The girl, trapped and unable to move in the sedan chair, stared wide-eyed, her gaze filled with terror. She wanted to scream, wanted to run, but none of that was possible.
Before her eyes, a snake-like thing slowly rose up. It had three heads, each one twisted and malformed, as if deformed from birth.
The girl shook her body desperately, but it did no good, until she watched the thing charge straight at her.
She closed her eyes in despair.
But the pain she imagined never came. Hesitantly, she opened one eye.
She was stunned.
A man in Daoist robes stood in front of her, his bronze sword swinging out, striking the lunging snake head back a good distance. The Daoist glanced back at her, and she was shocked again—how strange was his face? It looked both like weeping and laughing. Was this even a human?
But before she could figure it out, the Daoist swung his bronze sword, and she felt her body become free again.
"...Run!"
The Daoist spat the words through gritted teeth, as if enduring tremendous pain.
The girl bolted and fled.
"Now then, your turn." The Daoist bared his teeth at the bizarre serpent before him.
The creature, seeing its meal escape, flew into a rage. All three heads lunged at the Daoist at once.
The Daoist's body shot backward, dodging the attack. The demon's three heads let out piercing shrieks at the same time, its blood-red vertical pupils locked onto the Daoist. Before he could even steady himself, the beast whipped its tail—a thick, black, rotting limb reeking of decay—sweeping toward him like a massive whip.
"Courting death," the Daoist snorted coldly.
"Primordial origin of heaven and earth, all laws protect this body!" A golden light rose, shielding his body. The demon's tail coiled around him but was blocked by the golden glow.
The beast seemed obsessed with strangling the one who had ruined its scheme.
But the Daoist wasn't panicked. He kept forming hand seals, one after another.
Finally—
"Five thunders smite the gods, purge all evil!"
The gloomy clouds that had hung low in the sky suddenly churned violently. Massive bolts of lightning raced through the cloud layers, sending deafening rumbles across the heavens.
The demon began to panic. All three of its heads burst into piercing shrieks, its tail unwinding from the Daoist as it tried to flee.
But it was too late. Three bolts of lightning, each as thick as a barrel, came crashing down, carrying the force to shatter heaven and earth.
The thunderous light dispelled all the mist.
Anguished roars echoed across the entire mountain forest.
The Daoist watched it all, letting out a long breath, his frame slightly unsteady.
But then, behind him, a commotion arose.
The Daoist slowly turned around, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
The girl who had fled was being carried back by a dozen or so villagers. Her forehead was bleeding, her eyes wide open, pupils already dilated and lifeless.
The villagers saw the Daoist, and they saw the beast charred black by the lightning.
"You—you—you actually killed the mountain god! You madman!" a villager shouted, pointing at the Daoist.
They had been waiting nearby, hoping to collect the rewards the mountain god would bestow. But then they'd seen the sacrifice try to flee, and in a panic, someone had swung a club. They'd carried the sacrifice back, and as they arrived, they heard the terrifying thunder and screams.
Normal people would have run. But these folks, blinded by greed, rushed over to see what had happened.
"Damn Daoist! Who told you to meddle!" The village chief's face twisted. All these years, thanks to their offerings to the mountain god, their village had been wealthy indeed! And now this Daoist, from who knows where, had destroyed it all!
"Niuniu! Niuniu!" Two people rushed over, wailing over the girl who had no breath left.
The chief stared at Old Man Ma and suddenly realized something: "Old Man Ma, it was you, wasn't it? You brought this Daoist here!"
Old Man Ma stared back blankly, then broke into a strange laugh. "So what if I did! You all deserve to die! That demon should have died long ago! Me, I deserve to die too! We all deserve to die!"
He was clearly out of his mind.
In the end, he hadn't even been able to save his granddaughter.
Until his son was struck down by a hoe nearby. Old Man Ma froze, then let out a wild shriek, lunging forward to grab the club, wrestling for it.
"Beat them to death! These traitors looking out only for themselves!"
"And that Daoist!" the chief shouted.
But when he turned, the Daoist was already tilting his head, watching them.
"He—is no good thing," the Daoist said, pointing his bronze sword at Old Man Ma, who lay beaten on the ground. "But he got one thing right. You all deserve to die."
No one saw how the Daoist moved. He simply swayed for a moment, then was instantly before the village chief. Hand raised, blade fell. The chief's head flew off, blood splattering across the faces of the nearby villagers. Their expressions turned to terror.
But not a single one of them escaped.
"All deserving of death." The Daoist held his brow with a free hand, as if weary.
Yet he still staggered onward, heading toward the village.
—
"What? Someone used thunder magic?" the Protector said, his heart full of suspicion.
"Yes. We've sent people to investigate. A thunder spell killed a fei, and... and the entire village was wiped out."
The Protector's expression grew grim. "Send out every available hand. Find this person. No matter what it takes."
"Yes!"
—
"Mother save me! Granny save me! I can't take it anymore!" At this moment, Wang Qianyue lay sprawled on a crude bamboo stretcher, being dragged along by Little Mouse. His face was contorted in agony.
"The hell is this?! Huh? I'm dying of pain here! I've got no strength left at all—Little Mouse, did I break all my limbs?"
Little Mouse didn't look back: "Not that bad. But you lent your body to a deity and suddenly unleashed such powerful Daoist arts—of course your vital energy is drained."
"What deity?! Did you ever see one?! Agh!" Wang Qianyue's face twisted further. "Have you ever seen a deity slaughter a whole village?! When I woke up, I was terrified—nothing but corpses everywhere!"
Little Mouse said nothing.
"More importantly, we didn't even get paid! Did Old Man Ma run off?"
"He's dead."
"You—I got possessed, but you were still fine. Why didn't you think to search them? Didn't you say those people had money?"
Little Mouse turned back with a helpless look. "You think that demon got its money from where? Tombs, graveyards, or off the dead it devoured. You have no idea how much resentment those things carry."
"Resentment? Who's carrying more resentment than me right now? Mother... it hurts so much."
Little Mouse kept dragging him forward. There had been a donkey before, but Wang Qianyue had sold it when they ran out of money. Now Little Mouse was stuck doing the donkey's work.
He slowly looked up at the sky.
But it shouldn't be long now. Stupid as those guys were, they'd be coming soon enough.
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)
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?!
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!
] [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!"
