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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
