Night.
The moment Qin Luo's fingers clasped the Weeping Ghost Mask, the moonlight suddenly twisted into spirals.
In the courtyard, the shadow of the parasol tree contorted wildly, transforming into countless black serpents that coiled around his body.
He raised his hand and pressed the mask against his face.
The instant it touched his skin, he heard the shrieks of malevolent spirits in his ears.
The shadows of the night coalesced, expanding his perception a hundredfold.
"Not enough yet."
With a soft laugh, he drove his fingertips into the mask's eye sockets. Shadow energy, like boiling pitch, gushed from his orifices.
The clouds in the night sky churned into a vortex.
Click!
The power grids of thirty cities surrounding Jiang City tripped simultaneously. Every electronic device erupted with static snow, and darkness, like a living thing, devoured the neon lights.
[Shadow Form: Full Release]
Black flames erupted from his fingers, incinerating his suit in an instant before the shadow energy reforged it into a flowing trench coat.
Dark golden patterns crawled up his fingertips as black shadow-fire flickered around him.
Crack!
The Weeping Ghost Mask suddenly split apart, revealing half of a sinister visage.
His left eye was a swirling black hole; his right eye burned with glacial ghostly flames.
Shadow energy and frost energy—Qin Luo had fused them together, along with the power from Su Muwan's bracelet.
And so.
One of the Shadow Sovereigns.
"Begin."
When Qin Luo spoke, his voice was no longer human—it resonated like ten thousand funeral bells tolling at once.
"Let the Flowers of Sin bloom across the world."
The ground trembled.
Qing'er knelt atop a television tower a kilometer away, her dark qipao fluttering wildly in the gale.
"As you command, my King."
She bit her tongue and spat a mist of blood. Thirty thousand shadow-forged deathbirds surged from beneath her skirt, each beak clutching spores of the Flowers of Sin.
The blood rained down like meteors upon the mortal world.
Swish!
In an instant.
A slumbering plague swept through the streets. The thirty cities fell into an eerie silence.
Office workers slumped over their keyboards, the boba pearls in their milk tea frozen into amber.
Gamers in internet cafes collapsed onto their mousepads, their in-game characters still casting skills as teammates spammed question marks in confusion.
Even stray cats rummaging through trash curled into balls, their whiskers glazed with frost.
Only dozens of golden beams pierced the haze of drowsiness.
Then—
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Vines of the Flowers of Sin erupted from the earth, growing at a terrifying pace. Wherever they spread, the ground split open in massive fissures. Asphalt roads tore apart like fragile paper, sending rubble flying.
Whoosh!
Qin Luo flickered into the sky.
He traced the cracks on his mask with a finger before releasing it—
A bone-chilling shadow coalesced into a hundred-meter-long scythe in his palm.
The blade reflected the skylines of thirty cities.
Swish!
He swung the colossal scythe, and the shadows of every district in those cities writhed to life, birthing countless shadow creatures.
A tidal wave of darkness surged overhead as tens of thousands of silhouettes rose from the earth.
Shadow Domain + the night's amplification.
At this moment, Qin Luo was an unstoppable force.
"ROAR!"
The Phantom Abyssal Dragon howled, its hundred-meter bone wings blotting out the moon.
Hummm!
One after another, shadow rifts tore open behind Qin Luo.
Every member of the Shadow Organization... had arrived.
"Everyone..."
"The cat-and-mouse game."
Qin Luo's voice dripped with mockery. "Begins now."
As his words faded—
Xiong Ha, Ning Duanlang (Nilin), Huiming (Zhizhu), Zhang Zhenren (Huanmeng), the Bloody Butcher (Blood Asura), Li Xuanfeng (Sword Ghost), Ling Yu (Thousand Illusions), and the rest of the group.
All dropped to one knee in midair, bowing as they chanted: "As you command, our King!"
A piercing black light seeped through the curtains.
"Mmm..."
Su Muwan, curled up in her warm bed, drowsily squinted at the window.
Her gaze landed on the black figure standing ten thousand meters in the sky.
Her toes curled beneath her pajamas. "Luo Luo... you’ll catch a cold dressed like that... snore..."
And she was asleep again.
...
Madness! This had to be madness!
Ouyang Xuan must still be dreaming!
Otherwise, how could he be seeing this?
Inside the Martial Arts Alliance’s [Special Monitoring Division],
Ouyang Xuan stared in disbelief at the sea of crimson dots flooding the screen.
[Warning! Warning!]
[Abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations detected in thirty cities surrounding Jiang City! Multiple unknown energy signatures confirmed—threat level: SSS+!]
[Civilian life signals in disarray—majority of population in unexplained comatose state!]
[Warning! Warning!]
[Anomalous shadow interference disrupting surveillance! Systems failing in 10 seconds!]
[10... 9... 8...]
Pop!
The screen went black.
Ouyang Xuan clenched his fists, pressing his palms against his face.
His eyes were wide with shock.
"What... what the hell is happening?"
This was beyond anything he could comprehend.
A subordinate, pale and trembling, stammered, "S-Sir... look at the screen..."
Ouyang Xuan lifted his head—
And froze.
Displayed across every monitor...
Was a single, weeping mask.
All surveillance data had vanished, replaced by that haunting image.
What in the— Wait!
Suddenly, Ouyang Xuan recalled something. He replayed the earlier footage in his mind.
The epicenter of the anomaly...
It was Jiang City.
He seized the realization and snapped at his subordinate, "How many cities were affected?"
"Uh... thirty—all encircling Jiang City..."
That settled it.
Ouyang Xuan rubbed his temples. This had to be another one of Qin Luo’s—or rather, that man’s—schemes.
Even if not directly, he was undoubtedly involved.
Just as the thought formed—
[Alliance Emergency Alert]
[Dispatch personnel to perimeter of affected cities]
[Do nothing. Just patrol outside.]
Qin Luo’s oddly casual voice echoed in Ouyang Xuan’s mind.
He exhaled sharply. Of course.
In that case...
"Activate an SSS-level alert!" he barked. "Send enforcers to maintain order at the scene!"
He had no choice but to play along with Qin Luo’s theatrics.
Though, really...
He couldn’t shake the feeling that he shouldn’t be enabling this.
...
Drip. Drip.
Bzzzt—!
The sound of water droplets and electrical static jolted Lin Jiu awake.
He blinked blearily at the flickering screen before him.
[God-Level Choice System]
This was the thing he’d obtained half a month ago—the key to his rise to greatness.
Make the right choices, reap the rewards.
For a while, he’d truly believed himself to be the protagonist of this world, its chosen one!
After a few selections, though he still lived in this abandoned building,
His bank account now held 100,000 yuan.
He even got acquainted with the young lady of a prominent family.
She even made plans with him to go to an internet cafe and play games together the next morning.
A young lady from a wealthy family actually enjoys gaming at an internet cafe...
Not only that, she even offered to drive him there in her luxury car...
At the time, he felt like the protagonist of a novel—everything seemed too surreal and perfect.
Every time the system presented him with choices, it always came with generous rewards.
But...
When he clearly saw the options on the panel in the middle of the night...
He froze.
What... is going on?
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."
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