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...]
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?"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
