["Chaos Space Cannon? Cosmos Space Cannon? Magic Bullet Cannon..."]
["My Lord knows about the Magic Bullet Cannon? This item shouldn't have appeared in the Human Realm yet, how did you know about it?"]
["I'm just that awesome."]
["My Lord is awesome!"]
["Say, with all these cannons, is your Dragonman Realm very good at manufacturing this kind of stuff?"]
["According to the historical knowledge this subordinate learned in the academies of the Dragonman Realm, these technologies are actually foreign, not created by the Dragonman race."]
[You figured that they might have absorbed the technology and knowledge of other worlds during their realm wars.]
[You asked Hu Chacha many questions.]
[Including the complete plan of the Dragonman race's invasion of the Human Realm.]
[Unfortunately, Hu Chacha's status was too low. The intelligence he knew was basically limited to early-stage intelligence gathering. As for the subsequent plans, the higher-ups of the expeditionary force kept them a secret from these low-level soldiers.]
[However, today's harvest was already very great.]
[Through the description of Hu Chacha, a native of the Dragonman race, you gained a better understanding of the Dragonman race, the Dragonman Realm, and the history of their realm wars.]
[Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you emerge victorious in every battle. The more you know about the enemy, the more beneficial it will be for future wars.]
["Old Wan, you've really made a great contribution this time! Moreover, I've already thought of many wonderful uses..."]
[Hu Chacha told you.]
[The racial talent of the Dragonman race was not just that they could continue to survive in a soul state.]
[They actually shared bodies!]
[If a Dragonman's body died, they could just directly enter another living Dragonman's body.]
[It didn't matter if the latter was squeezed out, they would still live in a soul state anyway.]
[Undoubtedly, the fact that the Dragonman race had so many experts must be related to this talent.]
[They were equivalent to having unlimited possession within their own race for everyone!]
[As long as those experts had enough lifespan, they could always stay in their peak state!]
[Furthermore, the Dragonman race had mastered the technology to quantify lifespan. Even low-level soldiers could receive lifespan as military pay, so one could only imagine how it was for those experts.]
[The strong couldn't die, and the weak continuously cultivated. The number of experts kept increasing, constantly approaching the so-called world limit that Old Shen had mentioned.]
["Too terrifying..."]
[You were talking about yourself.]
[Catch a Dragonman in a soul state, use the Myriad Soul Banner to convert him, and then have him occupy another Dragonman's body.]
[Repeat this cycle, continuously taking over the nests like a cuckoo.]
[The extreme scenario would be that all Dragonmen with bodies would become your vassals.]
[The remaining Dragonmen would all become wandering ghosts without bodies!]
[Reproducing offspring requires a body; having only Dragonmen in a soul state wouldn't work.]
[Followed by a mass castration for everyone!]
[The Dragonman race would instantly have their bloodline cut off and face extinction right then and there!]
[When this plan surfaced in your mind, even you felt it was crazy.]
[Of course, you could only think about it for now. The prerequisite for realizing it was that you could defeat the entire Dragonman race.]
[But in local wars, you could use this method to shift the balance of power between the enemy and yourself.]
["The Dragonman race managed to become so powerful relying on their racial talent, but they will inevitably fall because of this very talent!"]
[In a trance, you understood why the Void Realm had turned into a dark forest.]
[The benefits of realm wars might not mean much to the lower-class clansmen.]
[But for these experts and the top-tier groups, even without mentioning the final fruit of becoming an immortal, the harvest along the way was already an achievement for generations to come. It was simply too tempting.]
["Will the Human Realm also go down this path in the future?"]
[You didn't think too deeply about this question. Let future matters be decided in the future.]
[The thirtieth year, forty-nine years old.]
[Drawing traits...]
[Draw successful!]
["Calamity of Myriad Races" (Prismatic Mythic):
Young man, there's no need to envy the racial talents of other races. With just a gentle touch, you can acquire the unique talents of other intelligent races in the Void Realm.
At the same time, you can mimic your appearance into that of a foreign race whose talent you possess (this operation will not change your own racial attributes).
Including your own racial talent, the maximum number of talents you can hold is related to your true cultivation realm. Current number: 4.
Held talents can be discarded at any time, but your own racial talent cannot be discarded.
You are mine~ Who am I to you~]
[Adjust traits?]
[Yes/No]
"Holy crap! There's something special about this Shen family place!"
The last "Strengthen!" was also drawn in the Star Domain.
I don't know if it's a coincidence or some kind of gacha metaphysics.
"Maximum of four talents, so two per major martial arts realm?"
The new Mythic trait can copy foreign race talents and mimic their appearances. From now on, how could any foreign race tell if I am friend or foe?
However, in terms of strength, this trait seems like it belongs at the same table as Gold traits.
But Chen Yi wasn't surprised.
Mythic traits were the golden fingers of protagonists in other web novels.
Golden fingers could be strong or weak; not all of them were as overpowered as the simulator.
Moreover, "copying talents" was indeed a type of golden finger that existed.
If one day he got a trait like "the more you lose, the more you earn," it wouldn't be surprising either.
[You replaced "Bad News from the Martial Arts Circle" with "Calamity of Myriad Races".]
[You replaced "Formation Master" with "Serious Punch".]
[You replaced "Alchemy Master" with "The Hulk".]
[You replaced "Artifact Forging Master" with "Aura of Myriad Races".]
[You replaced "Man and Sword as One" with "Trait Slingshot".]
[After the Myriad Soul Banner was successfully refined, you set off to return to the Carefree Holy Land.]
[Master Zhao Hanzhou's improved Star Shuttle was truly authoritative.]
[Its flight speed in a ground environment was even faster than in the Star Domain, so when it reached a zero-gravity environment like the Star Domain, it actually ran slower.]
[You had no choice but to leave the Star Domain and fly in a straight line between heaven and earth.]
[Before leaving, you said goodbye to Third Sister's family and took the opportunity to meet the higher-ups of the Shen family, encouraging them to work hard.]
["Chinese Succubus" exerted its power. The entire Shen family was greatly encouraged; they threw open their resource warehouses and frantically invested in various factions on the ground.]
[They even started to expand their scale at any cost. Even those without aptitude, as long as they were young and strong, were organized for training.]
[The training subjects were rich: martial arts, weaponry, common knowledge of martial arts combat logistics and supplies, cultivator creations that could be operated without needing a martial arts realm, and so on.]
["With the Shen family here, we will definitely win this war!"]
["Victory! Victory! Victory!"]
[Alright, now you can peacefully go compete for the position of Holy Son and strive to truly break through to the Martial King realm as soon as possible.]
[Once you break through to the Martial King realm, your lifespan will be extended, and under the effect of "Eternal Half-Emperor," you will be a Martial Saint!]
["Speaking of which, I'll be fifty next year, which is exactly the dividing line. I wonder if 'Eternal Half-Emperor' will still be effective next year."]
[The feeling of being a Martial King was just too awesome; you were somewhat reluctant to part with it.]
[Passing through the Great Wilderness.]
[You went down and casually found a demon, then touched him.]
[The demon you touched was completely baffled.]
[ "What the hell are you doing?! You damn pervert!" ]
[ With a single kick, you sent him flying beyond the horizon. ]
[ Through the "Tribulation of Myriad Races", you have acquired the Monster Race's innate talent: "Natural Breathing". ]
[ Natural Breathing: Your physical body's strength is doubled. Your body will automatically absorb the essence of heaven and earth, naturally increasing your cultivation base on its own. ]
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?"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
