[Hahahahaha five thousand words! That's adding insult to injury, Instructor Jing!]
[Instructor Jing: You're a badass at fighting, let's see how badass you are at writing.]
[Chen Guan: I just saved the world, and now you're punishing me by making me write an introspection letter? Where is the justice in that?]
"And you."
Instructor Jing seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He turned around and glared at Liu Feiyu, who was currently tiptoeing backward step by step, attempting to sneak away.
"Kid from the Liu family, don't think I can't see you just because you aren't making a sound. Trying to pocket a Tier-10 demon core? Hand it over."
Liu Feiyu's footsteps abruptly stopped. The demon core flew out of his pocket and landed right in Instructor Jing's hand.
He could only watch helplessly, like an impotent husband.
Instructor Jing weighed it in his hand with satisfaction. It was genuine, which meant it was his to confiscate.
By this time, the site cleanup was mostly complete.
Several large medical transport aircraft hovered above the top of the tower, their propellers whipping up fierce winds that made it almost impossible to stand steady.
"Attention, everyone!"
Instructor Jing clapped his hands, his voice piercing through the deafening noise.
"Those who aren't missing arms or legs, get on the plane yourselves. Listen up, remember to keep your mouths tightly shut about what happened tonight..."
He didn't state the consequences, merely grinning to reveal a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.
Su Yuehe walked up to Chen Guan, lowering her voice, her tone hiding her concern: "Are you... badly hurt?"
Although she was confident in her own superpower, the pain would still be there.
Chen Guan shook his head and reached out to adjust the straps of the black coffin on his back.
The familiar, heavy weight pressing down on his scar-riddled shoulders actually brought him an indescribable sense of security.
His true body was still slumbering inside. As long as Old Me was fine, these superficial wounds were nothing.
He took a step forward, heading toward the plane.
But just at the moment his foot was about to step onto the cabin deck, a faint cracking sound from deep within the ruins drilled into his ears.
The sound was like shattering glass.
Chen Guan's foot, which he was just about to lift, froze mid-air, and his body stiffened along with it.
He whipped around, his gaze locking onto the empty space where the Thousand-Faced Moth had turned to ash.
There was nothing there; even the ashes had been blown clean away by the night wind.
But in his field of vision just a moment ago, right in that very spot, a slender black line had appeared out of thin air and vanished instantly.
It felt like the blink of an eye.
"What's wrong?"
An Changqing, walking ahead, noticed something was off with him. He stopped and looked back to ask.
Chen Guan stared at that patch of space.
The crack was gone.
Everything felt like his own illusion.
"...Nothing."
He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and boarded the plane, taking a seat in the farthest corner to conceal the turbulent thoughts in his eyes.
An illusion?
No.
Chen Guan's eyebrows were furrowed so tightly they almost formed a knot.
The aircraft ascended, leaving the ruined Myriad Demon Tower far behind.
Instructor Jing stood by the open cabin door, watching the shrinking ruins below, the casual smile on his face slowly fading away.
He pressed his earpiece: "Southern Dipper."
A flurry of rapid keyboard typing echoed through the earpiece, followed by the Southern Dipper's standard, lifeless tone: "I am here."
Instructor Jing stared at the increasingly distant black dots below and asked.
"Around the area where the Thousand-Faced Moth died, just now, did something open a door?"
"Data backtracking indicates."
The Southern Dipper's voice was objective and entirely devoid of emotion.
"The spatial fluctuation peak experienced an abnormal jump after the target's death, lasting 0.03 seconds. Unable to locate the beacon source."
Instructor Jing snorted; it was hard to tell who he was mocking.
"It seems the problems in the Northern Territory are far greater than I thought. The boss never mentioned this part."
He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the teenagers inside the cabin.
They were either resting with their eyes closed or looking down to tend to their wounds.
Finally, his eyes landed on Chen Guan, who had his arms crossed and looked as if he had already fallen asleep.
"Kid."
He muttered in a voice only he could hear.
"I'm afraid your troubles have only just begun. Before Long Ao fully matures, we can only rely on you."
Chen Guan was huddled in the deepest corner of the cabin, his head leaning against the cold wall, not even lifting an eyelid.
To outsiders, this great hero who had just slain the demon king by his own hand was steeped in post-battle exhaustion, exuding a cold and lonely aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.
He was completely oblivious to Instructor Jing's thoughts, currently immersed in the forum.
He was thinking that since he could communicate with the audience on the other side of the bullet screen through the forum, could he perhaps create an account of his own?
He would be the insider leaker.
While at it, he could also snap a couple of photos to upload and see if he could gain popularity points this way.
Since Old Me's points could be credited to him, there was no reason this method wouldn't work.
Create new account.
A light screen unfolded across his retinas.
[Please enter ID: _______]
His fingers paused as he pondered for a moment.
"I'll call it..."
[ID Confirmed: CheerfulNetizen9527]
Next, he pulled up a few screenshots he had asked Sys to automatically capture during the battle, browsing through them rapidly.
"This one, no, it's too upright."
"This one... the lighting is too dark, no good either."
"Got it."
In the image, Long Ao was blasted away, half his face covered in blood, yet he was still struggling and roaring angrily at the sky.
The youth's hot-blooded vigor was practically spilling out of the screen. Keep it.
Next picture.
Liu Feiyu was sitting on a snapped steel beam, a coin just about to fall from his fingertips. His back looked aloof and proud, and the composition was perfect.
Keep!
Chen Guan's finger swiped across the light screen, continuing to scroll down.
In the picture, An Changqing used his sword to prop himself up, half-kneeling among the rubble. A trail of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes remained bright as he gazed into the distant night sky.
A sense of glorious defeat and brokenness hit right in the face.
"Keep this one too," he said to Sys.
He completely deleted all the images of himself reaping enemies with a single swing of his scythe.
This wasn't some cheap one-hit-kill game, and the audience wasn't here to watch a ruthless, blade-swinging machine. He would ruin the vibe.
Finally, he selected nine pictures.
There was Long Ao's blood-soaked side profile as he still threw punches and roared; there was Su Yuehe and the others standing back-to-back in a solemn defensive posture; there was Liu Feiyu's aloof silhouette standing atop the dome; and another was a group shot of everyone looking exhausted and silent under the lights after the battle ended.
Sys's photography skills were actually quite impressive.
He arranged the nine pictures in order and uploaded them to the forum.
[Poster: CheerfulNetizen9527]
[Title: None]
[Body: None]
He was stingy enough not to include even a single punctuation mark, and his profile picture was just a minimalist black-and-white default avatar.
He hit the send button and then waited for a reaction.
The forum's tranquility lasted for exactly three seconds.
Three seconds later, this thread with no title and bizarre contents exploded like a depth charge in the late-night forum.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
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!
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
