyes before striking his own body with his palm.
Golden light spilled from his body, intertwining and tearing at a faint trace of white light. Eventually, the white light broke free from its bonds, falling in front of him and condensing into another Ye Chuan.
It was the Ye Chuan from when he had lost his memories.
His eyes were clear and gentle, looking like a completely different person from the current Ye Chuan, who radiated cold killing intent.
"Step aside."
Feeling the noisy voices in his head disappear, Ye Chuan spoke coldly, his golden eyes devoid of any emotion.
The Hero's Sword trembled slightly in his hand. "She is in a weakened state right now. If we miss this chance and wait until the Demon King fully awakens, things will get troublesome."
"I won't!"
The other Ye Chuan spread his arms wide, blocking the path to the Demon King. Even though his body was merely formed of consciousness and as fragile as a piece of paper before Ye Chuan,
"She did nothing wrong! She never wanted to be any Demon King!"
"She didn't want to kill the people of Yisu Town! She clearly hesitated just now! She still has Angelina's consciousness in her heart! We can save her! We definitely can!"
"Save her?"
Ye Chuan sneered, his voice laced with endless mockery.
"Then who will save the people of Yisu Town? Who will save the girls in the Succubus Brothel who managed to survive with such difficulty? What did those people do wrong? Just because she is the Demon King, they deserve to die in vain under that sword strike?!"
He raised a finger, pointing at the flat, scorched earth outside the domain. "Look outside! There is nothing left! Thousands of lives, all gone just because she swung her sword!"
"The Succubus Brothel is gone!"
"The Succubus Brothel is gone!"
"The Succubus Brothel is gone!"
He questioned repeatedly.
At this moment, the other Ye Chuan froze, the color instantly draining from his face.
He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't utter a single word.
"But... you can't blame her..." His voice grew quieter, carrying a sobbing tone.
"She couldn't control herself..."
"A Demon King for a day, a Demon King for a lifetime."
Ye Chuan slowly raised his hand. Black mist surged in his palm, and a longsword appeared out of thin air.
The Demon Sword, Bayana.
"Don't get in the way."
"No!"
The other Ye Chuan lunged forward, trying to stop him.
But his body was just a stream of consciousness, possessing no power at all.
With a flick of his wrist, Ye Chuan drove the Demon Sword straight through his chest.
"Pfft—"
The body formed of consciousness bled no blood; instead, countless tiny white motes of light drifted away from the wound.
The other Ye Chuan looked down at the Demon Sword in his chest, then looked up at Ye Chuan. There was no resentment in his eyes, only endless sorrow and reluctance.
He opened his mouth and, with his last ounce of strength, softly called out:
"Angelina..."
"Please..."
As his voice faded, his body completely turned into a sky full of light motes, continuously dissipating.
A large portion of those light motes fell onto Ye Chuan and merged into his skin.
Ye Chuan stood in place.
He thought that by killing that weak version of himself, he could completely sever all ties. But those warm memories carved into his bones surged up like a tide, impossible to shake off.
"I can't sever the memories..." Ye Chuan took a deep breath, but didn't dwell on it too much.
And all of this was witnessed by the Demon King hovering in midair.
She watched with her own eyes as the Ye Chuan who would smile at her, gently call her name, and protect her behind his back was killed by the other, cold-hearted Ye Chuan.
Those drifting white motes of light, each carrying memories between her and him, pierced her heart like needles.
"Ah—!!!"
The Demon King let out a heart-wrenching roar.
The Demon King's power within her completely erupted. Deep purple demonic energy soared into the sky, dyeing the entire Domain of Chaos pitch black!
A terrifying pressure swept across the entire domain, making even Ye Chuan's Domain of Chaos tremble violently!
Yet despite this, with Ye Chuan's level of strength, he remained largely unaffected.
But—
Angelina had completely demonized.
The Demon King, who still retained a sliver of Angelina's consciousness, had completely vanished after seeing Ye Chuan kill the version of himself that loved her.
All that remained was a true world-destroying Demon King, filled with hatred and pain.
Ye Chuan froze for a moment, revealing a thoughtful expression. "..."
"You've got to be kidding."
He hadn't expected that killing his original self would become the last straw that broke Angelina.
At this moment, the Demon King slowly raised her hand, and the black flames on the Demon King Sword burned even more fiercely.
She looked at Ye Chuan, and for the first time, clear hatred appeared in her emotionless eyes.
"You killed him."
Her voice was as hoarse as grinding gravel, carrying apocalyptic fury.
"Then you can die with him."
"It's hard to say who will die," Ye Chuan said indifferently, the Hero's Sword in his other hand emitting a faint glow.
It contained a trace of the Hero's power. Ye Chuan wasn't sure if it could defeat the Demon King before him.
But how would he know without trying?
[Name: Demon King Angelina
Demon King of the Aether Continent, Lord of Absolute Death
Strength: Tier 10
Skills—
Demon King's Demise: Applies a 100% lethal effect to touched objects of equal or lower tier. Cannot be immunized, evaded, or restored.
Demon King's Protection: Passively invincible. Can only be damaged by the Hero and Hero-related skills. Immune to lethal effects.
Demon King's Armor: Absorbs 100% of the vitality and mana from dead creatures in the vicinity.
Absolute Domination: Possesses 100% commanding effect over the Demon Race.
...]
The familiar status panel appeared before Ye Chuan. The question marks originally belonging to the Demon King had turned into Angelina's name.
Looking at the emotionless, white-haired Demon King in front of him, Ye Chuan looked around before his gaze finally landed on the Hero's Sword in his hand.
Perhaps because the timeline he traveled to was different, the Hero's Sword here was actually stronger than it would be a thousand years in the future, meaning it contained a trace of the Hero's power.
"Crack." A shattering sound echoed.
Ye Chuan forcibly shattered the Hero's Sword in his hand, ultimately turning it into an orb of light.
The next moment, the power of Chaos surged forth, directly devouring the origin of that trace of Hero's power.
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
