The System awkwardly added, “Ah, I don’t know how to describe it either!”
Its voice was filled with the frustrated helplessness of someone who couldn’t explain themselves, like a child who had done something wrong.
“Boss, you get it, right? It’s that kind of familiar feeling—so familiar that it’s like looking at your own hand.”
Chen Guan secretly shook his head.
He didn’t understand at all.
What did the left hand and right hand have to do with anything?
“I sensed this fluctuation back then, and my curiosity got the better of me, so I came over to take a look.”
The System’s voice was thick with grievance.
“Who would’ve thought it’d be so overbearing? The moment I got close, it dragged me straight inside. After that, I didn’t know anything until you came and woke me up, Boss.”
Chen Guan listened quietly in his mind, keeping his mental power fully focused to make sure he didn’t miss any information in Sys’s words.
“Kid, what are you making eyes at that broken coffin for?”
Baal’s lazy voice rang out again. Clearly, Chen Guan’s continued disregard had left him bored.
Even that human beside them had received a hand gesture in response. Why was he the only one getting nothing?
“Baal, can I take this coffin with me?”
The question left the demon god in his mental space stunned. Baal hadn’t expected Chen Guan’s first question to be this.
“Oh?”
Baal’s tone rose, evidently taking an interest.
“Your courage is a little greater than Lord Bael expected.”
“This thing is something even that Rank Eleven brat couldn’t do anything about, yet you’re thinking of packing it up and taking it away?”
Compared with Lord Bael, that human brat was far too weak. Still, Baal had to admit that he was indeed one of the strongest among humans. Against Chen Guan, he’d have no trouble winning nine times out of ten.
The kind of nine times he’d split apart in a single second.
“I’m only thinking about it,” Chen Guan replied cautiously. “After all, it has some connection to me.”
Baal let out a low chuckle. Put that way, it was true—they did have quite a connection.
“If that’s the case, then take it. Why not?”
His voice suddenly filled with temptation.
“Rules exist to be broken, and seals exist to be torn apart.”
“Of course, Lord Bael is only responsible for proposing grand ideas. How mortals carry them out isn’t within my sphere of consideration.”
“Still, if you’re willing to offer up some more interesting entertainment, Lord Bael might be able to give you a tiny hint.”
Chen Guan automatically tuned out the latter half of the demon god’s useless drivel and directed his thoughts toward the System that had just returned.
“Sys, do you have a way?”
“Boss, that’s easy. Just tell it that you’re taking it home.”
He looked at the black coffin before him—one that had even left the Rank Eleven powerhouse White Tiger at a loss—then recalled Sys’s suggestion, which sounded like something out of a kindergarten game of house.
Deep suspicion filled his mind.
“You’re sure?”
“Of course, Boss,” the System declared confidently.
“We’re of the same origin, like the left hand and the right hand. If you talk to your own hand, do you need to file a report first?”
The metaphor was still bizarre, but Chen Guan reluctantly grasped the logic behind it.
He stopped hesitating and placed his palm against the lid once more. This time, he used no force at all. He simply transmitted his will through his palm as a medium.
“Come with me.”
There was no voice, only pure intent.
A deep, muffled hum suddenly rang out from the depths of the earth. The frozen soil beneath his feet trembled visibly.
In the distance, White Tiger had been kicking snow around listlessly. The instant he sensed the disturbance, he straightened and shot a blade-sharp gaze toward the center of the valley.
Chen Guan didn’t notice White Tiger’s restless movement. All his concentration was focused on communicating with the black coffin.
It was responding—but it wasn’t submitting.
Chen Guan frowned. When faced with something that couldn’t speak, he genuinely had no idea what to do.
“Boss, it’s verifying your identity,” the System said at just the right moment, like a thoughtful simultaneous interpreter.
“How?”
“Just show it your own coffin. Let it sense your aura, and it’ll know who you are.”
Sys spoke as though it were obvious.
Chen Guan understood…
Or rather, he understood nothing at all.
“Sys, I’d like to spend popularity points to deal with this troublesome problem.”
Sys sounded troubled. “Host, growing up means learning not to rely on popularity points.”
“That isn’t called growing up. It’s called being useless…”
Sys immediately grew dejected. “You really are the worst host I’ve ever had.”
Chen Guan ignored Sys’s jeering and thought for a moment. Then he raised his hand. The black mark in his palm surfaced, and he pressed it down, attempting to unlock the coffin through his palmprint.
The black mark in his palm writhed like a living creature. Strands of black vapor spread along the cold metallic grooves, and the snowflakes around him melted into droplets of water before they even touched the ground.
The aura carried a powerful sense of savagery and resentment. It flowed backward along his fingertips, attempting to break through the mental barrier he had constructed.
Chen Guan clenched his teeth and mobilized the gray energy within him, desperately resisting the foreign intrusion.
Baal asked curiously, “Is this hunk of metal identifying the trace left behind by Astaroth?”
Chen Guan frowned, remembering the arm that had only just been healed by White Tiger’s summoned beast, Moonglow.
Guessing what Chen Guan was thinking, Baal said, “Something that has disappeared is different from something that never existed. At my level, it’s easy to see your connection to Astaroth at a glance.”
“But this coffin is actually alive. It can even identify Astaroth… How interesting.”
Baal clicked his tongue in wonder. He was becoming increasingly curious about the origins of Chen Guan’s coffin. Now, it wasn’t only Chen Guan who wanted to know. Baal also wanted to take it back and study it.
Chen Guan completely abandoned his attempt to suppress the black mark in his palm. The raging black vapor surged through his fingertips and bored into the gaps in the metal. The snowfield around him sizzled as though being scorched, while charred patterns rapidly spread outward from the bottom of the coffin.
Not enough… Just a little more…
Chen Guan had realized that he couldn’t succeed through a combination of coaxing and force.
“I’ll help you this once.”
Before the words had even faded, a violent force poured into Chen Guan’s arms. The lean, well-proportioned lines of his muscles instantly swelled and bulged.
“Rise.”
With Chen Guan’s muffled roar, the frozen earth buried beneath him was forcibly torn apart. Cracks crisscrossed like a spiderweb, spreading wildly outward from where he stood.
The shrill grinding sound sent snow flying into the sky.
This time, without the System’s cheat-like assistance, Chen Guan relied on Baal’s enhancement and his own mortal flesh to forcibly pull the ancient weapon, which had slept for countless eras, out of the ground.
He braced the black coffin against his right shoulder beneath a terrifying weight that seemed capable of crushing his spine. His legs trembled under the strain.
“Thanks, Baal.”
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."
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!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
