First-tier E’mo lack eyes and cannot see, while second-tier E’mo have no ears and cannot hear. Though they can instinctively sense life fluctuations, their reactions are always a step slow, making first and second-tier E’mo relatively easy to deal with.
But third-tier E’mo are different. Not only do they have pupils in their eyes, but they also possess six ears, granting them keen reflexes and lightning-fast movements. Combined with their formidable physical strength, which grants them overwhelming offensive and defensive capabilities, a single swipe of their claws can easily kill a second-tier evolved human!
Bald Leader and Second Brother were closing in on nine second-tier E’mo, completely unaware of the ghostly figure emerging from the sewer behind them.
Squelch!
A flash of crimson light—a razor-sharp claw tore a deep gash across Bald Leader’s back, blood gushing out in a torrent.
"Damn it!"
Bald Leader reacted swiftly, rolling forward in a tactical dodge, leaving a trail of stark red blood on the ground.
"Boss!" Fire Man’s eyes blazed with fury, flames erupting from his pupils as he shot a searing blast straight at the ghostly figure.
But it was useless!
The third-tier E’mo was too fast!
In martial arts, speed reigns supreme!
With a flicker, it dodged the flames and reappeared behind Fire Man in an instant, raising its claw high for a killing strike!
Boom!
Just as Fire Man was about to meet his doom, a streak of lightning accompanied by a howling gale rushed in at breakneck speed!
It was Bald Leader!
Ignoring his own injuries, he pushed his speed to the limit, barely managing to slam into the third-tier E’mo and knock it away before its claw could descend on Fire Man.
"Second Brother, I’ll hold it off—you run!!!"
After shoving the E’mo aside, Bald Leader gritted his teeth against the pain and roared at Fire Man.
He had been infected with the E’nan Virus from the wound—there was no time to return for the antidote. All he could do now was buy time for his sworn brother before the mutation took hold!
But unfortunately, Fire Man was a hotheaded fool.
"Boss, what the kind of bullshit are you spouting?"
"Second Brother, you—!" Bald Leader wanted to argue, but the creeping effects of the E’nan Virus forced him to clench his jaw, veins bulging as speech became impossible.
Fire Man stepped forward, flames flickering around him.
"Brothers in life, brothers in death!"
"We swore an oath before the Martial God’s statue—though we weren’t born on the same day, we’ll die on the same day!"
"And now you want me to run? Run my !"
"Those Divine Arms Squad, acting all high and mighty when they didn’t even clean up properly! Sending us stragglers to mop up their mess—treating us like cannon fodder!"
"!"
Fire Man’s curses grew fiercer as his rage burned hotter, the flames around him swelling into an inferno.
With a sudden motion, a hundred blazing fireballs materialized in the air, raining down in a dense barrage toward the ghostly third-tier E’mo!
Even though he knew it wouldn’t work, abandoning his brother to flee alone was something he could never do.
When he was just eight years old, he’d been left to scavenge in the ruins, starving and skeletal.
Just as he lay on a filthy stuffed toy, waiting to die from hunger, it was Bald Leader—just twelve at the time—who had shoved a steaming white bun into his hands.
Even though Bald Leader was starving too, he’d shared his food with a stranger. Like a warm ray of light, he’d illuminated Fire Man’s bleak existence.
Sure, Bald Leader was a thief—but he never let Fire Man steal. Every time he brought back food, he made sure Fire Man ate first.
"I’m a thief, but my little brother isn’t!"
For ten years, they’d survived the apocalypse together, their lives only improving after they both awakened their evolution talents.
And now, Bald Leader expected him to run?
He’d rather die!
Watching the third-tier E’mo weave through the fireballs and close in rapidly, Fire Man suddenly grinned.
"Boss, actually..."
"I’ve got one last trick I’ve never shown you. Today, I’ll prove I’m not a coward!"
"Flames, grant me your power!"
"Super Badass Flame Explosion!!!"
BOOM!!!
A cataclysmic eruption of fire turned the surrounding hundred meters into a sea of flames!
"Second Brother, you’re still so uncultured..."
Bald Leader chuckled bitterly, his pupils shrinking to near-invisibility as his body trembled unnaturally. The mutation could no longer be suppressed.
Summoning the last of his willpower, he locked eyes with the third-tier E’mo struggling to escape the inferno.
"Trying to run? Let’s see if you can handle me too..."
Whoosh!!!
A gale howled, fanning the flames higher!
CRACK!!!
Thunder roared, repelling the evil!
The third-tier E’mo was forced back into the fire, its hardened scales slowly melting under the blistering heat.
But the gap between second and third-tier was like an insurmountable chasm. Even with their all-out assault, the two high-tier evolved humans only managed to inflict superficial wounds—nothing fatal.
Instead, they had only enraged the E’mo further. Defiant against the flames and lightning, it charged straight at the brothers.
But Bald Leader and Fire Man had long since cast aside fear. They exchanged one last smile, closed their eyes, and awaited death.
Pushing a third-tier E’mo this far was a feat they could be proud of!
Yet after waiting for what felt like an eternity, the expected pain of claws tearing through flesh never came.
Hesitantly, Fire Man opened his eyes—only to see the E’mo floating midair, limbs flailing uselessly, unable to exert any force.
And behind it, a stranger in ancient robes hovered effortlessly, a dazzling multicolored necklace around his neck. The man looked mildly surprised, muttering something under his breath—maybe even cursing them out.
Wait—
Boss!
After a brief mental lag, Fire Man whipped his head around in panic, spotting Bald Leader convulsing on the ground, his body twisting grotesquely as patches of fur sprouted from his once-bald scalp.
"BOSS!!!"
His anguished scream echoed through the ruins, drawing the hovering stranger’s gaze.
The man murmured softly, "Elder, those two young men seem to be in dire straits. Should we help?"
Indeed, this was none other than Ye Ancai, who had taken a shortcut straight to the scene.
A moment later, the beaded necklace responded, "Go take a look."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
