Too Explosive!
Two Black men were brutally attacked on the streets of Dragon Country?
A real chicken snatching!
Soon, a crowd gathered at the scene. The two fellas had already passed out from excessive blood loss and pain.
But their bodies kept twitching uncontrollably, the ground soaked in blood—an utterly gruesome sight!
Dragon Country’s people have always loved spectating drama. Despite the growing crowd, not a single person called the police.
"Holy shit, who was that just now? So badass? That hand speed... snatched them clean in two moves?"
"Damn ruthless! My asshole clenched just watching. I felt a chill down there..."
"If it were our own people, I might’ve called the cops. But since it’s these fellas... I’m just gonna whip out my phone, record it, and post it in the gossip group chat."
The Black men’s usual misconduct in Dragon Country had long stirred resentment among the locals, so naturally, everyone was here for the show.
Soon, an ambulance arrived and hauled the two away.
But news of the incident spread like wildfire!
Within minutes, the police showed up.
"What? You’re kidding, right? This..."
After hearing eyewitness accounts, the officers felt their scalps tingle.
They’d handled all sorts of cases—even public indecency—but street chicken theft? That was a first.
"Report, Captain Li! The hospital just confirmed—those two Black men are illegal immigrants..."
Hearing illegal immigrants, the cops visibly relaxed. This was a case of malicious assault, but if the victims were undocumented... well, that made things easier.
Honestly, seeing those two in such a miserable state was low-key satisfying. After all, crime rates among Black men in Dragon Country were sky-high, a constant headache for law enforcement.
...
Ye Qing Became a Wanted Criminal!
Even though the two were illegal immigrants, the brutality of the crime meant procedures had to be followed.
But the deeper they dug, the more baffled the police became.
Because the perpetrator’s identity was untraceable!
No name, nothing—another illegal immigrant?
Illegal immigrant vs. illegal immigrant?
And the attacker might even be a martial artist? This was getting wild!
After his successful operation, Ye Qing swiftly relocated to a public restroom using his movement techniques.
He pulled out two trophies, his eyes burning with excitement.
"Might as well compare—shopping for groceries requires weighing options, right?" He tossed the smaller one aside, keeping the larger prize.
A stray dog happened by, eyes gleaming. After years of scavenging, it finally scored some real meat.
Unfazed, Ye Qing got to work.
Clearly, his luck was on another level compared to small fries like Lin Yu.
His master’s teachings were top-tier—even if completely ruined, he could still transplant a new one.
"Heh, with skills like these... even if I’m wrecked, so what? I couldn’t care less."
Once his priority was handled, Ye Qing’s gaze turned icy.
"Jiang Family... Jiang Che... you have no idea what kind of monster you’ve provoked."
With a cold smirk, he vanished into the night.
And disappearing alongside him was... Jiang Che’s system puppet.
...
"Jiang Che~~~"
A trembling, delicate voice reached Jiang Che’s ears.
Yu Wan’er clung to him like a koala, arms looped around his neck, her petite frame shaking uncontrollably, face ghostly pale.
Jiang Che held her, flanked by the other girls—Ye Mengyao and the crew.
"Haha... Wan’er, you’re such a scaredy-cat! A haunted house got you like this?" Qin Qiaoqiao doubled over laughing, while Ye Mengyao bit her lip, struggling to suppress a grin.
The little lolita burned with humiliation. Today was a total embarrassment—her dignity (what little she had) was obliterated.
Seeing Jiang Che’s smirk, she gritted her teeth and pinched his waist.
"So weak... yet so feisty around me."
A lovable brat like her? Most rich playboys would’ve locked her in a room for cultivation long ago. Thankfully, Jiang Che had a soft spot for her.
"Scared? Tomorrow, we’re going skydiving. Five thousand meters—guaranteed thrill!" Jiang Che teased.
"N-no! Please, no skydiving!" Yu Wan’er was on the verge of tears.
Roller coasters already turned her legs to jelly. Jumping out of a plane? She’d die.
Ye Mengyao glanced between them. "Wan’er, Jiang Che’s got you. No danger."
Yu Wan’er: (╬▔皿▔)╯
"Selling me out to please him? Scheming witch! Disgusting!"
Qiangwei chuckled, pinching Yu Wan’er’s cheek. "I’ve got skydiving experience. I’ll teach you."
Yu Wan’er: "..."
There was no escape.
But then—inspiration struck.
[Wait... I could provoke him instead! Sure, it’ll suck... but at least I won’t die!]
Yu Wan’er hatched a brilliant plan.
Jiang Che, who’d eavesdropped on her inner monologue, nearly died laughing. This girl’s logic is something else.
But... nice try, kid.
With Ye Qing’s storage pouch now in his possession, Jiang Che had plenty of healing pills on hand.
So, darling... you might suffer for nothing.
As Jiang Che bantered with the girls, his phone rang.
Monkey.
"Young Master Jiang! That Ye Qing guy you had me monitor—guess what he just did? Unbelievable!"
Even through the phone, Jiang Che could sense Monkey’s shock.
And after hearing the story? Jiang Che was floored.
Then he almost choked laughing.
"He... he ripped off two Black dudes’ jewels in broad daylight? Seriously?"
"Dead serious, Young Master. No clue why, but Dragon Country’s got him on the wanted list now."
Jiang Che’s mind raced. He had a bold theory...
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
