"Hey... you've got to be kidding me.
What the hell is going on here?"
"Who... are these people?"
The short-haired woman from the Black Raven Squad turned deathly pale, her voice barely squeezing through clenched teeth.
No way.
We were just preparing to drive out the intruders as a contingency in case the mission failed.
But...
What the hell is happening now?
We haven’t even made a move, and you... brought this many people?
Forget the two overwhelmingly powerful figures leading them.
What truly crushed her spirit was the sight behind them—a dense army of cultivators, stretching like a storm cloud across the sky, their numbers blotting out the horizon.
One squad member, using a combat scanner over his eye, stammered out an estimate.
"C-Captain..."
"There are at least ten thousand of them..."
"And... their combat power... every single one is comparable to an A-rank!"
"Not to mention the dozens of S-ranks among them!"
The Black Raven Squad members were utterly dumbfounded.
They had thought this S-rank territory expansion mission would be a breeze.
But now, it was clear they had underestimated everything.
Who were these people? Another squad?
Just as tension reached its peak—
"Huh, why is there such an ugly statue here?"
Qin Luo chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the Black Raven Squad before lingering on the distant obsidian raven statue.
Then, turning to Su Muwan, he smirked. "What do you think, Young Miss?"
Su Muwan understood immediately. She glanced at the statue and scoffed. "Yeah, it’s hideous."
The moment she spoke, her finger flicked upward slightly.
BOOM—!
A surge of frigid power erupted, and the Black Raven statue in the distance shattered into a storm of ice crystals.
On the golden leaderboard, the Black Raven Squad’s faith points plummeted by 5,000.
"You—!" The short-haired woman’s eyes bulged with rage, but her voice cut off abruptly.
Because Qin Luo had already taken a single step—vanishing and reappearing right in front of her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.
"Relax."
His smile was warm, but his voice sent chills down the spines of every Black Raven member.
"We of the Netherfrost Divine Domain always prefer to reason with virtue."
"Now, you have three choices—"
"One, scram."
"Two, die."
"Three, answer some questions."
The air seemed to freeze solid.
The Black Raven Squad stood paralyzed, their breaths shallow and strained.
Sweat beaded on the short-haired woman’s forehead as she stared into Qin Luo’s eyes—only to find an abyss of darkness staring back.
Finally, she realized—
They had messed with the wrong people.
Three options.
The second was out of the question.
Leaving wasn’t an option either—this territory had taken too much effort to secure.
So the only choice was...
"What... questions?" She chose the safest route.
At the same time, the oppressive pressure around them eased.
The Black Raven Squad gasped for air like drowning men granted a reprieve.
Qin Luo watched them, amused. "Smart choice."
"Then..."
"Start by telling us about this [Heaven’s Path Space] of yours."
Heaven’s Path... Space?!
The woman’s pupils trembled violently.
These people... weren’t from a Heaven’s Path squad?
But they knew about the Heaven’s Path Space?
Damn it...
She had to stall them.
Just as the thought crossed her mind—
"Ah, one more thing."
Qin Luo’s voice cut in again, slow and deliberate. "Tell us everything you know."
"And if I catch even a single lie..."
His smile remained, but his eyes turned glacial.
The woman scoffed inwardly.
—As if I’d spill everything.
—The rules of the Heaven’s Path Space aren’t for outsiders like you to understand.
—Worst case...
She steeled herself, but before she could act—
"Tch, seriously, don’t make your thoughts so obvious."
BUZZ—!
An invisible force descended.
The woman’s mind, memories, even her soul—
It all felt like it was being gripped by an unseen hand, forcibly rifled through.
"ARGHHH—!"
She collapsed to her knees, her eyes glazing over as her memories poured into Qin Luo’s consciousness.
The Heaven’s Path Space operated much like a "Main God’s Space."
Periodic missions were issued—fail, and you were erased.
Mission ranks: D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS.
The Black Raven Squad’s current mission was S-rank—[Release the Insectoid Deity sealed in the Primal Era and retrieve it.]
Squads could plunder each other’s resources, even hunt members.
The Black Ravens were infamous for preying on weaker teams.
Completing missions earned points for trading—techniques, weapons, even reviving teammates.
Fail, and points were deducted. Reach zero... instant erasure.
But... someone seemed to be pulling strings behind the scenes.
Forcing squads to slaughter each other, pitting them in a survival-of-the-fittest game.
Every mission matched squads of similar strength against each other.
This woman was an A+ rank, a sub-captain of the Black Ravens.
After digesting the intel, Qin Luo mused.
"I see..."
Withdrawing his hand, he glanced at the Black Raven members, lips curling.
"Do you want to live?"
The woman’s eyes were hollow, her mind still reeling from the forced memory extraction.
The others shuddered, terror in their gazes.
What kind of monster was this guy?!
Without hesitation—
They dropped to their knees.
"W-We want to live!"
Qin Luo smiled. "Then repeat after me..."
"I swear! Eternal loyalty to Young Miss Su Muwan!"
...
The Black Raven Squad was vast in number, each member formidable enough to stand alone in past missions.
This S-rank mission, unsurprisingly, had them spread out.
In a pocket dimension—
The Black Raven’s supreme commander, codenamed "Night Owl," sat in a makeshift command tent.
His fingers tapped rhythmically against a metal desk.
Tall and imposing, his face was carved with a vicious scar over his left eye—a souvenir from an S-rank mission long past.
"Report!"
A subordinate rushed in, tense. "Third Squad just re-established contact."
Night Owl’s fingers froze mid-tap. His gaze sharpened. "Re-established? How long were they offline?"
"About half an hour."
The subordinate bowed. "Before losing signal, they sent a distress call. Now they’re saying the threat’s neutralized and requesting further orders."
Night Owl’s scar twisted under the dim light. "Half an hour of dead silence..."
He rose slowly. "Who leads Third Squad?"
"Cold Crow. Specializes in stealth and assassination. Three solo A-rank mission clears."
Night Owl smirked. "Cold Crow... I remember her. Never reckless. Always cautious."
He paced to the holographic sand table at the center of the tent, lightly tapping his fingertips to pull up the last known coordinates of the third squad.
"Half an hour—from losing contact to restoring the signal..."
Night Owl's voice was low and dangerous: "Who can guarantee nothing went wrong during that time..."
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
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
invincible power, Gu Changge transmigrates into a fantasy world, bound to a sign-in system that grants him cultivation rewards and various peerless treasures daily. While others struggle desperately to break through their cultivation realms, he has long since reached the pinnacle of the Great Dao, becoming a reclusive Emperor whose true strength even he himself cannot fathom. Originally planning to lie low and retire peacefully on Purple Bamboo Peak, the system suddenly issues a new task — take on disciples. With no other choice, Gu Changge casually picks up a few disciples: The eldest disciple, born with a War God Constitution, is thrown a copy of "War God Stratagems" by him, and ends up conquering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, becoming a peerless War God who sweeps across the cosmos. The second disciple, possessing a Chaos Sword Body, can break all techniques with a single sword, his swordsmanship unmatched throughout history. He points his sword at the heavens: "My master said, the sword and the man stand together. If the sword perishes... my master will give me another one." The third disciple, a reborn Empress who returns to her throne, her elegance and grace overshadowing all beings. And without anyone noticing, his own sect, the Qingxuan Sect, has become the number one sect on the continent. Looking at these unbelievably formidable disciples, Gu Changge, holding the "Primordial Purple Qi" he just signed in for, falls into deep thought: — Wasn't this supposed to be a peaceful retirement? How did I become the ultimate master?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
