At the edge of the arena in Tianhai City, Chu Yu staggered to her feet, her disheveled hair covering half of her face.
Her eyes were hollow like an abyss, a bitter, self-mocking smile hanging at the corner of her lips.
Before she could even recover from the despair of having her cultivation shattered, a deep, rumbling roar suddenly erupted in her ears.
"BOOM—!!"
The sea beside the arena seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force, monstrous waves surging skyward without warning.
The water was no longer its usual azure but stained with an eerie crimson—as if soaked in blood or writhing with countless tiny red parasites.
Amid the churning waves, thick, viscous black mist coiled across the surface, emitting a pungent stench of decay.
The audience’s gaze snapped toward the sea in unison. The clamor that had been fixated on Chu Yu’s breakdown instantly turned to dead silence.
Then, a shrill scream shattered the stillness.
"What the hell is that?!"
"Why is the water like that?!"
The ice crystals on the arena hadn’t fully melted yet, but the air was already thick with a nauseating, metallic stench.
Some spectators covered their noses, others gaped at the sea in shock, and a few even leaped from their seats, pointing at the blood-red waves with sheer terror.
The live broadcast feed quickly cut to drones buzzing toward the sea, capturing an even more horrifying sight—
Dozens of twisted figures burst from the waves.
At the forefront was a man clad in shimmering blue scales—Lan Ming, the Second Prince of the Sea Clan.
One of his dragon horns was broken, his eye sockets embedded with squirming flesh buds, and his lips curled back to reveal jagged fangs in a grotesque, sinister grin.
Embedded in his chest was half the face of the East Sea Dragon King, twitching sporadically as if silently screaming.
Behind him were hundreds of Sea Clan soldiers—but they were no longer recognizable.
Their bodies had been corrupted by some unfathomable force. Shrimp soldiers had fleshy tendrils wriggling from their shell crevices.
Crab generals’ claws had warped into jagged bone spikes. Fish demons’ scales were riddled with festering boils oozing black-red sludge.
Their weapons were no longer ordinary blades but grotesque amalgamations of bone and rotting flesh, reeking of putrid decay.
"Chosen Ones…"
Lan Ming’s voice was low and rasping, as if forced from the depths of his throat. "Your scent… it makes my mouth water."
His gaze swept over the arena before locking onto Chu Yu.
At that moment, the chaotic aura of fate radiating from her stood out like a blazing torch in the darkness.
The crowd finally snapped out of their shock, panic erupting like a tidal wave.
"Sea Clan?! What the hell are these freaks?!"
"Run! Those things aren’t human!"
"Help! Someone help!"
Chaos erupted. People shoved toward the exits, some collapsed trembling in their seats, while others frantically filmed the scene, yelling, "I’ve never seen anything this messed up in my life!"
The live chat exploded, the screen flooded with text that nearly obscured the footage.
[What the hell is this?! A Sea Clan horror movie?!]
[Holy shit! Is that blood in the water?! Or something worse?!]
[These Sea Clan bastards look like zombies—disgusting!]
[Someone call the authorities! This is a live massacre!]
[@SuMuwan @QinMaster get your asses here! Monsters are invading!]
[Did nuclear waste mutate these freaks?!]
Lan Ming smirked coldly, his eyes flickering with disdain as they swept over the screaming crowd.
His soldiers let out a unified, guttural roar and lunged toward the spectators with unnatural speed, their movements stiff yet terrifyingly swift.
Tendrils and bone spikes lashed through the air like scythes harvesting lives.
"AH—!!"
A spectator near the front barely took two steps before a crab general’s bone spike impaled his shoulder, blood gushing out.
He collapsed with a scream, only to be dragged toward the sea, leaving a crimson trail behind.
"Reserve rations…"
Lan Ming licked his lips, his voice dripping with sick excitement. "Their lifeblood will make fine nourishment for Father King."
More Sea Clan soldiers surged forward, tendrils snatching fleeing victims, bone blades slicing through flesh.
Screams and wails filled the air as Tianhai City’s plaza descended into a living hell.
The chat spiraled into frenzy.
[Screw you, Sea Clan! Let them go!]
[You monsters! I hope you all rot!]
[This is a live slaughter—someone stop this!]
Just as the terror peaked, an icy aura erupted from the commentator’s booth.
"Enough noise."
Su Muwan rose slowly, her silver fox fur coat billowing without wind, her gaze so cold it could freeze the world.
In the next second, she flicked her wrist—a blast of glacial energy surged from her palm, forming an ice-blue barrier that shot toward the Sea Clan soldiers.
"BOOM—!!"
The light screen descended, instantly freezing dozens of sea tribe soldiers into ice sculptures, their flailing tentacles and bone spikes suspended mid-air.
The eerie black-red sludge was also encased in ice, emitting a series of sharp "crack-crack" shattering sounds.
Then, with a flick of Su Muwan's fingertip—
Boom!
The ice screen exploded violently, sending shards of ice shooting outward like a torrential storm, piercing every sea tribe soldier near the spectator stands.
"Aaargh—!"
A fish demon soldier had just lunged at a mother clutching her child, but before it could even open its jaws, an ice spike impaled it through the back of its skull. Its pustules burst, splattering foul black blood across the ground.
Another shrimp soldier's tentacle had just coiled around a young boy's leg when an ice blade whistled through the air, cleanly severing both the tentacle and its head. The corpse collapsed with a heavy thud.
The screams from the stands gradually died down as everyone stared dumbfounded at the ice-blue figure.
Su Muwan stepped off the commentator's platform, her skirt brushing the ground and leaving a trail of frost in its wake.
She stood at the edge of the arena, her back to a swirling blizzard of ice crystals, her presence like that of a Snow Queen descended upon the mortal world.
"Su… Su Muwan…"
A spectator murmured, forgetting even to wipe their tears.
"She's making her move! She's saving us!"
Another voice cried out, choked with emotion.
The barrage of comments instantly shifted from despair to frenzy.
"Holy crap! Su Muwan is insane!!"
"Queen, slay me! That was way too cool!"
"The Snow Queen is wrecking monsters live—I'm on my knees!"
"The sea tribe is nothing but trash in front of Su Muwan!"
But Su Muwan paid no attention to the chatter. Her gaze locked onto Lan Ming as she said coldly, "You think a bunch of lowly sea scum can run wild in front of me?"
Before the words even faded, her figure blurred into a streak of icy-blue light, charging straight at Lan Ming.
The sea tribe soldiers in her path didn’t even have time to react before the frigid aura around her froze them solid, their bodies crumbling like brittle statues at the slightest touch.
She raised her palm, summoning a roaring ice dragon that surged forth, its massive maw gaping wide to devour Lan Ming.
"Boom—!!"
The dragon collided with the sea, sending towering waves of ice dozens of feet high. The crimson seawater froze into grotesque blood-red ice, and the stench of rot in the air was smothered by the overwhelming cold.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
