It turned out that all this time, what Wang Ye relied on to survive was not his abilities or the post office.
It was that reckless, gangster-like temperament that made him willing to risk his life.
He had almost lost it...
In the next second, the withered fruit turned into a huge surge of energy that swept over Wang Ye's body instantaneously.
With a muffled boom, Wang Ye painfully knelt on the ground.
His skin exploded in an instant, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering as blood splattered everywhere.
That wave of energy was overbearingly arrogant, forcibly baptizing every cell and muscle in his body.
When it reached his arms, a red colored energy kept swirling around Wang Ye's hands, full of hostility towards the energy that came from the fruit.
But strangely, Wang Ye felt a sense of disdain emanating from this energy.
Yes, disdain.
Disdain towards the red energy.
In the next second, the overbearing energy suddenly clashed, and the red energy on his hands vanished like the evanescent white snow.
His abilities...were gone.
Wang Ye clearly felt that the abilities in his hands had disappeared.
No...that can't be right.
Ordinary people would not have a terrifying body like his.
Although he wasn't very clear, through the comparison with his fight against King Kong, Wang Ye guessed that with just the flesh from his three awakenings, he was probably already stronger than himself.
Wang Ye did not have much time to think.
In the next second, amidst the immense pain, Wang Ye completely passed out.
Blood slowly flowed down his body, dripping onto the floor.
Inside his body, the sound of shattering bones still continued to echo. And his skin kept splitting open, exposing the bones inside.
Energy endlessly surged and roiled within Wang Ye's body.
With his current bodily functions, he still could not control such massive amounts of energy.
At most five minutes, and his body would explode from the impact of the energy.
But then...
The door silently opened.
Zhou Han walked in with her long hair fluttering without wind.
Xiao Si, who had been motionless, suddenly stirred.
The last order Wang Ye gave her was to attack any outsider who entered the room.
Hmph! Get back!
A magnificent aura suddenly emanated from within Zhou Han's body. On her fair arms, the prayer beads gave off a dazzling radiance.
The bronze nail between Xiao Si's eyebrows shook violently as she stood guard in front of Zhou Han.
I'm here to save him!
Seeing Xiao Si's actions, Zhou Han's expression changed slightly as she shouted,
Xiao Si refused to budge an inch.
I really don't know if you're trying to get him killed.
Zhou Han looked somewhat helpless, and ultimately chose to give up, heavily slamming the door as she left Wang Ye's room.
The unconscious Wang Ye let out a muffled groan amidst the intense pain wracking his body.
After a long while...
A wisp of black flames suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, causing the temperature of the entire room to drop.
Then, his cracked skin slowly began to heal.
His breathing also gradually steadied.
As time passed, the pallor on Wang Ye's face turned ruddy again.
The withered skin on his body also regained vitality.
In the living room, one could even faintly hear the powerful beating of Wang Ye's heart.
Suddenly, Wang Ye opened his eyes and sat up from the floor.
Silently sensing the changes in his body, Wang Ye sank into thought.
When he had lost consciousness, he clearly felt that his body could no longer withstand that terrifying energy. At that moment, he knew that he had lost the gamble and was prepared to die.
But strangely, another kind of energy had entered his body.
The two energies gradually merged within him, and the domineering feeling also faded away as the energy turned gentle.
It seemed...
Something must have happened after he passed out.
Wang Ye silently glanced at Xiao Si.
Sure enough...something was off...
The piece of paper he had left on Xiao Si's shoulder had fallen onto the ground at some point.
He really was fortunate. Wang Ye laughed mockingly to himself and lightly clenched his fist, sensing the tremendous power within his body.
With his current bodily functions, a second awakener probably could not withstand a single punch from him at all.
Although each awakening exponentially boosted his bodily functions, without having truly fought against someone at the third awakening, he could not be certain of his own strength.
However...
His abilities were gone.
Wang Ye silently looked at his hands.
Indeed, that familiar sensation of his abilities had vanished...
But still, this change...he could not determine if it was good or bad.
Nevertheless...
He had become much stronger.
After changing into a new set of clothes and taking a shower, looking at the risen sun, a trace of a smile appeared on Wang Ye's lips.
In this world, just being able to live...and see the sunlight of the next day, was already the greatest fortune.
In the next two days, Wang Ye found a secluded place to continuously adapt to his strengthened body, running all kinds of tests.
The final data greatly satisfied Wang Ye.
Perhaps...this was the correct path humanity should be taking...
Of course, he had received several calls from Zhang Xiao during this time, formally inviting Wang Ye to visit her lab.
Wang Ye rejected them all without the slightest hesitation.
How was this any different from the Feast at Hong Gate!
Lazily basking in the sun was already a rare enjoyment for Wang Ye.
Until Zhang ZiLiang's call came in.
The city of Lin'an...
Was likely to be razed.
Zhang ZiLiang's heavy voice rang out over the phone.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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!
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.
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?!
