At that moment, someone couldn't sit still and stood up slapping the table.
"What kind of joke is this? What if we poke the hornet's nest, who can clean up the mess?"
Following his lead, some people immediately clamored: "There's no need to rush for the time being. Even if we find it, we can't deal with it."
"That's right, we might as well deal with the parts we can handle first."
The impatient people in the room turned into peacemakers again, trying to dissuade the duty team from being too impulsive.
The conference room became filled with a miasma, just like a morning vegetable market.
The woman in front of the podium was a little panicked, while the duty team men watched coldly.
He had long known what kind of virtues this group of people had.
The branch president, who had not spoken much, cleared his throat twice and raised both hands to make a pressing down gesture.
The noisy voices stopped, and eyes focused on the branch president.
The branch president looked around for a week, his eyes lingered on Qi Yuan for a moment, and then he spoke: "This is an order from above."
"If there are no other questions, let's draw lots."
Orders from above cannot be changed. If you still want to stay in Dragon Country, you can only do as you are told.
The A-level espers no longer said much, went forward one by one to draw numbers and receive sealed file bags.
The most important purpose has been achieved. The branch president announced the end of the meeting.
Qi Yuan went out the door with the file bag, watching this group of A-level espers hand the file bag to their subordinates and leave in anger.
He was a little worried.
I didn't expect Dragon Country to let A-level espers raise combat teams, and also have the role of assisting in investigations.
After two months, the boomerang finally stabbed back at him in the end.
Combat teams still need to have combat teams, no teams means trouble.
So the problem is...
Where can I find combat team members who don't need money and can support themselves?
The address told him to go pick them up immediately.
Qi Yuan's face was full of sadness. Capitalists who saw him would be moved to tears.
Someone patted him lightly on the shoulder. The big man rubbed his hands and smiled apologetically: "I'm going home to beat up my rebellious son. Do you want to watch with me?"
"Forget it, I still have things to do later."
Watching the defiant second generation espers get beaten is quite happy, but just thinking about having to socialize with the big man makes him lose interest.
Qi Yuan thought it would be better to go back to school.
Not long after,
A young man who had recovered from his injuries was pulled up by his father and beaten violently.
Painful whimpers echoed throughout the luxury mansion.
"Dad, why are you hitting me?"
"I'll hit you for making trouble outside!"
"Ow! Anything else and something bad is going to happen."
"That's perfect, I can break your leg next."
......
Inside Shen City University's outdoor training ground,
Liao Shiquan and three others sat in hiding.
Zou Ziyi glanced at the time and said to the others.
"It's about time to rest, let's get ready to set off."
Upon hearing this, Liao Shiquan threw an item into the shadow. The shadow swallowed the item quickly and turned into a three-headed hound E-level monster.
He manipulated the three-headed hound to scout ahead to prevent ambushes by senior students.
The other three followed behind him, fully alert to cope with emergencies.
Suddenly, Liao Shiquan stopped and raised his left hand with his index finger up.
This was the agreed signal for their retreat.
Without saying a word, the three retreated silently.
As they retreated, the bushes in front of them suddenly shook violently, causing a rustling sound.
Realizing the prey was trying to escape, several shabbily dressed men wielding blades chased out.
"Run!"
Seeing the enemy chasing them, Liao Shiquan loudly reminded his teammates.
Fellow students would never sacrifice so much just to play a prank on freshmen.
More importantly, the three-headed hound smelled the smell of blood permeating the air.
Unable to confirm the combat power of the strangers, the best option was to pass on the message instead of recklessly rushing forward to fight.
The four of them immediately ran without caring if the noise would attract other people's attention.
Zou Ziyi took out a communicator from his shirt pocket and contacted Instructor Wang.
Instructor Wang's voice soon came from the communicator: "Hello?"
"Instructor, there are strangers with blades in the outdoor training ground."
"Suspend training, get away from there as soon as possible, and describe the characteristics of the strangers."
Hearing Instructor Wang's words, Zou Zixue looked back at the people chasing them, and almost threw up.
These people had tentacles growing out of their eye sockets, their eyeballs protruded upward like snail eyes.
Their limbs were limp and drooping on both sides, their bodies were swollen, their skin was half transparent red, constantly oozing mucus, and some spots were covered on the skin.
The posture of chasing them was extremely similar to soft-bodied organisms crawling...
Seeing Zou Ziyi's reaction, Liao Shiquan couldn't help but look back.
"......"
Curiosity killed the cat. He shouldn't have looked back.
"Describe the characteristics of the strangers. Can you hear me?"
Seeing that Zou Ziyi had been silent for a long time, Jiang Wenyin took the communicator and said loudly: "Instructor, they have all turned into soft-bodied organisms."
Instructor Wang's voice immediately came from the communicator: "I see, help is already on the way. Protect yourselves."
Just as Jiang Wenyin was about to reply, a scream came from their left front.
"Ah!"
A girl in school uniform knelt weakly on the ground, her face extremely pale, pointing at the people chasing them with trembling fingers.
One or two of those chasing them left the team and headed straight for the girl.
She looked at them in horror for help: "Save me! I can't move!"
The four of them only took a glance before looking away.
Not only did they not stop to help, they ran even faster.
What a joke?
Aside from being alone during military training, female combat students would not be so weak even if they majored in battlefield medicine.
Their minds were not problematic.
"Help! Save me..."
The girl whimpered bitterly, but could not win back the four.
Seeing them so cold-blooded, her expression gradually tightened and became expressionless. She chanted neurotically in her mouth.
"Damn espers! Damn espers!"
As the chanting increased, her face began to distort, revealing a mad expression.
Her throat let out a shrill, heart-wrenching scream.
Her hair turned into wriggling long worms that rushed towards Liao Shiquan and the others.
"Keep going, leave her to me."
Liao Shiquan said in a low voice.
He took out new monster limbs from the spatial ring, threw them into the shadow.
The shadow spat out the three-headed hound medium, wrapped the new limbs, and transformed again.
A black wall rose up, blocking the girl's attack.
While running, Jiang Wenyin asked: "What on earth is this stuff?"
If they say it's a shape-shifting esper, why would so many espers of the same kind gather?
"Monster parasites. In order to pursue power, some people will allow monsters to parasite their bodies to borrow the monsters' power."
Liao Shiquan explained.
This fresh vocabulary made Jiang Wenyin daze slightly as she repeated: "Monster parasites?"
"Yes, not all monsters can be parasites."
Liao Shiquan's expression was a little complicated.
With a large population, Shen City was a prosperous metropolis second only to Jidu. Where there were crowds, there was bound to be a hidden world.
These shabbily dressed people...
Most likely were people deliberately forgotten by the city, lurking avengers from the abyss.
"All students please note: Combat is ongoing at Entrance No.4, please leave the Outdoor Training Ground from other entrances."
The broadcast of the outdoor training ground kept ringing to remind the students present to leave as soon as possible.
No. 4?
That's where they were!

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”

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?"