Chen Yi's true form sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion. Before his avatar, which carried the main body of the chat group, ripples formed in the air as a dazzling portal emerged.
Another avatar abruptly opened its eyes and stepped into the portal without hesitation.
[You have chosen to execute the mission in avatar form. Verification complete: this avatar meets combat requirements. Commencing teleportation.]
In an instant, Chen Yi sensed his avatar traversing endless time and space. Were it not for the entanglement of consciousness that transcended the limits of time and space, the avatar would have instantly lost connection with the true form.
Meanwhile.
In the Western Sea Grand World.
On a forested path outside Boling City, Southwest Province of the Hitt Empire.
An Lan, still clad in his patched priest's robe, was surrounded by twelve black-clad figures.
"Hey, friends! What's the point of all this fighting? We're all here for that damned money—shouldn't we share the sin equally?"
"Damn it, my suggestion is we split the 100,000 gold coins!"
"Fine, fine, I'll compromise—just give me 8,000."
"Then let's split it!"
Clang!
Blades clashed in an instant. The black-clad figures, who had just been amiably discussing an equal split, were now locked in a deadlock.
"Hahaha, that's not very fair, is it? We agreed to split it—why draw your swords?!"
"Tch, as if you were any slower with yours!"
"Seems everyone wants the full 100,000. Then let's see whose swordsmanship reigns supreme!"
"May the Lord bless me!"
"..."
An Lan was left standing in the center, completely ignored as if he weren’t even a person.
If it weren’t for the fact that withdrawing money from the Imperial Bank required his physical presence, he would have already been beheaded.
But An Lan didn’t mind at all—this was all part of his plan.
As long as he wasn’t instantly killed, he was as steady as an old dog!
The almighty Group Master had accepted the mission and was on his way. Filled with confidence, An Lan even watched with amusement as the black-clad figures fought to the death over him.
Boom!
Just as the twelve black-clad figures were about to bash each other’s brains out, an overwhelming pressure surged from all directions!
The figures froze, looking up in disbelief.
Above them, a rolling black mist like storm clouds descended. From the heavens emerged a towering figure wielding a staff, his face concealed behind a silver mask, radiating an oppressive aura that was impossible to ignore.
He gazed down at the group below, his voice booming like thunder: "Pathetic scavengers, this fortune is not for your grasping. Retreat now, and I shall spare your wretched lives!"
Trembling under the immense pressure, one of the black-clad figures stammered, "A... a third-tier powerhouse—the Magic Spirit Captain?!"
Recognized, the Magic Spirit Captain’s pupils narrowed. "Fools who know no better!"
Before his words even faded—
Splat! Splat! Splat!
The twelve black-clad figures instantly burst into clouds of blood mist.
An Lan was pressed flat against the ground by the pressure, looking utterly disheveled—yet he laughed uncontrollably. "Hahahaha! I’ve been waiting for you! You finally showed up!"
The third-tier powerhouse, the Magic Spirit Captain, hovered in the air, coldly glancing at him. "Cease your idiocy. I’ve already investigated—you have no backers. If you don’t wish to experience the wonders of dark magic, you will obey!"
"Hahahaha..." An Lan continued laughing. "Are you sure the me you see is the real me?!"
"Oh, Goddess of Wisdom, look upon this child you’ve forsaken!" The Magic Spirit Captain shook his head, wasting no more words. He raised a hand and reached down to seize An Lan.
But An Lan, as if truly terrified, didn’t even try to dodge. Instead, he roared, "Then let the tides turn—now!"
The moment he spoke—
The void trembled!
A vast, crushing pressure descended, shaking the surrounding space until cracks split the air.
The next second.
A man clad in deep cyan Daoist robes, with sharp brows and star-like eyes, stepped forward. His transcendent aura was like that of an immortal descending to the mortal realm.
Thud!
The hovering Magic Spirit Captain plummeted, crashing heavily to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Th-this power... has a god descended?! How is this possible?!"
Meanwhile, An Lan trembled with excitement, shouting, "All hail the arrival of the Group Master!"
What gibberish is this... Chen Yi raised an eyebrow, then extended his divine sense to gather fragments of nearby residual souls. In moments, he grasped this world’s basic knowledge and common language.
"Hmm, that unemployed Light God... you’re Adolf An Lan?"
An Lan blinked, belatedly realizing what had happened. "Y-yes, Great One! You’re incredible—not only mastering our language instantly but even learning my name! My admiration for you is as boundless as an endless river, as overwhelming as the Yellow River’s floods—"
"Enough!" Chen Yi waved him off, then glanced at the distant Magic Spirit Captain. Calmly, he asked, "An Lan, as the mission trigger, how should I deal with that one to complete the task?"
He was eager to explore this world—the sooner this was resolved, the sooner he could leave. The chat group system was still suppressing his full power, preventing him from fully invading this realm.
Meanwhile, the Magic Spirit Captain, hearing this, felt as if lightning had struck his mind. "Y-you... you came for me?!"
"Have you mistaken me for someone else? Your presence is godlike—why target a mere third-tier mage like me? I’m not some filthy goblin!"
"Or have I offended you somehow? But how could I possibly offend you?!"
The third-tier Magic Spirit Captain was utterly bewildered.
"You didn’t offend me?!" An Lan scoffed. "If not for the Group Master’s aid, I’d already be dead by your hand!"
"I only thought about it—I never acted! Fine, I admit I was wrong! You weren’t actually hurt, so how about I compensate you with 10,000... no, 8,000 gold coins? Let’s call it even!" The Magic Spirit Captain spoke as if this were perfectly reasonable.
"Pah! Where was your reason when you slaughtered those twelve black-clad men just now? Now you want to reason with me?!" An Lan spat. "Seems I’ve been a priest for too long—I’ve grown too soft!"
"Ahem... right, the mood’s here. I can’t be bothered to reason with you—you’re not worthy!"
With that, he bowed deeply to Chen Yi and declared, "Great Group Master, please execute this wretch!"
"No!" The Magic Spirit Captain protested desperately. "I’ve admitted my mistake—what more do you want? Even if this went to the Imperial Court, I’d only be guilty of attempted crime, not punishable by death! You can’t just—"
Before he could finish, Chen Yi, having confirmed the mission requirements, casually flicked his hand. An invisible wave of energy swept past, and the Magic Spirit Captain—who had terrorized Boling City for over a century—fell silent.
A gentle breeze blew, scattering his body and soul into wisps of smoke, leaving no trace behind.
[Ding! Mission complete. Rewards have been deposited into your chat group account. Please check.]
[You currently have two choices.]
【Option 1: Activate the portal immediately to return to your original world.】
【Option 2: Freely choose your return time.】
【Friendly Reminder: The chat group's celestial interference shield will deactivate in two and a half minutes. As an otherworldly visitor, your overwhelming power will inevitably trigger expulsion by this world's Heavenly Dao. The process carries extreme danger—immediate return is strongly advised!】
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agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
