The next day.
In the abyssal depths of the ocean, the crystalline dome of the East Sea Dragon Palace was now overgrown with crimson tumors.
The pillars, once adorned with luminous pearls, were now encrusted with translucent egg sacs, within which humanoid figures twitched faintly.
At the center of the grand hall, the throne had been usurped by a fleshy mass ten meters in diameter—its surface writhing with hundreds of distorted human faces, each silently screaming, their purplish veins squirming beneath the skin like maggots.
Crunch, crunch—
The newly sprouted six arms of the grotesque sphere were shoving the corpses of sea demons into its gaping central maw.
Thick, viscous fluids oozed down the throne, pooling onto the jade floor and mingling with mountains of rotting fish and crustaceans.
Twenty clam-maidens knelt mechanically at the foot of the steps.
Their upper bodies retained the delicate forms of young maidens, but from the waist down, they had fused into crab-like limbs, using their pincers to tear apart seahorses and feed them to the ravenous sphere.
The sphere had shrunk considerably since its first appearance, yet its mutations had grown more grotesque—clearly evolving through its recent feasts.
Then—
"R-Report, Your Majesty!"
A one-eyed yaksha crawled into the hall, trembling, its third hand—sprouted from its dorsal fin—oozing pus and blood.
"The humans are holding a sect tournament in Tianhai City in three days! At least a hundred thousand will gather along the coast—"
"Shut up!"
Before it could finish, a face on the sphere’s surface—adorned with a thin mustache—screeched. A neighboring face, framed by twin buns, chimed in, "Humans can’t compare to fresh orca meat!"
But the elderly face above them, its forehead bulging with tumors, spasmed and muttered, "No... I smell the threads of fate burning..."
The moment those words left its lips—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The entire sphere convulsed violently. Every face opened its mouth at once, hundreds of voices—men, women, children—blending into a deafening roar that shattered the surrounding coral: "The Chosen One’s path is deviating! The Scavenger is coming!"
Squelch!
A newly grown arm smashed down onto the jade steps, flinging the mangled remains of a clam-maiden onto the yaksha’s face. "EAT!!! HUNGRY!! SO HUNGRY!!"
"My son! Where is my son?!"
The massive sphere’s gaping maw shrieked incessantly.
The next moment—
Gurgle…
A dark current stirred, swirling with foul-smelling bubbles as a figure clad in azure-scaled armor strode into the hall.
It was Lan Ming, the Second Prince of the Sea Clan—though now, one of his dragon horns was broken, and where his pupils should have been, two squirming flesh buds pulsed.
As he knelt before the sphere, a wet squelch echoed from his chest—embedded there was half of the East Sea Dragon King’s face.
"Father."
Lan Ming gazed adoringly at a face on the sphere that bore an uncanny resemblance to the Dragon King. "Third Brother and the others still doubt Your Majesty’s true form, but I—"
A tentacle slithered from the sphere, stroking his broken horn. The tip of the appendage split open, dripping a mucus that instantly regenerated the horn into a black, barbed bone blade.
Lan Ming shuddered with ecstasy, his scales flaring—unaware of the meaty tendrils creeping up his neck, rewriting his memories.
In his eyes, his father’s majestic form now radiated a divine golden light.
"My obedient child."
A kindly old man’s face surfaced on the sphere, even as its abdomen split open, vomiting forth a "trident" that dripped black blood.
The weapon was nothing more than three entwined intestines, topped with half of a still-beating fish heart.
Yet in Lan Ming’s vision, it was a sacred artifact of the sea, studded with luminous pearls.
Then—
A woman’s face purred, "Take my new toy to Tianhai City."
An elderly face cut in, "Bring me the Chosen One!"
A child’s face giggled like silver bells, "And let’s see what this so-called Scavenger is capable of! Heehee~~"
With that, a grinning child’s face peeled off the sphere—
Splat!
It slapped onto Lan Ming’s chest, morphing into the illusion of a gem-encrusted breastplate.
In reality, it was a rotting chunk of flesh gnawing at his heart-scale.
"This son swears to deliver the Chosen One’s heart to you!"
Lan Ming raised the grotesque trident high—and in an instant, black mist erupted from its prongs, engulfing every sea denizen in the hall.
By the time he marched out of the Dragon Palace, his legion of sea demons had transformed into monstrosities riddled with fish eyes.
The shells of shrimp soldiers and crab generals split open, spewing countless fleshy tendrils.
The East Sea... had fallen.
......
......
Primordial Holy Land.
Sunlight bathed the stone path along the cliffside as Chu Yu kicked aside a binding spirit chain.
Her snow-white robes were stained with blood—
Left behind three days ago, when twelve enforcers had joined forces to suppress her with a demon-slaying array.
Yes, once again, she’d been framed by that bitch Su Bailian and thrown into confinement.
But this time, she’d fought back—only to be crushed beneath the elders’ combined might.
And worst of all... the order had come from the sect master himself, her so-called "righteous father"!
As she walked, whispers from the disciples below reached her ears.
"Did you hear? Little Lian is said to be the reincarnation of Mu Xueyi—that prodigy from ten thousand years ago!"
"The Holy Maiden reborn? No wonder she summoned the Nine Heavens Phoenix phenomenon..."
"Nine Heavens Phoenix? Elder Gong said it was her spirit pet, Boqi, causing that commotion! Apparently, it ate too many spirit mushrooms and evolved into a divine-grade beast!"
"Now they’re saying she’s not Mu Xueyi’s reincarnation at all—she’s the Beast Taming God reborn!"
"Huh? How many versions of this story are there?"
"Who cares? Lian-Lian... my sweet Lian-Lian is just adorable..."
"?? Your Lian-Lian? She’s MINE!"
"Wanna fight, bastard?"
"Bring it on!"
BOOM!!!
Chu Yu froze mid-step, her face contorting as sword energy erupted from her fingertips, slicing through an entire grove of pines.
On the severed stumps, the bloody characters she’d carved three days ago were still visible—
"Su Bailian" had been scratched out over and over, until it morphed into "May the bitch die horribly."
"Mu Xueyi?"
She sneered, smashing a stump to splinters with her palm, her eyes brimming with venom.
If you’re Mu Xueyi’s reincarnation, I’ll eat shit!
This had to be another one of that slut’s underhanded schemes!
And these Primordial Holy Land disciples—what idiots! How could they believe her?
But...
"The sect tournament..."
She wiped the blood from her lips, her mouth twisting into a grin.
Just like the last life...
But this time...
I’ll make every single one of you regret it!
You all love Su Bailian so much?
Fine!
Let’s see how the Primordial Holy Land fares in this tournament WITHOUT ME!
Hatred seethed in her chest—she wanted to tear Su Bailian apart right this instant.
But—
No...
Just imagining the looks on their faces when she carried out her plan...
It made her...
"Heh... hehehehe!!"
"Just you wait!"
I’ll make sure you all regret ever siding with Su Bailian!
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."
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?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
