A gaunt man with a menacing appearance sauntered in nonchalantly.
Ning Yu immediately locked onto this man, observing the positions of his weapons and assessing his physical capabilities.
But on the surface, Ning Yu merely displayed the frightened expression of a normal little girl.
Her two delicate hands tightly gripped the hem of her skirt.
Her watery eyes brimmed with tears, as if she were about to cry at any moment.
It was all an act.
In her previous life, Ning Yu had not only played the role of a woman during missions.
Through clever makeup, props, and training in expressions, voice mimicry, and acting.
She had portrayed everything from a cold school beauty, a shrewd female CEO, to an ordinary office worker.
All for the sake of assassination, by any means necessary.
Although she had never played the role of such a young girl before, she had seen enough of such expressions.
"Yo! There's a pretty little thing here!"
The man's lewd smile contorted his features, making his face appear even more hideous.
Shen Yiyue shuddered at the sound.
She felt a chill run through her, as if she were falling into an ice cave.
Her innocence and life were likely to end here today.
But soon, she sensed something was amiss.
She noticed that the man's predatory gaze was not on her!
His target was the little girl beside her, Ning Yu!
"Control yourself, Xu Qiang! It's only been a few days since the apocalypse, and you've already ruined how many?"
A distant voice came from the next room.
"If this were before, you'd be rotting in jail!"
Xu Qiang ignored the man next door, his wicked gaze firmly fixed on Ning Yu.
He hadn't seen such a beautiful little girl in a long time.
Her exquisite dress and snow-white knee-high socks wrapped around her tiny body, revealing only her delicate neck.
Her slender silver hair, with a lock falling beside her ear.
Her slightly chubby cheeks hinted at a healthy blush.
Her small eyebrows slightly furrowed, her clear, bright eyes shimmering with a pitiful look.
Xu Qiang felt a fire ignite within him, almost spilling from his eyes.
Seeing Xu Qiang's ugly and disheveled state, Shen Yiyue's eyes flashed with complex emotions.
She seemed to be hesitating about something.
[Ding! Newbie Mission (1/3) triggered: Kill Xu Qiang]
[Mission Reward: Free Attribute Point +1, 50 Points]
Ning Yu's mind suddenly received a familiar mechanical prompt.
Although she wasn't sure if this was some kind of game or what, the mention of a Free Attribute Point reward made her pupils sharpen with a cold glint.
Xu Qiang looked like a second-rate thug, with loose muscles and obvious flaws in his movements, clearly just an ordinary person.
However, Ning Yu didn't strike immediately. Instead, she quietly waited for Xu Qiang to approach, planning to find the best moment to deliver a fatal blow.
"What's your name, little girl?"
"Come let uncle check you out~"
Xu Qiang chuckled, confident and unafraid, walking towards Ning Yu.
In his eyes, these were just two lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
But at that moment, Shen Yiyue seemed to muster all her courage and suddenly stood up.
She stood in front of Ning Yu!
"She's just a child!"
Shen Yiyue shouted weakly, like a cornered wild cat issuing a feeble warning.
Her frail body stood diagonally in front of Ning Yu, one hand outstretched to block Xu Qiang.
Ning Yu read hesitation, fear, panic, and a hint of determination from her profile.
Ning Yu was a bit puzzled.
She and this girl were not related, so why did she suddenly stand up so bravely?
The disgusting man's target was not her now.
From her earlier behavior, Ning Yu thought she would just tremble in fear in the corner.
Xu Qiang's lewd smile froze.
He didn't expect Shen Yiyue to resist him in such a situation.
He strode forward and slapped Shen Yiyue hard across the face.
"Smack!" Shen Yiyue was knocked to the ground.
Her face immediately swelled, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, showing how hard Xu Qiang had hit her.
Shen Yiyue, though dazed, struggled to get up, her hands and feet scrambling.
Xu Qiang walked over and kicked her hard in the stomach with the toe of his shoe, showing no mercy.
Shen Yiyue immediately curled up in pain, losing the strength to resist.
"It's your turn now? Did I let you speak? Ah??"
Xu Qiang shouted angrily, his foot still kicking Shen Yiyue.
Her pretty school uniform skirt was now marked with one after another footprint.
"You'll get yours later! What are you in a hurry for!"
"Trying to protect this little bitch, who do you think you are! Laughing at me!"
"Come on! Get up! Keep protecting her and show me!"
Shen Yiyue could only let out muffled groans, unable to stand up anymore.
Ning Yu coldly watched all this, her eyes unwavering.
After a few more kicks, Xu Qiang seemed to tire and turned back around.
His wicked smile reappeared as he slowly approached Ning Yu.
Ning Yu changed back to her frightened expression the moment he turned around.
Her small leather shoes stepped back little by little, like a scared animal facing a fierce tiger.
"Uncle... Uncle, don't come over!"
Ning Yu's soft and frightened voice came out.
This sentence was like a battle cry for Xu Qiang, and he lunged forward with a sinister grin.
At this moment, Xu Qiang's psychological defenses towards Ning Yu had dropped to the lowest.
He felt Ning Yu was his prey, ready to be devoured.
Just as he was about to grab Ning Yu, Xu Qiang suddenly noticed that the frightened expression on Ning Yu's face had completely disappeared.
Her eyes emitted a cold aura, as if looking at a dead man.
Xu Qiang felt a chill run from his tailbone up his spine.
Ning Yu kicked out with lightning speed, hitting Xu Qiang in the groin.
A cracking sound echoed, and excruciating pain shot through Xu Qiang's entire body.
He bent over to clutch his groin, his mouth opening to let out a loud scream, a man's instinctive reaction.
What Ning Yu needed was his bent-over height; her current little girl form was too short.
As he bent over, a cloth was immediately stuffed into Xu Qiang's mouth, filling his mouth excessively.
His scream was instantly stifled.
Ning Yu lightly jumped up, making a quick turn in the air, and a craft knife slid out from her sleeve!
The setting sun's rays shone into the dilapidated warehouse, reflecting off the blade and into Xu Qiang's terrified eyes.
It was a call of death.
A cold light flashed as Ning Yu turned, slashing Xu Qiang's neck at an incredible speed.
Blood spurted out like a fountain from his neck.
Xu Qiang's eyes widened in disbelief.
He had fallen at the hands of a child?!
Blood soaked Ning Yu's beautiful dress, and her snow-white knee-high socks were stained with crimson.
The blood splashed on her face dripped down her delicate cheeks, but she paid no attention.
She quickly supported Xu Qiang's body to prevent it from making noise when it hit the ground, alerting his accomplices next door.
Ning Yu struggled a bit with the weight.
Despite her enhanced physical abilities, the sudden weight of an adult man was still considerable.
Fortunately, the whole process was silent, as if nothing had happened.
Even Shen Yiyue on the ground didn't raise her head, unaware that Xu Qiang was already dead.
At this moment, a voice came from next door:
"Xu Qiang! What are you doing! You're not starting already, are you?"
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?!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
