Time quietly arrived at the day of the emperor's attendance at the Industrial Exhibition. At the Crystal Palace pavilion, Luo Wei arrived at his exhibition booth early in the morning.
No matter how many factory owners came to inquire, Luo Wei paid them no attention. His identity as an exhibitor was merely a cover—he wasn’t here to sell anything.
From the news relayed by Ophelia, Charlton II’s convoy had already departed from the Hercules Palace. Luo Wei scanned his surroundings. With the emperor’s imminent arrival, everyone in the Crystal Palace wore expressions of excitement.
About an hour later, Luo Wei finally saw Charlton II.
His convoy was grand and imposing, surrounded by numerous superhuman elites, accompanied by high-ranking members of the Church. Upon closer inspection, there were also many agents from the Special Affairs Bureau lurking in the shadows. It seemed both of Wegnar’s official superhuman organizations had mobilized in full force.
Once Ophelia arrived, she walked straight toward Luo Wei. Without exchanging words, they both turned their gazes toward the high platform.
After Charlton II made his appearance, he delivered words of encouragement to the major enterprises before launching into his speech.
Luo Wei could easily guess the content of the speech—something about the impending war, the critical importance of the Magical Industry, a call for military-industrial enterprises to dedicate their talents to the empire, and promises of financial support. Finally, he concluded with a fierce declaration: "Either the enemy will walk over our corpses, or we will walk over theirs!"
As soon as he finished, thunderous applause erupted. The crowd, stirred with emotion, shouted toward the platform:
"Long live the Empire! Long live His Majesty!"
"Now, to conclude, I wish this month-long Industrial Exhibition a resounding success!" Charlton II beamed, his face glowing, not at all resembling the dying old man of rumors.
Amid the restless atmosphere, Luo Wei’s system notification popped up.
[Chapter 5: Where the Holy Light Shrouds]
[Prevent the conspiracy of the Siston Theocracy. Failure will result in forced reload.]
[Keep Wegnar’s chaos level below 45%. Exceeding it will trigger a forced reload.]
[Save Point: Crystal Palace Exhibition Hall]
[Remaining Reloads: 5/5]
[Friendly Reminder: This mission concerns the fate of the world. Please treat it with utmost seriousness. Good luck, Investigator!]
Staring at the newly appeared mission, Luo Wei pondered silently. The system had never given such a grave warning before. The fate of the world? And this chaos level restriction... It felt like shackles tightening around him.
"Father is about to leave," Ophelia whispered as a reminder.
Luo Wei nodded. As soon as Charlton II departed from the Crystal Palace, he boarded Ophelia’s carriage.
Contrary to expectations, the Crystal Palace—seemingly the most dangerous location—offered little opportunity for assassins to act. That left only the return journey as the likely moment for an attempt.
Opening the carriage window, Luo Wei observed the bustling streets.
The assassination he anticipated never came. The convoy moved forward steadily, the journey eerily calm.
Ophelia frowned. "Strange... Could we have been mistaken?"
"Patience..." Luo Wei shifted his gaze from the surroundings to the front, focusing on Charlton II’s position.
Honestly, he found it somewhat absurd. To show his support for the Magical Industry, Charlton II had chosen to ride in an open-top carriage today.
The open carriage moved leisurely through the streets, winding through the bustling market district. The scene was almost too cliché—all that was missing was a deranged gunman charging out.
Luo Wei waited quietly. Finally, as the convoy turned a corner—
As expected, the unexpected happened.
The magical communication ring suddenly lit up. Helena’s frantic voice came through from the old mansion. "Brother! Eleya’s consciousness has vanished!"
A teleportation halo flashed, and Luo Wei saw the witch appear instantly on the street.
At the same time, near the front of the convoy, not far from Pope Adrian, a high-ranking clergyman suddenly let out a bizarre shriek and lunged toward Charlton II. In midair, blinding spears of light erupted—the signature move, [Judgment].
"Your Majesty, be careful!" Pope Adrian was the first to step forward, being the closest to the assassin.
Divine magic clashed against divine magic, the blinding white light nearly searing everyone’s eyes. The streets erupted into panicked screams.
"I knew it had to be a traitor from within the Church," Tilis sneered, immediately preparing to charge forward.
But before she could act, she sensed an overwhelming surge of terrifying magical energy.
An exceptionally sturdy magical barrier enveloped Charlton II’s carriage. The collision of divine magic and arcane forces sent the carriage rocking violently.
The one who intervened was Hawkins, one of the empire’s three greatest masters and the Chief Royal Mage.
Inside the carriage, Ophelia leaped out, with Luo Wei following closely behind.
The front of the convoy descended into chaos. Agents hidden in the surroundings revealed themselves, and the imperial guards formed an impenetrable shield around the open carriage. Ophelia and Luo Wei struggled to push through the crowd. When they finally did, Luo Wei immediately spotted a large pool of blood on the ground.
The one who died wasn’t Charlton II—it was the assassin.
The elderly emperor sat unharmed in his carriage, though his expression was grave. He swept his gaze across the various onlookers before calmly waving his hand.
"No harm done. Return to the palace," he ordered.
The convoy resumed its journey, the wheels turning steadily. The guards stood firm, their expressions resolute and impassioned, as if under the emperor’s will, any enemy would be crushed like ants.
Tilis stared at the Chief Royal Mage within the convoy, her brow slightly furrowed. His strength was unexpectedly formidable.
Luo Wei and Ophelia were equally surprised that the assassination attempt had been suppressed so effortlessly. Tilis withdrew her gaze and leaned in, puzzled. "Did Eleya fail?"
"Perhaps... perhaps there are more assassins lying in wait?" Ophelia said uncertainly. "We can’t let our guard down."
Luo Wei observed the disarray among the Church’s ranks. Pope Adrian had been too focused on protecting the emperor, so the backlash from [Judgment] had hit the Church members hardest. Adrian and several high-ranking clergy were covered in blood, with healing priests scrambling to tend to them.
After watching the pope and his entourage retreat for emergency treatment, Luo Wei, Ophelia, and Tilis boarded the carriage once more.
Meanwhile, on the streets, as Charlton II waved to the crowd, waves of fervent cheers erupted.
"May the heavens protect His Majesty! Long live His Majesty!"
"Long live the Emperor!!"
Luo Wei’s expression grew increasingly uneasy. The convoy traveled smoothly from the White Chapel District to the Administrative District without further incident.
No assassins, no uprisings from rebel organizations—only the deafening roar of adoring cheers.
"Is that it?" Tilis murmured, staring at the palace complex now within sight. The imperial residence, Hercules Palace, loomed ahead.
"Something’s wrong. We must have missed something..." Luo Wei’s frown deepened. This unsettling feeling persisted until the system notification abruptly appeared.
[Mission Failed]
[Game cannot continue. Forcing load of saved data...]
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?!
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."
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!"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
