Less than a hundred miles from the outpost of the Dragonkin Sixth Expeditionary Force in the Great Wilderness lay the newly established capital of the Artifact Kingdom—Grand Myriad Immortal City.
To be honest, this capital didn’t have much in it.
Aside from a few banners planted to mark the territory as occupied by the Artifact Kingdom, there was nothing else.
After all, artifacts had no need for food, drink, or bodily functions, so they didn’t require any buildings.
In the previous simulation, the Myriad Soul Banner had been the king of the mortal artifacts.
This time, among the Myriad Soul Banner’s subjects, Dragonkin artifacts far outnumbered mortal ones.
So, the Myriad Soul Banner adapted to local customs.
Since the Dragonkin artifacts despised the Dragonfolk,
the Myriad Soul Banner deliberately chose the capital’s location right across from the Dragonkin camp, leading a group of artifacts to provoke them daily with taunts and challenges.
Whenever the Myriad Soul Banner was busy, it would have the eunuch-in-chief, the Alchemy Cauldron, handle the task.
Now that the demon clans were allies, the Alchemy Cauldron had far fewer opportunities to earn merits.
Though unhappy about being appointed eunuch-in-chief, he was more than willing to lead the artifacts in hurling insults at the Dragonkin army.
That kid had a real talent for swearing—from dawn to dusk, his barbs never repeated.
What’s more, his delivery was rhythmic and theatrical, almost like an opera.
Quite a few Dragonkin were left fuming, their eyes and mouths twisted in rage.
The Three Heavenly Venerables declared such childish baiting tactics beneath them—having fought countless battles, they wouldn’t fall for it.
Thus, they strictly ordered the entire outpost to turn a deaf ear and ignore the Myriad Soul Banner and its ilk.
Many of the otherworldly war beasts brought by the Dragonkin had now defected to the Artifact Kingdom.
These beasts were simple-minded but knew who their enemies were.
Seeing the boldness of their artifact brethren, they instantly admired and switched sides, completing the full conversion.
You captured a few lone Dragonkin nearby, and after some persuasion, discovered they had no idea what the Three Heavenly Venerables were planning.
But the Dragonkin soldiers all knew that the Three Heavenly Venerables were amassing a counterstrike force.
You realized that only the Three Heavenly Venerables—or perhaps high-ranking Dragonkin officers—knew the details.
“Old Wan, head back to your Artifact Kingdom,” you said.
The Myriad Soul Banner was startled.
“I’m free?”
“When were you ever not free?”
“Right, right, whatever you say.”
“I’m going to infiltrate the Dragonkin base and find out what they’re up to. You bring some artifacts over occasionally to stir up trouble, so I can rack up some military merits.”
“Hahaha! Infiltrating the Dragonkin, using their own artifacts to earn merits against them? Buddy, when it comes to cunning, you’re always the best at this!”
The Myriad Soul Banner’s banner surface raised a thumbs-up.
Infiltration through disguise was something you’d mastered long ago.
You crouched near the Dragonkin camp, carefully selected a patrol guard you dubbed “Lucky Dragonkin,” and killed him.
Then—
Using the Dragonkin talent “Cataclysm of All Races” combined with “Asian Black Magic,” you altered your appearance to closely match his, making it hard to tell you apart.
With “Playing Possum,” you adjusted your aura and cultivation level to match that ordinary soldier’s.
You called the Myriad Soul Banner from a hundred miles away—where he reigned as king—over to “enlighten” the little Dragonkin, extracting all his memories and the dos and don’ts of blending in.
Thus, you replaced this Dragonkin named “Aibobo” and became a soldier of the Fourth Patrol Battalion, Sixth Dragonkin Expeditionary Force.
During your undercover time, you received three pieces of grim news:
Shangguanyingtai, Dongfangshuo, and Xiaoyunlei—the three Martial Saints closest to the Martial God realm in the mortal world—had all met with misfortune while attempting to break through.
Shangguanyingtai, impatient for advancement, suffered a fatal heart seizure during seclusion and died—only discovered months later.
Xiaoyunlei also rushed his breakthrough, causing errors in his cultivation technique. He went berserk, losing all reason and slaughtering anyone in sight.
Incredibly, while out of control, he genuinely attained the power of a Martial God.
To stop Xiaoyunlei from massacring innocents, Dongfangshuo fought him to mutual destruction.
Thus, the leaders of the Three Sacred Grounds perished one after another within a single year.
Each Sacred Ground was forced to organize a ceremony for a new supreme overseer.
At Carefree Sacred Ground, the new supreme overseer was Long Yang; Wu Yue was promoted to one of the overseers.
Long Yang repeatedly emphasized that you were the most suitable candidate for supreme overseer, but since no one knew what you were doing, he could only temporarily handle Carefree Sacred Ground’s affairs on your behalf.
“Something’s not right…”
You sensed a whiff of conspiracy.
It was true the three supreme overseers had been desperate to break through—they understood the importance of the Seven Radiance Immortal Formation and knew their lifespans couldn’t withstand further delay.
Though they weren’t yet short on years, once their bodies entered decline, breakthrough would become impossible.
Sure, impatient cultivation could lead to accidents.
But two going wrong, and the third being taken out in the process—
Was that too much of a coincidence?
“Is that unseen hand at work again…”
The enigmatic Blood Moon organization…
The mysterious figures who helped the Dragonkin army carve an opening…
The unknown entity that secretly persecuted the Great Dao Artifacts in earlier simulations…
And now, the three supreme overseers meeting their ends one after another…
You felt that behind all these puzzles, the same dark force was pulling the strings.
What was it after?
To destroy the mortal world using the Dragonkin?
For what purpose?
What benefit would the loss of the mortal world bring it?
Year eighty, age ninety-nine.
You swapped out “Vitality of Ten Thousand Races” for “Lucky in Old Age.”
You began your rise through the Dragonkin army’s ranks.
You had no choice—staying as a low-level infiltrator wouldn’t reveal the Dragonkin Expeditionary Force’s plan.
With the Myriad Soul Banner feeding you battle merits from outside, your promotions came thick and fast.
From patrol soldier to senior soldier,
from senior soldier to squad leader, general guard, camp commander, and colonel.
You had enough merits to rise further, but your disguised cultivation level—only the Fourth Realm—became a bottleneck.
A female general named “Zuo Zuo Lu,” impressed by your outstanding performance over the past two years, often kept you by her side.
By now, every Dragonkin soldier knew you were General Zuo Zuo Lu’s right-hand man, and those below you all treated you with the utmost respect.
Occasionally, you even got to enter the command tent, listening to the generals discuss matters with Earthly Venerables and Heavenly Venerables.
The Dragonkin were raising something.
That was the conclusion you drew from eavesdropping on their meetings.
In daily life, you indeed saw the Heavenly Venerables issuing hunting orders, requiring soldiers to capture live prey—whether ordinary animals or scattered Great Wilderness demon beasts.
You’d thought it was for provisions.
Now, it was clear—it was all food for some creature.
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?"
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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...
