What the hell is this?!
A dry laugh squeezed out of Blood Butcher's throat, his facial muscles twisting in anger.
He couldn't comprehend the bizarre situation unfolding before him. Something that walked out of a painting had easily neutralized his lethal strike.
He said no more, unleashing his Tier-8 power without reservation.
Across the floor of the entire suite, the stagnant pool of blood began to bubble.
Hundreds of long bloody tendons shot out from it, twisting toward the Chen Guan from the painting from all directions.
Each blood tendon writhed and shrieked. It was the very essence of despair he had extracted from countless lives, potent enough to corrode steel and taint souls.
Facing this purgatorial scene, the Chen Guan from the painting merely raised the scythe in his hand.
He didn't swing it, nor did he even adopt a defensive stance. He simply tapped the tip of the scythe lightly against the air in front of him.
Hum.
A silent shockwave rippled outward.
The roaring blood tendons lunging at him all froze in midair, less than half a meter away.
Immediately after, they began to fade in color.
The deep blood-red turned pale red, then pinkish-white, before finally dissolving into the most primal life energy and returning to nothingness.
The power Blood Butcher had been so proud of was directly neutralized.
The negative energy of millions of people that he commanded seemed so crude and pathetic before the power his opponent wielded.
This was no longer a contest of skill, but the domination of the source over its tributaries.
"Impossible!" Panic leaked into Blood Butcher's voice for the first time.
He finally realized that his power was a filthy gutter stream mixed with countless resentments, while what the other party held was the spring of life that nourished all things.
[Holy crap, what is going on?]
[Is this Brother Coffin's true strength? Was he acting for us again earlier?]
[No, look at Brother Coffin's main body, he's still standing at the door. Is this a summon? Or an avatar?]
[With this aura, I declare this is the real Brother Coffin. The one at the door is just the hype man, irrelevant.]
The discussions in the bullet comments could not affect the battlefield.
Blood Butcher spread his arms, and his entire body's power converged directly into a primal, destructive torrent, washing toward the Chen Guan from the painting.
He wanted to use the most barbaric power to smooth out this bizarre gap and launch a final strike.
The bloody tide swept through the entire room.
The Chen Guan from the painting stood amidst the washing tide, his figure not swaying in the slightest.
The scythe in his hand rose, and this time, he swung it.
A pitch-black rift opened in front of him.
Blood Butcher's offensive was blocked by a single line.
He looked at that face, identical to his prey's, and the hairs on his back stood on end. A chill shot straight up his spine to the top of his head.
This power had long surpassed the Tier-3 his subordinates mentioned, even exceeding the realm of Tier-8.
Blood Butcher's understanding was completely overturned. In his moment of distraction, he felt a fatal tremor from his connection to the city-wide array.
The distant foundation was shaking.
The blood-red array covering the entire city, that giant web made of countless emotional threads, had found its final destination.
All the threads pulled taut, turning their direction in unison. They no longer surged toward Blood Butcher at the Queen Casino.
Instead, with an almost pilgrim-like fanaticism, they threw themselves toward the rooftop of that inconspicuous office building.
All streams returning to the abyss.
The most spectacular scene played out in the night sky of Jiang City.
Countless blood-red streams of light tore through the sky, weaving into a reverse-flowing meteor shower, all sinking into that small water tank.
The person in that black coffin transformed into an insatiable abyss, greedily devouring the feast gathered from the negative emotions and life force of a million living beings.
The bloody patterns in the sky faded completely within a mere three seconds. The night sky returned to a deep blue-black, with only a few stars twinkling in the distance.
The heavy weight pressing on everyone's hearts vanished instantly, followed by the bewilderment of surviving a disaster.
What happened?
The ritual had its foundation entirely ripped out from underneath.
...
Top floor of the Queen Casino.
The source of his power cut off, the aura around Blood Butcher rapidly withered.
The blood flames burning on his body extinguished inch by inch. The originally thick blood light became thin and dim, threatening to dissipate completely at any moment.
He fell heavily from the clouds of Tier-8.
Pfft.
He spat out a mouthful of black blood, his breath weakening to the extreme.
"Who... who stole my ritual!" he roared, unwilling madness burning in his pair of scarlet eyes.
The Chen Guan from the painting gave him no answer.
He took a step forward, his figure passing through layers of space to appear in front of Blood Butcher.
The scythe in his hand slashed down once more.
From this strike, Blood Butcher had nowhere to hide.
He could only watch helplessly as that weapon representing finality cleaved toward his body.
Having done all this, the man from the painting turned around, casting an indifferent gaze at Chen Guan by the door.
Subsequently, his figure began to break down into flowing ink, scattering bit by bit, and finally entirely retracting into the scroll suspended in midair.
The scroll rolled up. Losing its power support, it fluttered lightly onto the carpet.
In the entire luxurious suite, only Chen Guan remained standing.
Consecutive deaths and the extreme overdraft of his spirit completely backfired at this moment.
His vision darkened in waves and began to blur. Using his last bit of strength to grip the doorframe, he barely prevented himself from collapsing on the spot.
[We won? We just won like that?]
[Brother Coffin is awesome! What was that thing in the painting?]
[Look at Brother Coffin, he looks like he's dying. His face is as pale as paper.]
[It hurts my heart. He carried everything by himself. So where exactly are the official people?]
Chen Guan ignored the clamor of the bullet comments. He merely forced his body to stay upright, while his consciousness had long since sunk into the system.
The popularity value number had already broken through a threshold he had never imagined.
And the main body on the other side... according to the current situation, he had succeeded...
What the old me wants, the old me gets.
...
At the same time, above the clouds of Jiang City.
The air here was crisp and cold. Beneath their feet lay a rolling sea of clouds, and the distant city lights were brilliant, having returned to their former tranquility.
White Tiger leaned back in a lounge chair made of clouds and mist, leisurely swirling the red wine in his glass.
Beside him stood a woman.
She was Santai of the Return to Source Group.
"The boss's script is always so unreasonable," White Tiger chuckled softly. He took a sip of wine, his eyes revealing the amusement of watching a good show. "So, can you tell me now? The part of the mission that belongs to you."
"Haven't you already guessed it, Uncle White Tiger?" Santai said seriously. "My mission was to ensure he successfully stole from the gods, and your mission was to lure Vermilion Bird into the cage. Now it seems we've both accomplished them."
"Indeed."
White Tiger swirled his wine glass, using the stem to point down at the city below, toward the area where Long Ao was evacuating the crowd and fighting desperately.
"However, the boss really doesn't trust me, actually dispatching different missions to the two of us separately. Just how little faith does he have in my professional capabilities?"
Santai paid it no mind. "He's just afraid you'd be too busy to handle it. This isn't a game; if you make a mistake, there's no chance to load a save file and start over. I had to prevent the officials from getting in the way while also helping that kid succeed. It was really troublesome, okay? After I finished, I even had a rare moment of kindness and helped him move that dead-heavy coffin. I really don't know what the boss is thinking."
"True." White Tiger nodded slightly. If all the tasks were assigned to him, he would indeed be a bit too busy. Just stalling the authorities was troublesome enough, and if his sweethearts died, they would be dead for real. "Your Myriad Manifestations Scroll is getting more and more overpowered. To directly replicate an ideal state of him for battle—that Blood Butcher didn't lose unjustly."
"And that kid from the Long family." White Tiger's gaze turned to Long Ao.
Hurry up and grow up, boys.
Once you grow up, you can't keep letting your handsome but ruthless boss run all over the globe anymore.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
