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!'"
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."
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)
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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
