On a hillside, there was originally a graveyard. But ever since the anomalies began wreaking havoc, no one had visited this place for a long time. Right now, a large, blood-red coffin lay quietly in the very center of the graveyard, its crimson hue looking entirely out of place amidst the surrounding desolation and ruin.
"What kind of anomaly is this..." Lin Wanxing felt an inexplicable chill run down her spine. She looked up at the gloomy sky, feeling a lingering sense of danger.
Hearing that a high-level anomaly had appeared today, Gu Heng realized this was a great opportunity to earn merits. Successfully dealing with a high-level anomaly meant a chance to be transferred back to headquarters, freeing him from this place where even their meals depended on headquarters' allocations.
Gu Heng cautiously stepped forward and circled the red coffin. It was massive, easily large enough to fit two people. Based on past experience, no ordinary family would paint a coffin this color... unless...
He suddenly reached out, swiped a finger across the coffin, and brought it to his nose to sniff.
A heavy stench of blood.
Suddenly, the sound of a woman weeping echoed out, instantly pulling everyone's nerves taut.
The sound was clearly coming from the blood coffin before them.
"Save me... is anyone there? Please help me..."
Lin Wanxing hesitated, but hearing the girl's cries, she lost her composure. "Hurry up and save her, Gu Heng!"
Gu Heng shook his head repeatedly. "Don't fall for it! It's definitely an anomaly inside!"
"What if it's a real person? I mean, what if the anomaly caught a girl and locked her in there?" Hearing the girl's pleas for help, Lin Wanxing loudly questioned Gu Heng.
Gu Heng glanced at her and bit his lip.
"There are so many of us here, fully armed, are we really afraid of one anomaly?" Lin Wanxing had been listening to everyone's praises lately, practically immersing herself in that state at all times. "Don't be so cold-blooded, okay?"
Gu Heng abruptly gave the order: "Open it! Everyone else, prepare for battle!"
Four men hesitated for a moment, looked at Lin Wanxing's pleading face, and then stepped forward. Each grabbed a side of the coffin lid. After counting to three, they exerted their strength simultaneously. The veins on their arms bulged, yet the coffin lid didn't budge an inch.
"I can't open it... Ah!" Someone realized in horror that his hands were firmly stuck to the coffin.
Gu Heng's eyes widened. "Attack! Save them!"
The group swarmed forward.
The weeping female voice inside the coffin turned into a soft chuckle, and then began to sing a nursery rhyme.
"The bright moon shines~ rowing the oars~"
"So... you suffered heavy casualties?" Fang Zhiyi looked at the defeated team members returning, many of whom were injured.
Li Fei danced with mocking glee. "Hahahaha, typical idiots! A high-level anomaly that none of us would dare touch, and they went for it. They must be crazy for a promotion!"
And when their lives were threatened, the team members who had previously flattered Lin Wanxing were now full of complaints against her.
Even Gu Heng had a dark expression; he hadn't expected several people to die before they even saw the anomaly's face.
"If you want to be a good person, do it yourself! Making our brothers go up! Are you happy now!"
"Where's the medicine! The medicine! My hand!"
Lin Wanxing's face looked awful. "It's not my fault! How was I supposed to know if it was a person or an anomaly inside! What if there really was a person, would you just not save them? You are Guardians. Didn't you know there would be risks the day you became Guardians? Headquarters spends money to keep you, how can you be so cold-blooded!"
After yelling, she turned and ran away. The team members looked at each other in dismay. This woman...
Hiding in her room and crying, Lin Wanxing was full of indignation. How was she supposed to know so many people would die? Was this really her fault?
When there was a knock on her door, Lin Wanxing still threw a tantrum: "Go away! You didn't even speak up for me just now!" She thought it was Gu Heng, but Fang Zhiyi's voice came from outside.
"Miss Lin, many residents heard you've returned and want to come pay their respects."
Hearing it was Fang Zhiyi, Lin Wanxing opened the door. Looking at Fang Zhiyi standing there, she felt incredibly wronged.
As she rambled on about how she was only doing it for the good of others and how they didn't understand her, Fang Zhiyi wore a look of complete understanding.
"Yes, you did the right thing. As a Guardian, you need to have exactly this kind of spirit."
Lin Wanxing looked up at Fang Zhiyi, feeling even more aggrieved. "But, but they..."
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "Don't cry. Many residents heard you came back today and specifically came to visit you."
Lin Wanxing was momentarily stunned. "Visit me?"
"Of course, you've done so many good deeds," Fang Zhiyi smiled. Lin Wanxing's mind instantly buzzed with excitement, much like someone who had quit smoking for a long time suddenly taking a drag of a cigarette. All the previous unpleasantness was tossed aside. People were coming to visit her because of her kindness!
Although she was mentally prepared, the scene before her still gave her a shock when she walked outside the stronghold.
Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of people were gathered there. Seeing her come out, they all surged forward, their eyes fixed on this legendary great philanthropist.
"Miss Lin, please help me. I have an eighty-year-old mother above me and a three-year-old son below me."
"Miss Lin, please give us some food!"
"Living Bodhisattva, my old man and I don't have much left to eat, please have mercy!"
Under ulterior motives and deliberate propaganda, more and more people heard that she granted "every request" and gathered at the gates of the stronghold, demanding she distribute more supplies. Some even brought their families and children, blocking the door and refusing to leave, claiming they would die right there if they weren't given supplies.
In this kind of world, no one would ever complain about having too much food and water.
Lin Wanxing thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded and adored, but faced with so many requests, she was put in a difficult position. She wanted to say there weren't that many supplies, but immediately someone in the crowd called her a hypocrite, and others accused her of unfair treatment.
"Why do they get to take so much? We only got that little bit from the very beginning?"
"Miss Lin, please give us a little more grain. My family is running out of food."
"Living Bodhisattva, my son is sick and needs nutrition. Please be kind and give us some more meat."
"Why did they get so much last time, but we only get a little? Are you playing favorites?"
No matter how self-absorbed Lin Wanxing was, she couldn't withstand the chaotic accusations of so many people at this moment. She looked to Fang Zhiyi for help, but Fang Zhiyi had long since slipped away. Gu Heng, who hurried over upon hearing the news, didn't have time to care about anything else upon seeing the scene; he just shielded her behind him.
Lin Wanxing looked at Gu Heng in front of her, and the grievances from earlier surged into her heart. With the accusations and pleas echoing in her ears, her brain lost a bit of control.
"Stop arguing! There is enough for everyone!" Lin Wanxing shouted. The scene fell silent for a moment, followed by an eruption of cheers.

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

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."

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”