My sacrifice, in exchange for your return, is worth it!
Liu Zheng looked at Wang Ye with determination in his eyes.
Wang Ye was silent for a moment, with a bitter smile: This ghostly thing has strong suppression. People with poor physical condition can't even walk when getting close to it.
To maintain mobility, one would need at least the physique of someone who has awakened three times.
Hearing Wang Ye's words, a strong sense of powerlessness rose in Liu Zheng's heart.
So it turned out that they, who wanted to die in his place, didn't even have the qualifications.
The group of espers also fell silent, looking at Wang Ye with complex eyes.
For a long time...
Come back alive!!
Liu Zheng's eyes reddened slightly as he looked deeply at Wang Ye and bowed 90 degrees.
Come back alive!!
Come back alive!!
Countless espers and investigators, at this moment looking at Wang Ye's upright back, took a deep breath and bowed silently.
For some reason, a ripple rose in Wang Ye's cold heart.
He really didn't know whether this adventure was more about saving people or taking advantage.
But at this moment...
These people made him feel that this life-threatening action seemed to have more meaning.
Sentimental.
Wang Ye looked at the crowd with a smile: I'm leaving.
After speaking, Wang Ye raised his other hand with difficulty under the suppression and waved lightly.
Then his eyes were filled with determination as he walked step by step away from the safe area and into the depths of the wasteland.
Watching Wang Ye's back, Liu Zheng took a deep breath and shouted: Start the rescue, don't fail Wang Ye's sacrifice!
Yes...
How could one come back alive after going deep into the wasteland...
The group of espers gritted their teeth, feeling weak for the first time, and rushed into the almost ruin-like city of Lin'an.
Rescue...
Begins.
Tian Group Headquarters.
21st Floor.
Zhang ZiLiang listened to the news coming back from Lin'an City, and silently hung up the phone.
In the office.
Wang Qiang, Liu Qian, and Yang Chen had joy on their faces.
Yes, the three of them...were still alive.
A 70% survival rate was high, but still full of deadly risks.
Especially Liu Qian, who had just awakened for the first time. She almost lost control of the energy in her body.
Seeing Zhang ZiLiang's low mood, there was a hint of confusion in Yang Chen's eyes: What's wrong?
Wang Ye, alone, led the ghosts of Lin'an City into the depths of the wasteland.
Zhang ZiLiang's voice was a little low as he whispered.
What?
There was surprise in Yang Chen's eyes: Wang Ye shouldn't be the heroic type.
Hehe...
Watch the heart, not the surface.
Zhang ZiLiang smiled slightly, and his hand under the table trembled slightly, somewhat pale.
But his face was still calm, he closed his eyes.
Yang Chen was silent.
Wang Qiang and Liu Qian's pupils shrank, exchanging glances, realizing the severity of the problem.
Their team relied more on Wang Ye. If Wang Ye was sacrificed...
Perhaps they didn't even have the ability to protect themselves.
Minister, if nothing else, I will leave first.
Wang Qiang gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang ZiLiang.
Zhang ZiLiang nodded slightly, Wang Qiang looked at Liu Qian, and the two quickly left with faint worries on their faces.
The Wasteland.
Wang Ye didn't know how long he had been walking.
He could only feel that his body was full of stiffness, and every step he took had to endure severe pain.
What was more terrifying was that as Wang Ye went farther and farther...
The ghosts attracted by the red lantern behind him became more and more.
Countless ghosts followed numbly behind him, emitting a terrible suppression.
Under the increasing pressure, the muscles all over his body trembled slightly, and sweat kept flowing down.
Gradually...
Wang Ye seemed to have lost his senses and was just walking forward by inertia.
Blood beads oozed from the pores, wetting his clothes.
In the dangerous wasteland, Wang Ye was like a guide, leading many ghosts and monsters, moving forward continuously.
Even...
Under the impact of this gloomy aura.
The vitality in his body was decreasing.
At first glance, it seemed that Wang Ye at the forefront was like a ghost too.
Time passed unconsciously. Wang Ye stumbled forward numbly, his skin covered in blood, his eyes sunk deep into their sockets.
More and more ghosts joined the ranks, obsessed with the blood-red lantern.
Finally...
Wang Ye lost his strength and fell heavily to the ground.
The lantern kept rolling on the ground, its candlelight flickering.
Behind...
The shadows of countless ghosts flickered uneasily, twisting their bodies.
The paper money pasted on the half-body ghost's eyes shook more and more.
In a trance, Wang Ye regained the last bit of consciousness, gritted his teeth, picked up the lantern again, and the ghosts behind him calmed down again.
Not far away...
A dilapidated straw cottage stood.
Wang Ye used all his remaining strength to rush to the front of the straw cottage, hung the lantern on the door handle, and then staggered back desperately.
The ghosts surrounded the straw cottage silently and stood still.
Damn post office, if you don't send the mail car over again, I'm dead.
Wang Ye rarely cursed as he slumped on the ground, panting heavily.
It could be seen that there were flickering shadows in the thatched house, then the door opened...
The lantern fell heavily to the ground, and the little remaining candlelight inside was completely extinguished.
In an instant, the suppression emitted by the countless ghosts reached its peak.
And in the void, a postal car appeared beside Wang Ye. Seeing the group of ghosts going berserk, Wang Ye squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, got into the car, and barely closed the door before completely blacking out.
The postal car's engine roared.
It hid itself in the void and drove away without anyone driving.
Just that the direction he left wasn't towards the Capital City.
But...
Deeper into the wasteland.
Of course, these were things the unconscious Wang Ye didn't know.
The Straw Cottage...
A young ghost with blood stains at the corners of his mouth appeared at the door, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
The next second, countless fierce ghosts roared angrily and rushed towards this youth...
Attacking him in his puzzlement, venting their anger.
After a long time...
The ghosts turned and left.
The paper money on the half-body finally fluttered slowly to the ground, the eyes on his belly full of resentment and hatred, he turned and left.
On the ground...
The young ghost was torn apart.
The severed limbs kept twitching, slowly stitching themselves back together.
And the postal car...
Drove farther and farther into the depths of the wasteland.
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 world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
