Looking at the star boat covered with corpses, these dead still blocking the enemy's attacks, gradually being blasted into mincemeat, watching their blood stain the star boat red, you truly want to say:
"This is just a simulation—even if you surrender, I wouldn't blame you!"
But you can't bring yourself to say it, because it would betray their devotion.
A javelin pierces Liu Ying through. Before dying, she uses the last of her strength to shout at you.
"Marshal! Go!!
Don't let our deaths and our families' deaths be in vain!
As long as you live and can leave this third-rate star where cultivation is impossible,
we believe that one day, you will grow stronger—strong enough to make all alien races tremble and make the entire universe know that humanity is the chief of all races!!"
The cries of battle and the sounds of flesh being pierced rise one after another.
Above the spaceport, shadows of people flicker. Enemy forces swarm in from all directions, encircling like an endless tide.
A group of rebel soldiers, their hands dripping with blood, shove you into the star boat.
They push you into the core chamber, seal the protective layer, and then activate the boat's navigation formation and barrier formation.
Finally, these people back out, shouting "Die, aliens!" as they charge at the enemy.
The star boat rises amidst constant bombardment.
The sections you expanded are destroyed piece by piece, debris falling from the air.
The Eagle Legion continues to attack. You retaliate almost by instinct, killing quite a few Winged Ones.
Through the transparent porthole in the cabin, you see the ground below. Rebel soldiers are falling, wave after wave.
The aliens' blades swing. Human blood flows together into rivers.
The earth seems to mourn.
The sky is grim and overcast.
No one but you takes to the air.
Even though most of the star boat's outer areas have been destroyed, the core remains intact under your protection.
And there's plenty of spare space—a thousand more people could fit in easily.
But not a single rebel soldier boards. They choose to fight to the death, protecting the star boat to send their Marshal away.
They dare not board, because the enemy is strong and they are weak.
What if one more person makes the difference?
What if one more person means the Marshal escapes?
Before they see you successfully leave the planet, they absolutely refuse to loosen their grip on their weapons, and they absolutely refuse to take a single step back before the enemy.
The rebellion you raised—on the day you left Blessing Star—was annihilated to the last soul.
Your "Photographic Memory" allows you to remember each and every one of them.
And to remember the horrific way each of them died.
At this moment, sitting in the shattered star boat, watching the land grow farther and farther away, you wish so badly that you had equipped "Bro, You're Too Bland," so that your heart wouldn't ache like this.
"This is just a simulation... ha, this is just a simulation... just a simulation?"
You feel dazed.
There's no time for lamentation. A new enemy arrives.
A wide crimson robe, two pairs of white wings.
A four-winged Red Cardinal is closing in at terrifying speed from the distant sky.
Over these years on Blessing Star, you've learned a lot about the Winged Ones—that the number of wings on their backs varies.
Most Winged Ones are born with one pair. As their cultivation rises and their realm advances, they may grow a second pair, or even a third.
But this wasn't always the case. Some Winged Clan members grew a second pair of wings upon reaching the Core Formation stage, while others might still have just one pair even at the Netherworld or Heaven Passage stages.
And a small portion of the Winged Clan were born with two pairs of wings from the start!
The more wings one had, the more innate power they could unleash, and the greater their aerial agility.
In short, whoever was coming was no pushover!
"Do you really think you can get away?!"
The two pairs of wings behind the Red Cardinal suddenly flared, emitting a piercing shriek.
The shockwave, visible to the naked eye, swept across the entire star vessel.
"Rattle, rattle..."
The star vessel you had painstakingly expanded was shattered back to its original form in a single strike.
You gripped a golden slingshot in your hand.
You sacrificed a green word-token to protect the star vessel's core. Otherwise, that one blow would have reduced the entire ship to splinters.
Seeing the star vessel still rising, the Red Cardinal let out a cold snort.
"Let's see how many times you can block me!"
Just as he was about to strike again, you leapt down from the star vessel.
You were now several hundred meters in the air, and you couldn't fly.
But you weren't in full free fall either.
The Returning to Simplicity stage of the Seven Star Divine Steps let you tread upon the air itself.
Still, it wasn't true flight, and it couldn't be sustained for long—the higher you were, the more stamina and true qi it drained.
Since the star vessel was accelerating away from the ground, you lashed a long iron chain around yourself and tied it to the ship to make sure you could get back.
Right then, you looked like that female soldier from the movie The Great Wall, dangling upside down from the ramparts with a giant iron ring strapped to her back.
Except the thing chasing you from below wasn't a taotie monster—it was the Red Cardinal of the Winged God Cult.
"No one is going to stop me from leaving!!!"
"You're nothing but a mere Qi Refining cultivator! Killing you is like butchering a dog!!"
"Yes! My cultivation is weaker than yours, but I'm not fighting alone!!"
At that moment, as you saw the tragic deaths of the righteous army down in the starport below, you entered your ultimate rage state—transforming into Super Saiyan One!
Behind you, the faces of thousands of righteous soldiers emerged—Liu Ying, Cheng Guang, and all the warriors who had stood by your side over the past few years, who had received your teachings, who had faithfully carried out every command you gave!
Those faces turned into golden power that poured into your body.
"What is this..."
"Incense Path!!"
During your years on Blessing Star, you were unable to cultivate through conventional means.
But you discovered that one path of cultivation seemed unaffected.
The Incense Path!
You gave out white gruel, saving one human life after another.
You taught them letters and martial arts, and in the hearts of the righteous army, you had long become more divine than any god.
Their reverence for you, along with the merits you accumulated, naturally transformed into incense power.
If you hadn't studied the Incense Path, you wouldn't even sense this force.
But the problem was—in your previous simulation, you had already thoroughly delved into it with the Incense Holy Body Empress, Li Lingyue.
The only issue was, without immortal qi, you couldn't convert that incense power into your own cultivation.
But the sheer bulk of that incense power had been stored within you all along.
At the critical moment of escaping from the Planet of Fortune, you unleash every last bit of your incense power, condensing it into a towering golden avatar that stretches from heaven to earth. With a single slap, you blast the pursuing Red Cardinal from the sky and smash him straight into the ground.
“This is impossible?! How could you possibly possess such power?”
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?"
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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...
