Ash's body suddenly stiffened, and countless fine cracks instantly appeared across the surface of his rock-like skin.
"What did you say?"
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Are you kidding me?!"
Ash didn't care about the others, but Juhuo was different. He was a once-in-a-ten-thousand-years genius of the Haji race, the successor Ash had personally trained.
"Director, His Highness Juhuo... is indeed dead." The deputy handed over the terminal in his hand.
"This is the final footage transmitted by his personal recorder. It lasted less than three seconds before the signal was completely cut off."
Ash snatched the terminal away.
The screen displayed a chaotic sea of blood-red.
In the blurry footage, a massive black-and-red banner that blotted out the sky unfurled in the air. Countless twisted souls surged out from the banner, swallowing everything in the surroundings like a black tide.
Juhuo's figure was as insignificant as a speck of dust before the tide. He let out a desperate scream, and his entire being, along with his power of rules, was instantly sucked into the banner. Not even a single trace of him was left behind.
It was as if he had been casually crushed to death, and the attack hadn't even been aimed at him.
The final frozen frame showed the back of a human wearing casual clothes.
He just stood there quietly in the void, his back to the camera, as if he had merely waved his sleeve to casually obliterate an early-stage Rule-level genius.
"Humans... This is the power of the cultivation civilization..."
Ash gripped the terminal tightly.
"Good, very good."
He abruptly turned around and looked at the slumbering monster in the incubation pod, his eyes filled with insane murderous intent.
"Initiate Project Origin God immediately."
"Start the Origin God for me!"
"I want to play Origin God!"
"Director! You can't!" The deputy's expression changed drastically as he lunged forward to stop him.
"D23-001 hasn't completed its final tuning. Its sanity is highly unstable. Activating it now will cause it to lose control!"
He hadn't expected the usually rational Ash to become so irritable. Was Juhuo really that important?
Or was he being influenced by the Origin God?
"Lose control?" Ash seemed to gradually calm down.
"Go, inject the other Origin Stone serums to make its physical body indestructible. Then add the Sanity Potion, and let's see the final result."
"Understood." Seeing Ash calm down, the assistant also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
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Meanwhile, at the exit of the public warp channel.
The silver-white Phantom slowly sailed out of the light band.
Su Rui sat in the pilot's seat, her expression extremely grave.
She continuously adjusted the radar, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper. "Strange, why aren't there any patrol ships here? Hasn't the border of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance always been strictly guarded?"
Ye Chuan leaned back on the sofa, looking nonchalant. "What are you afraid of? It's better if someone comes, saving us the trouble of looking for them."
Just as he finished speaking, the ship's radar suddenly blared a frantic warning.
[Warning! A large number of unidentified armed targets detected approaching rapidly! Locked on by enemy weapons!]
Su Rui snapped her head up and looked out the viewport.
Dozens of red warships emerged from the surrounding asteroid belt, completely encircling the Phantom.
The lines of these warships were incredibly soft and elegant. The bow of each ship featured a statue with open arms, sporting a pair of small black wings on its back.
"This... is the Succubus fleet of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance," Su Rui said.
"They are the vanguard of the Alliance. They excel at using mental charm to control their enemies. Many Federation fleets were bewildered by them and ended up slaughtering each other."
As she spoke, a voice came through the public channel.
"Listen up, human ship ahead~ Stop your engines immediately, hand over all your valuables, and come out like good little boys and girls to surrender~~ There will be a reward~"
Lin Xi's face instantly flushed red, and she hurriedly covered her ears. "What a disgusting voice!"
However, a voice like this shouldn't be able to affect Mr. Ye. After all, he wasn't even affected by the corruption of Outer Gods.
Lin Xi turned her head, only to find Ye Chuan looking outside with a curious expression. "Succubi? Where are the succubi?"
What?!
Are you charmed?
Outside, on the Succubus warships, countless succubi stood on the decks, striking seductive poses at the Phantom.
They had flawless faces and incredibly hot bodies. The small black wings on their backs flapped gently, and every movement was brimming with temptation.
Leading them was a Succubus Queen wearing a long red dress. She had wine-red hair and a charming smile on her lips.
Seeing Ye Chuan appear at the viewport, her voice grew even more coquettish.
"What a handsome little human brother~ Don't hide inside, come out and play with big sister~ I promise you won't want to leave~"
As she spoke, she unleashed an even more powerful mental charm.
But Ye Chuan looked at her with great interest.
"Play? Do you know how to give a massage? I'm a very picky person."
The smile on the Succubus Queen's face instantly froze.
Massage?
You want a massage?
"I don't know how to do that~" The Succubus Queen was also puzzled as to why Ye Chuan had no reaction at all. Could he resist mental manipulation?
"Is that so..." Ye Chuan said, a little disappointed. "You're a far cry from the succubi in my shop."
"You don't know what's good for you!"
The Succubus Queen's face darkened, and she said sharply, "Open fire! Blast the ship to pieces! Capture the men alive and kill the women on the spot!"
Dozens of Succubus warships opened fire simultaneously, energy beams shooting straight toward them!
Seeing this, Ye Chuan casually raised his right hand and gently clenched it toward the void.
All the incoming energy beams instantly halted in mid-air, then abruptly reversed course, shooting back toward the Succubus warships.
"Boom!!!"
A series of explosions rang out.
The five leading warships were instantly struck by their own attacks, turning into massive fireballs that filled the sky.
Debris and wreckage scattered everywhere. Many succubi who couldn't dodge in time were caught in the explosions, letting out shrill screams.
"You!" The Succubus Queen was both shocked and furious.
"Who exactly are you?! An Esper?!"
Controlling energy beams with just a physical body?!
"I'm here to take the Origin Stones," Ye Chuan said.
"Hand over all the Origin Stone veins, and deliver all the information the Ten Thousand Races Alliance has on the cultivation civilization. If you do, I can spare your lives."
"Oh, right, the Succubus race can actually get jobs at my massage parlor. Want to think about it?"
"In your dreams!" the Succubus Queen said through gritted teeth.
"You killed so many of our people, and you still want the Origin Stones? And you want us to give massages? Today, I will make you die right here!"
She abruptly spread her arms, and the wings on her back instantly enlarged. Countless black feathers shot toward the Phantom like sharp arrows.
Ye Chuan shook his head.
He took a step forward and appeared in the void.
Black-gold immortal power erupted from his body, forming a giant hand that swatted toward the remaining Succubus warships.
"No!"
The massive hand descended, and the remaining twenty-plus warships were instantly crushed into iron balls, then reduced to cosmic dust.
The entire process took less than a second.
The Succubus Queen had luckily escaped the disaster. Looking at Ye Chuan, who appeared like a demon god before her, she trembled in fear, even forgetting to flap her wings.
Ye Chuan teleported directly in front of the Succubus Queen, grabbing her and yanking her close. "Well... are you interested in the proposal I just made?"
The Succubus Queen winced, her chest aching from being pulled so roughly. "You... you..."
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!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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?!
