Lynn sighed, took a drag from his cigarette, and decisively denied, "No."
"Bullshit!" The King of Secret Source roared in fury.
"I... damn it..."
Seeing that the King of Secret Source was about to continue exposing his secrets, Lynn immediately spread his wings and soared into the sky in an instant.
Leaving no chance for him to speak.
"Wait for me to return. I'm going to the headquarters of the Order Church. There should be a demigod core there that you need to convert your source."
In a flash, Lynn's figure disappeared into the distant sky.
The King of Secret Source stretched out his hand, his face full of frustration.
But it was all in vain.
The evening breeze howled through the streets.
He was left alone.
After a long time.
He wearily got up, stumbling as he muttered, "Lynn, I know you want me to live. You're the best friend I've ever had. I really do want to see that world without gods with you..."
"But..."
He took a deep breath, looked up at the starry sky with a weathered gaze.
"I've lived too long. Many say the older you get, the more you fear death, but have they ever thought that death might be a relief?"
"Thank you for giving me this chance, Lynn. Although it will be a great disappointment to you, allow me to make this decision..."
He struggled to reach out his hand, pressing it against his chest, against his very essence.
She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Let's meet in the next life...”
Bam—
(Note: This is an onomatopoeic word that represents a sudden, sharp sound like a loud clap or impact.)
His words were cut short.
A foot suddenly appeared out of thin air and kicked him in the face. His body instantly spun 150 degrees in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Face first.
The demonic form of Lynn cracked his knuckles and took a deep breath, "I knew you wanted to die, spreading all that negativity. How could I not be prepared? Damn, I was right!"
The King of Secret Source twitched.
He turned his head with great difficulty, staring with wide eyes, as two streams of blood flowed from his nose. Trembling, he reached out his hand and said:
You...you...
Lynn looked down at him. "I already told you to wait here for me, but you just wouldn't listen. You were planning to pull some tragic death scene in my arms once I returned with the god core, weren't you?"
"Please, you're playing the male supporting role, not the heroine!"
The King of Secret Source trembled. "I...I...I f***ing..."
Without another word.
Lynn grabbed the chains behind him, tied him up like a big rice dumpling, and then tossed him into the corner.
The King of Secret Source struggled angrily and said: "Lynn, you're going too far! I'm telling you, I have my dignity! Untie me, untie me..."
Snap——
Lynn conjured a light bulb out of thin air and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
The King of Secret Source angrily said: "Woo—woo—"
Lynn clapped her hands and said indifferently, "Alright, be good and wait for me to come back, I'm leaving! Bye!"
In an instant, Lynn's figure disappeared into thin air.
He was left with only the furious accusations of the King of Secret Source.
"Woo——woo——"
...
Meanwhile.
In the city of Mithril, at the headquarters of the Order Church, in the Holy Hall.
Late at night, the candlelight flickered.
On the highest throne of the church, the Pope sat, dressed in pure white robes, holding a scepter embedded with gems, coldly gazing at the crowd below.
The hall was faintly filled with hymns.
"Your Holiness, the anomaly at Lakeside Town has been confirmed to be the work of the King of Secret Source. During the chaos a thousand years ago, our god sealed the King of Secret Source under the volcano!"
"The eruption a few days ago caused the first layer of the seal to loosen slightly, but the second layer is still functioning. The King of Secret Source has no ability to break through that barrier."
"Your Holiness, I believe this is an opportunity. The abundant Secret Source in the King of Secret Source's body could definitely become a powerful energy source for our church. If we could train a large number of Secret Source mages, our church's influence would undoubtedly expand further!"
Below the stage, the First Archbishop humbly bowed.
The Pope said lightly: "Let Saint Anna and Archbishop Augustus investigate further for a few more days. If we can find a way to circumvent those effects, this proposal is indeed worth considering."
He turned his gaze to another archbishop.
"What about the recent taxes? Our god's great cathedral still requires a lot of funds to be completed. There are only a hundred days left. If it's not finished within this time, you know the consequences."
The archbishop respectfully replied, "Your Holiness, please rest assured. We have increased taxes across the board, with a total of 213 different taxes. The basic taxes have already been collected up to the year 2021 of the Holy Calendar. Funds are definitely not a problem."
The Pope frowned slightly and said coldly:
"What about the nobles and royalty?"
The archbishop humbly smiled, "Your Holiness, please rest assured. We have reached an agreement with the kings and governors of the major kingdoms. They will lead the donations. If they donate, the nobles and merchants cannot refuse. After the event, the kings' money will be returned in full, and the nobles' money will be split 28-way."
"We get 8, the kings get 2. It's a win-win situation."
Hearing this, the Pope's indifferent expression softened slightly, revealing an almost imperceptible smile.
"You've done well, Archbishop. Our god has always had faith in your devotion and abilities. You will continue to receive our god's blessings."
The archbishop was overjoyed, humbly bowing, "Yes, praise our god, Your Holiness."
But at that moment.
Suddenly.
The entire Holy Hall violently shook.
Everyone inside lost their balance, stumbling and turning pale.
"What's going on?!" The Pope roared.
A soldier rushed in, kneeling on one knee, trembling, "Bad news! Your Holiness! A demon! A demon has appeared outside the city!"
At this news, everyone's faces turned pale.
A demon?
What a joke!
This was the headquarters of the Order Church, the Holy Hall of the God of Order.
What demon would dare to cause trouble here?
Were they tired of living?!
The Pope frowned, abruptly stood up, and said coldly, "Let's go! Let's see what's going on!"
...
Meanwhile.
Outside the city of Mithril.
Boom—
Lynn's massive wings spread, and his body landed with a crash, causing the ground to crack in countless places.
He looked up, gazing at the massive holy light shield hovering over Mithril.
"Mithril, heh."
Lynn's expression was indifferent, his entire body enveloped in endless demonic energy.
It had been a thousand years since he last came here, but that repulsive aura still made him feel uncomfortable.
He faintly remembered.
A thousand years ago, his first confrontation with the God of Order took place just outside this city.
A thousand years passed.
It felt like a lifetime ago.
"It's time to take back some things."
Lynn narrowed his eyes, his body instantly appearing at the foot of the city wall. Through the massive holy light magic shield, he could clearly see the terrified expressions of the holy knights on the wall.
"A demon! It's a demon! Damn it! What demon dares to offend this holy city!"
"Quick! Release the arrows! We must not let him break in!"
The holy knights roared.
Countless holy light arrows and spells shot towards Lynn.
Lynn didn't dodge or evade; his indifferent gaze was fixed forward.
In an instant, his body began to expand, the surging demonic energy rolling unrestrained within him.
Then, under the horrified gaze of the holy knights.
Lynn's body grew with the wind.
Ten meters.
Twenty meters!
A hundred meters!
In a moment, Lynn transformed into a towering demon several hundred meters tall.
With a flap of his massive wings, the wind howled, and his enormous shadow covered almost the entire city.
Inside the city, the residents screamed in terror.
"Help! Help!"
"What is that! What is that!"
They had never seen such a massive demon lord. The overwhelming fear made them weak in the knees.
"How dare you desecrate our holy sanctuary!" A holy light mage roared.
But Lynn said nothing.
He looked forward coldly.
Raised his hand.
And punched the massive shield of Mithril.
In an instant, the sacred light barrier that had protected the city for a thousand years rippled and then exploded with a thunderous roar.
Under the terrified gaze of the faithful, countless fragments rained down.
The entire city was suddenly exposed, with no barriers left, right in front of the massive demon.
...
At the same time, at the headquarters of the Abyss Society.
The enormous statue of Lucifer, which had remained motionless for a full thousand years, suddenly flickered with a faint glow at that moment.
Dark as the night.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
