Looking at the expressionless crowd around him with empty eyes, Wang Ye wiped the blood off his face and revealed a trace of a terrifying smile.
"Now..."
"It's my turn!"
As he said that, the fire axe in Wang Ye's hand swung as if weightless.
One head after another fell to the ground as the fire axe swung. In just three minutes, there was no one left standing within dozens of meters of Wang Ye.
Blood seeped into the ground... The decapitated heads looked at Wang Ye resentfully, but without their bodies, they were powerless against him.
"Die!"
"Die!"
Chilly voices rang out from the heads, echoing endlessly in Wang Ye's ears.
Covered in blood and holding a fire axe while wearing a firefighter's uniform, Wang Ye stood amidst a pile of corpses, exuding a fierce killing aura, seeming more evil than a ghost...
"Anymore..."
Wang Ye grinned hideously, but his eyes were strangely calm.
Thanks to his strengthened body, his breathing should have been heavy, but his condition was surprisingly good.
Clearly, this ghost could control the dead bodies. Without finding its source, violence was the most efficient method.
If he had kind thoughts and believed these people could still be saved, the one dying would be Wang Ye.
He understood this very clearly, so he acted decisively without hesitation.
Just then...
A young man came running over breathlessly. Seeing Wang Ye, his eyes lit up as they filled with madness: "You're the backup sent by headquarters!"
"I'm Zhang Han. Those two are now possessed by a ghost and need help."
Zhang Han said agitatedly.
Wang Ye coldly turned around and looked at Zhang Han as a fierce killing aura spread...
"Where are they?"
Wang Ye asked expressionlessly while looking at Zhang Han.
"On the fourth floor!!!"
Zhang Han's eyes were filled with anxiety: "I'll take you there. There's someone who looks just like me mixed in with them on the fourth floor. If this drags on any longer, they'll be in danger!"
After saying that, Zhang Han walked towards the stairwell first.
The next second...
The cold blade of the fire axe chopped into Zhang Han's neck. He turned around in shock as his eyes filled with disbelief looking at Wang Ye.
"Why..."
He seemed to use all his strength to utter those three words before completely closing his eyes.
Wang Ye silently retrieved his axe, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth: "Seeing me, you believed I was sent by headquarters without even confirming my identity."
"With four paranormals already dead, you didn't find it strange that headquarters only sent me."
"Seeing a pile of corpses, you were not surprised or suspicious..."
"It seems you were insulting my intelligence."
"And lastly..."
"Thank you for pointing the way."
Wang Ye looked at Zhang Han's corpse on the ground and laughed as he picked up the bloodied axe and walked towards the fourth floor.
In the mall, many people with stiff expressions and empty eyes strangely retreated along with Wang Ye's footsteps.
At this moment...
It seemed even the ghosts were deterred by Wang Ye's fierce aura.
And to the side, Zhang Han's corpse that had fallen to the ground suddenly opened its eyes as it looked at Wang Ye's back resentfully, a bizarre smile at the corner of its mouth.
The stairwell was empty, and only the sound of Wang Ye's footsteps echoed in the quiet environment.
At the entrance to each floor's stairwell, there was an expressionless person standing there silently watching Wang Ye.
Wang Ye acted as if he didn't notice them at all. Carrying the dripping bloody axe, he swaggered towards the fourth floor.
Finally, looking at the number plaque showing "4F" and the crowd blocking the exit, Wang Ye lifted the axe in his hand. Along with the blood covering his face, he revealed what he thought was a sunny smile.
"Are you sure you still want to block me?"
After Wang Ye's figure moved, the crowd was silent for a few seconds before retreating backwards, clearing the way to the door.
Hmph.
Wang Ye sneered disdainfully as the axe traced a graceful arc through the air before being slung over his shoulder.
"It seems smarter ghosts are easier to deal with."
As he said that, Wang Ye strode arrogantly through the crowd of stiff corpses.
No matter how sinister and resentful their gazes were towards him...
After wandering aimlessly on the fourth floor for a long time without finding any trace of the three paranormals, Wang Ye's brows furrowed slightly.
"That ghost thing didn't trick me, did it?"
"Judging by its performance earlier, it shouldn't have been that intelligent."
Wang Ye couldn't help murmuring to himself. His eyes kept scanning his surroundings, but these corpses always stood not far away, using their greater numbers to obstruct his vision.
"This ghost is quite timid."
Wang Ye couldn't help but complain. Looking at the corpses, he felt a little irritable: "Back away, or I'll take action. Annoying!"
"Hehe..."
"Die..."
"Die..."
The stiff corpses' faces simultaneously revealed bizarre smiles. Their empty gazes looked at Wang Ye as they uttered low voices in unison.
Because she had strained too hard, one of the women's eyeballs popped out from its socket and fell at Wang Ye's feet.
"So annoying."
Wang Ye's brows furrowed slightly as his eyes suddenly erupted with a fierce killing intent. Raising the fire axe in his hand, he killed his way into the crowd of corpses.
Soon...
The scene from the first floor was replicated again.
These stiff corpses moved extremely sluggishly. To Wang Ye, it was like chopping melons and vegetables.
Moving sluggishly?
No!
Wang Ye was instantly alert.
The Zhang Han impersonated by the ghost earlier moved just like a normal person.
A flash of chill flickered in Wang Ye's eyes.
Among the stiff corpses, a young and sexy woman had quietly come up behind Wang Ye at some point. Her pale hands were raised, reaching for Wang Ye's head.
Wang Ye felt a chill on the back of his neck as a sense of danger spread through his body.
Danger!
Wang Ye's eyes turned icy cold. Without hesitation, he turned around and chopped at the woman with his axe.
The woman's head rolled on the ground like a ball, constantly spinning.
"Almost..."
The woman's head stared fixedly at Wang Ye, full of resentment. It let out eerie laughter and repeatedly said:
"Die... Die..."
And just as Wang Ye had turned around, an old man's expression in the crowd suddenly turned sinister. His body became nimble as he quietly raised his hands again, reaching for Wang Ye's head.
"Again!"
Relying on his keen intuition, Wang Ye swung the axe in his hand again...
Blood splattered everywhere.
Wang Ye's clothes had been dyed red with blood without him realizing it.
Looking at the few corpses left, Wang Ye retreated two steps and leaned against the wall, breathing lightly.
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."
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!
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?!
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.
