The Great Xia Nation, Hong Kong Island.
A T-shaped baton swept out with devastating force!
A raging gale erupted, whipping up a cyan tornado that engulfed the entire area.
The ground couldn’t withstand the pressure, cracking under the sheer force.
CRACK!
Buildings shattered, walls collapsing in all directions.
"Move!"
Lin Chen strode forward, gripping his baton.
His cold eyes gleamed like those of a demon from the underworld, chilling to the bone.
Behind him, Bai Xiu lazily twirled his spear, stifling a yawn.
Though his demeanor remained indifferent, the bloodstains on his spear cast an eerie aura of menace around him.
BOOM!
Qin Shan swung his massive hammer, smashing through a wall.
Dust billowed into the air!
Inside, a slick-haired man in a suit lounged on a sofa, puffing leisurely on a cigar.
He looked up at Lin Chen, unshaken, flashing a gold-toothed grin. "Heh, as expected of the man they call the Grim Reaper. In just a month, you’ve swept through Hong Kong Island!"
Lin Chen stared coldly at him, raising his baton. "Submit or die."
The slick-haired man, Wang Yi, stood up, surveying the ruins around him. "I, Wang Yi, started hustling in Hong Kong at fourteen. The lives I’ve taken with my gun? Too many to count."
He chuckled bitterly. "Thirty years… Thirty damn years of struggle, and this is how it ends."
Wang Yi met Lin Chen’s gaze, grinning. "Brains, skill, power—I’m curious. What kind of man commands your loyalty?"
Lin Chen replied flatly, "What’s your point?"
"What, no last words for a dying man?" Wang Yi laughed hoarsely.
He raised his gun to his temple. "I’ve sinned too much to deserve mercy. But I ask this—spare my brothers in the Righteous Faction."
"I promise," Lin Chen said solemnly.
"Hey, Lin—" Bai Xiu’s eyes narrowed slightly in question.
"I’m in charge here," Lin Chen stated firmly.
"The Grim Reaper’s word is ironclad. That’s enough for me."
Wang Yi grinned, pulling the trigger. "But my life? I take it myself!"
BANG!
A gunshot echoed.
The bullet tore through Wang Yi’s skull, blood spraying.
Wang Yi, leader of the Righteous Faction, was dead.
A cold wind howled across the wasteland.
Lin Chen stood atop the rubble, his black coat flapping violently in the gale.
"Report! Over three hundred members of the Righteous Faction have surrendered to the Asura Sect!"
A woman in a black suit, her expression icy, stepped forward.
Lin Chen nodded. "Absorb them. Rose, handle it."
Rose bowed. "Understood, Lord Grim Reaper."
Bai Xiu leaned on his spear, his usual deadpan expression cracking into a smirk. "Heh, job’s done."
Not far away—
Gene the Mechanical Hand took a swig from his flask, observing from a distance.
The other assassins exchanged uneasy glances.
One muttered, "We’ve hit a wall. Lin Chen, the Grim Reaper, once took down Gabriel single-handedly."
"No," Gene corrected, shaking his empty flask. "He’s even stronger now."
A rat-faced assassin grinned. "Boss Gene, between you and Gabriel, who’s stronger?"
Both were legendary half-mechanical assassins, their rivalry the stuff of debate.
Gene smirked. "Before the serum? Seven-to-three, my favor. After? Fifty-fifty."
The assassins gaped.
Gene never boasted.
If he said he could match Gabriel post-serum, he meant it.
Yet Gene’s gaze darkened as he watched Lin Chen. "But against him? I’d die."
The others stiffened.
The Grim Reaper had grown even more terrifying?
A goggle-wearing assassin sighed. "This group’s a nightmare."
"Lin Chen, Bai Xiu—both monsters. Even their subordinates, Qin Shan and Liu Dachao, are forces to reckon with."
"Worse, they’ve absorbed Hong Kong’s factions. Over a thousand strong now, with Void Realm fighters among them."
"Like Rose—former leader of the Rose Syndicate. Now Lin Chen’s right hand."
Some assassins had tried targeting them.
Most were dead before they could strike.
With Hong Kong’s gangs eager to prove loyalty to the Asura Sect, any assassin who stirred trouble was swiftly crushed.
Gene’s team hadn’t even scored a kill.
"Damn it, this place is hell," one assassin grumbled.
They weren’t just failing—they were constantly dodging Lin Chen’s radar, praying they wouldn’t be next.
The shifty-eyed assassin growled in frustration, "Ito Jiro, the new boss, is one ruthless bastard!"
Not long ago, the Rakshasa Organization was officially established.
As its leader, Ito Jiro laid out a point-based system.
Based on the distribution of the Asura Gate's members, he divided the targets into four groups.
The Capital Group’s targets were only Xiao Ye, Ziyue, and a few members of the Tang family connected to the Asura Gate.
Thus, fewer operatives were assigned, led by Kevin, a marksman with strength comparable to the Void Realm.
The Jiangbei Group’s targets were Long, Hu, Lan Ruoxi, and Wang Yuan, hunted under the leadership of Kim Jung-ho.
The Yunzhou Group’s targets were Shangguan Qianqian, Mo Jiu, and Xiao Yike, led by the poison master, Bob.
The Hong Kong Group’s targets were Lin Chen, Bai Xiu, and Qin Shan, led by the mechanical-handed Gene.
The assignments were decided by drawing lots.
Gene ended up with the toughest group to crack.
"Damn it, we haven’t even spotted a single assassin. Our points are the lowest—we’re definitely gonna be at the bottom," one assassin sighed.
Under Rakshasa’s point system, the assassins already eliminated had been tallied.
Kim Jung-ho’s Jiangbei Group was racking up points effortlessly.
The shifty-eyed assassin mused, "Speaking of which, our boss said he’d personally capture An Yi, the leader of the Asura Gate. But An Yi’s vanished without a trace. Can he even find him?"
Hearing this, Gene cracked open a beer can with one hand, took a sip, and smirked mysteriously. "That depends on whether he’s willing to look."
"What do you mean?"
The assassins exchanged confused glances.
Gene grinned and said, "As the old saying goes in Xia: 'Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed!'"
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...
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!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
