[Jiang Zixuan]
[Destiny Level: T1]
[Rating: Class A]
[Innate Talent: Inherent Efficiency (When teaching skills, the recipient learns twice as fast with half the effort)]
[Return on Investment: 1000%]
Qin Luo looked meaningfully at Jiang Zixuan, who lay on the ground with a bitter smile, and slightly curved his lips: "Yes, it's me."
"Hehe."
"Are you here to mock me?"
Jiang Zixuan laughed bitterly.
He understood that this person had destroyed his face, and he also knew it was him who caused his little sister Xueqi to endure such humiliation.
But for some reason...
Seeing him again now, Jiang Zixuan felt an inexplicable sense of being in a different world.
He had no desire to explain, nor did he have the strength to stop Qin Luo like before.
Now, he... was no longer the once-proud Tiger Marshal.
They say heroes fade, but he never expected his decline would come so quickly.
In less than half a month since his return, he had fallen from Tiger Marshal to being known as the Insect Commander.
Why did all this happen?
And what... should he do next?
Meanwhile, Qin Luo, looking at Jiang Zixuan's lost gaze, couldn't help but mock: "Jiang Zixuan, do you think I'm that free? Coming here just to laugh at you?"
"Then you..."
"Heh, I was just passing by, but... what I just saw was quite interesting."
"It seems your dear sister Xueqi has come to hate you."
Hearing this.
Jiang Zixuan pressed his lips together, his eyes flickering with complex emotions.
He didn't want to explain, only taking a deep breath before slowly saying: "What exactly do you want to say?"
At this.
[Rumors!] Activated!
"What I want to say is..."
Qin Luo's lips curved into a smile as he... manipulated: "Don't you feel... resentful?"
"Resentful..."
"That's right, why did you become like this?"
"Because of me? Or because of my young mistress? No, no, no, neither!"
"The only reason you've become like this is precisely because of that poisonous woman Jiang Xueqi!"
As these words fell.
Jiang Zixuan's expression jolted, and he looked at Qin Luo in disbelief: "You're saying... because of Jiang Xueqi??"
"Why?"
Qin Luo shook his head helplessly, his eyes showing a hint of pity for Jiang Zixuan as he said: "Oh, Jiang Zixuan, I truly feel sorry for you."
"Are you still so blind even now?"
"Haven't you realized? You got involved with my young mistress because of Jiang Xueqi."
"If it weren't for Jiang Xueqi, you'd still be that spirited Tiger Marshal, you could still participate in the International Warrior Corps Selection Tournament."
"But now? Look at yourself. Forget about participating in the tournament, you might not even be able to keep your position as Tiger Marshal."
"Look at Jiang Xueqi, what has she lost? Nothing."
"She lost you as her Brother Zixuan, but she still has Brother Tianlin, Brother Yong, and even Brother Divine Doctor."
"Didn't the Divine Doctor check your face? Didn't he say it couldn't be treated? Heh, that's all because Jiang Xueqi wouldn't let him heal you."
"After all, think about it - what illness can't the Divine Doctor cure?"
!!!
Hearing this, Jiang Zixuan's pupils contracted, and even his breathing became increasingly difficult.
Divine Doctor?! Jiang Xueqi said not to treat him?!
Indeed, how could someone like the Divine Doctor be unable to heal his face?
So... all this was deliberately caused by Jiang Xueqi's interference behind the scenes?
"Jiang Zixuan, haven't you noticed how long you've been lying here, and your dear Xueqi still hasn't come to check on you?"
"She's happily chatting with other brothers."
"While you, you can only lie here like an abandoned clown, cherishing those brief childhood memories with Jiang Xueqi."
"Jiang Zixuan, wake up, are you... content to remain like this?"
As Qin Luo's voice fell.
Thump!!
Jiang Zixuan's heart began beating faster and faster.
His expression kept twitching, his pupils constantly trembling.
Xueqi... Jiang Xueqi... with other brothers...
Yes... why... why should I do this?
None of this was my fault, it was Jiang Xueqi who slapped me and shattered my warrior's spirit.
But why... did I become the villain?
Why....
Seeing this, Qin Luo extended an olive branch, manipulating: "Jiang Zixuan, abandon your identity as Tiger Marshal, abandon your role as Jiang Xueqi's protector."
"You should... follow someone more worthy."
"Or... have you truly given up on the International Warrior Corps Selection Tournament?"
"Don't you want to... give all these people who look down on you... a resounding slap in the face?"
Qin Luo's words lingered in Jiang Zixuan's ears like an ancient god's whispers.
But no, Jiang Zixuan's heart kept rejecting, kept resisting.
His expression twisted and contorted.
I am little sister Xueqi's guardian deity, I can't listen to the enemy's words!
I can't...
However.
The next moment.
A sharp voice pierced through Jiang Zixuan's mind.
"Jiang Zixuan!!! What are you doing?! Why are you talking with Su Muwan's lackey!"
"You! You've really disappointed me!!"
Eh...
Hearing this voice.
Jiang Zixuan turned his head numbly to see Jiang Xueqi standing at the company entrance, her face written with disappointment.
She pressed her lips together, her eyes red.
Beside her, Jiang Tianlin kept consoling: "Sister Xueqi, don't be sad, let Brother Tianlin teach them a lesson."
Jiang Xueqi wiped her tears, looking at Jiang Zixuan who was lying on the ground chatting enthusiastically with Qin Luo, feeling utterly disappointed.
She choked: "Jiang Zixuan, I was wrong about you."
She had originally wanted to give Brother Zixuan a chance, but... as soon as she came... she saw Jiang Zixuan chatting with Qin Luo.
So... Brother Zixuan wanted to bring Su Muwan's people to bully her again?
Jiang Zixuan, I will never forgive you, never!
Thump! Thump!!
Jiang Zixuan stared blankly at Jiang Xueqi who was showing him a look of disgust.
His heart was beating at a terrifying rate.
Why... why would little sister Xueqi show me such a disappointed expression?
Shouldn't I... be the disappointed one?
Who slapped my face and destroyed my warrior's spirit?
Who said she would marry me but also said she would marry other brothers?
Who... here... blamed everything on me?
Ah...
I understand everything now...
Jiang Zixuan, do you really want to protect this kind of little sister Xueqi?
Or... show your strength and bid farewell to the past?
What is your future, what is your dream?
Previously you had two dreams, one was to protect Jiang Xueqi.
And the other... wasn't it... to win the title of King of Warriors?
International Warrior Corps Selection Tournament... International Warrior Corps Selection Tournament...
Jiang Zixuan's mind suddenly became crystal clear.
Lying on the ground, green tears of blood welled up in his eyes.
It was as if he was making a final farewell to his former self.
His fingers dug deeply into the ground.
Then.
Jiang Zixuan turned his head to look at Qin Luo, choking out loudly: "Help me... Qin Luo..."
"I want to... participate in the International Warrior Corps Selection Tournament!!!"
As these words fell.
Heh.
Qin Luo's lips couldn't help but curve upward, he slightly raised his hand, a silver needle appearing in it.
He looked at Jiang Zixuan on the ground and chuckled: "Then..."
He paused, looking pleasantly at Jiang Xueqi and Jiang Tianlin at the entrance: "Show your loyalty."
Swoosh!
The silver needle fell.
Boom!
A powerful wave of energy instantly surged from Jiang Zixuan's body.
Boom boom boom!!!
Under everyone's shocked gazes.
Jiang Zixuan, who had been like a pile of broken flesh, actually... slowly stood up riding the energy wave!
His gaze rekindled with confidence, then he looked coldly at the shocked Jiang Tianlin and Jiang Xueqi, saying coldly: "Yes, Brother Luo."
Jiang Zixuan's corruption level: 100%!
[Congratulations, Master has recruited an A-rank member!]
[Currently 3 members have been recruited! Received one Foundation System upgrade!]
...
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Inside the Su family villa.
Su Muwan lay sprawled on the couch, clicking away at her red and blue gaming console.
She checked the time, feeling somewhat bored.
Qin Luo had been gone for a long while again, helping people in need. Without Qin Luo around, it was really boring~~
Next time, she might as well tag along and see what it's like!
She wanted to see exactly who Qin Luo was helping!
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."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
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?"
