While Ye Chuan and his group were heading to the Myriad Races Alliance, on the other side...
Wanting, the main planet of the Myriad Races Alliance.
From a distance, it wasn't a single planet, but a giant stellar metropolis spanning star rings, satellite clusters, and dozens of artificial continents.
Countless fleets surrounded Wanting like schools of fish. Black, silver, and crimson warships cruised slowly under the starlight, each main battleship possessing enough firepower to suppress an ordinary colonial planet.
The Myriad Races Alliance controlled several nearby galaxy clusters.
Unlike the Human Federation with its unified system and parliament, it was more like a colossal behemoth pieced together from countless races.
The Tiger Race, Haji Race, Saofurui Race, Succubus Race, Angel Race, Cthulhu Race, Snake Race, Winged Race, Rock Spirit Race, Phantom Water Race... hundreds of powerful races were bound together by profit, bloodlines, war, and ancient pacts.
They found each other an eyesore and kept their guards up against one another.
Yet, when facing the Human Federation, they would tacitly stand on the same side.
The reason was simple: the Myriad Races Alliance looked down on humans, and the Human Federation looked down on the Myriad Races Alliance.
Both sides felt the other was a massive mistake in the developmental history of cosmic civilizations.
One felt the other was barbaric, chaotic, and relied solely on bloodlines and racial talents.
The other felt their counterpart was hypocritical, weak, and relied on systems and technology to forcefully elevate a bunch of feeble humans.
The Alliance and the Horde?
...
Wanting Star Ring, District 73, Laboratory D23.
Hidden deep underground on an abandoned satellite, its outer layer was protected by three hundred energy barriers, and twelve elite guards of the Myriad Races Alliance were stationed inside.
All personnel entering and exiting had to undergo bloodline identification, soul fluctuation checks, and mental pollution tests.
"How is the recent progress of the Origin God Project?" someone asked.
"Not too smooth," another person said flatly. "It's too difficult to activate the Origin God."
"Glug glug glug..."
Not far away stood a massive transparent incubation tank.
The tank was hundreds of meters tall, filled with liquid.
Suspended in the liquid was an indescribable monster.
It had an ape-like upper body with thick bones and muscles that piled up on its surface like black rocks. Twelve twisted bone spikes grew from its back, each entwined with faint silver patterns.
It had a gigantic right hand.
The arm looked almost heavier than its entire body. The surface of its fist was covered in a layer of grayish-white bone armor, upon which a bizarre symbol faintly appeared.
In front of the tank, dozens of researchers were busy at work.
They came from different races; some had snake tails, some were covered in scales, and some had crystalline antennae on their heads.
Yet, no matter who it was, when they looked at the monster in the tank at this moment, their eyes were filled with a mix of excitement and fear.
An old man in a white lab coat stood at the very front.
He was the head of Laboratory D23, named Ash.
Hailing from the Rock Spirit Race.
His lifespan had already exceeded ten million years.
His deputy stood behind him, holding the latest data report, suppressing the excitement in his voice.
"Director, the Origin God entity D23-001 has completed its seventh round of Origin Stone serum injections. Its vital signs are stable, and its rule fluctuations are continuing to strengthen."
Ash did not speak immediately, just staring at the monster in the tank. "Stable?"
The deputy paused, his expression a bit awkward. "Relatively stable."
Ash sneered.
"Relatively stable" simply meant it hadn't blown up the lab on the spot. However, in Laboratory D23, this was indeed considered good news.
Origin Stone veins were something the Myriad Races Alliance had always been researching.
It was a special mineral excavated from the depths of specific planets, containing highly unstable high-dimensional energy.
At first, the Alliance only treated it as an advanced energy source.
Later, they discovered that Origin Stones were more than just energy.
They could alter life!
The purified Origin Stone serum could cause ordinary creatures to mutate, thereby gaining extraordinary powers.
This substance was very similar to the Human Federation's extraordinary concoctions.
The difference was that the Federation's concoctions were more stable, safer, and more suitable for large-scale distribution.
But the Origin Stone serum was different.
It was unstable.
Extremely unstable.
So unstable that after injection, the test subject might become stronger, or they might instantly turn into a pile of mush.
But the serum had one advantage the Alliance could not refuse.
Its upper limit was extremely high.
Absurdly high.
Most of the Federation's concoctions could only grant people abilities like elemental, mental, or physical enhancements.
But the Origin Stone serum, in very rare cases, could allow the subject to touch upon rules.
The Rule Level!
That was a realm countless extraordinary individuals could hardly touch in their entire lifetimes.
And the serum had the potential to let a creature originally devoid of even intelligence directly acquire a power akin to rules.
The price was also obvious.
Mutated creatures were very difficult to control.
They usually lost their minds, attacking everything in sight.
Some subjects would even turn themselves into literal accident scenes right in the lab due to conflicting rules.
Laboratory D23 had failed many times before.
In one experiment, they mutated a Zerg broodmother with the Devour ability. That thing ate half the experimental zone in three minutes, not even sparing the alloy walls.
Another time, they created a mollusk with the Duplicate ability. It copied itself over seven hundred times, and it took the researchers three days to clean them all up.
There was also a special test subject with shapeshifting abilities that turned everyone into female Haji Race members, meaning all the researchers became catgirls.
Even though the Haji Race expressed a desire to keep this test subject, it was still destroyed.
But D23-001 right before them was different.
It was the most successful test subject to date.
Because the rule it acquired was simple, brutal, and terrifying.
Insta-kill.
As long as its fist hit the target, it could directly destroy the opponent's life structure.
Whether the target was a carbon-based lifeform, a silicon-based lifeform, an energy lifeform, or a cyborg.
As long as it was judged as a living creature.
One punch.
Death.
The lab had already conducted tests.
A Rock-Armored Behemoth with extremely strong vitality was hit by its punch. There were no wounds on the outside, but all life activities inside its body stopped in that exact instant.
The first time Ash saw those test results, he fell silent for a full ten minutes.
Then, he only said one sentence.
"Keep feeding it the Origin Stone serum."
The deputy looked at the monster in the tank, his voice trembling slightly.
"Director, its rule fluctuations are fast approaching the critical point. If we continue the injections, it might lose control."
Ash turned his head and glanced at him. "If we don't continue the injections, it is merely a hazardous item."
"Only by continuing the injections can it possibly become a strategic weapon."
The deputy didn't dare to advise further.
Ash looked up at the slumbering monster in the tank.
"The Human Federation has extraordinary concoctions, the Starfall Fleet, and those Rule-level powerhouses who think themselves noble."
"We need a blade that can shut them up."
"D23-001 is that blade."
"I want it to possess not only the power to instantly kill, but also an unrivaled physical body."
At this moment, the assistant noticed a message pop up on the terminal. "Um... Director, I have some bad news."
"Speak."
"Your great-great-grandson, Juhuo of the Haji race, is dead."
"What?!"
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.
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!
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?!
