The Imperial Capital.
An Yi lay leisurely on a hammock, swaying back and forth while chatting with Shangguan Qianqian.
YiShengSuoAi: [How’s it going now?]
OnePointEightOneHandsomeBoy: [As you wished, everything’s been arranged.]
Even An Yi had to admit—Shangguan Qianqian’s methods were downright devious!
His original plan had been to infiltrate and manipulate the united assassins, using them as pawns in a game of pitting enemies against each other.
But after sharing the idea with Shangguan Qianqian, she immediately refined the entire process—coming up with everything from the organization’s name to optimized task assignments and even a point-based reward system.
No wonder she was qualified to serve as the deputy leader of the Asura Sect, overseeing internal affairs.
These meticulous details? Neither he nor the rough-and-tumble Lin Chen would’ve ever paid attention to them.
YiShengSuoAi: [Actually, most of these people are freelance assassins. Have you considered turning them into a branch of the Asura Sect?]
Reading this, An Yi fell into thought.
He had considered it—but the problem was, he was An Yi, the leader of the Asura Sect.
Ito Jiro was just a disguise.
If his true identity were exposed, trying to recruit assassins who were after his head would be nothing short of delusional.
OnePointEightOneHandsomeBoy: [Let’s discuss this another time.]
YiShengSuoAi: [It’s not impossible. They’re all here for the Heaven Organization’s serum—they have almost no loyalty to Heaven itself.]
An Yi pondered this.
True. If they were truly loyal to the Heaven Organization, they would’ve joined long ago.
It was precisely because they refused to submit to Heaven’s strict control that they remained free agents.
And as for the serum…
Honestly, he still had ten unused vials in his possession!
YiShengSuoAi: [Also, I’ve obtained incomplete intel—the eleven leaders of the Heaven Organization don’t have the complete version of the serum. The real, perfected formula is in Nie Chengwen’s hands!]
An Yi’s eyelids twitched violently.
Holy shit!
The complete serum!
His gaze drifted thoughtfully toward his storage space—where ten vials sat undisturbed.
OnePointEightOneHandsomeBoy: [So, the Heaven Organization’s claim about the perfected serum is just a front?]
YiShengSuoAi: [Most likely. Rumor has it the complete serum can break human limits, allowing one to ascend to a new realm.
But so far, the serums Heaven has developed, while effective in enhancement, haven’t achieved that effect.]
Hearing this, An Yi stroked his chin.
These people were all here for the serum.
If the Heaven Organization was truly deceiving them… recruitment might actually be possible.
This group had gathered the world’s top assassins—a formidable force.
Letting them go to waste would be a shame.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, a faint smirk curled on An Yi’s lips.
Just then, a voluptuous figure lunged at him from behind.
An Yi snapped to alertness, leaping up and dodging just in time.
Behind him, Mikawa Nako missed her target but remained unbothered, flashing him a smile.
"Ito-kun, any leads on An Yi’s whereabouts?"
An Yi discreetly pocketed his phone and replied solemnly, "It’s too difficult. That guy’s so handsome—I thought he’d be easy to find. But in this vast sea of people? No trace at all."
Mikawa Nako twirled a strand of hair around her finger, grinning. "Maybe he’s assumed another identity, living as someone else. What do you think, Ito-kun?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow. Why did it feel like there was a hidden meaning in her words?
Ahem. "There were four assassins lying in ambush outside the base…
I took care of them."
Mikawa Nako’s seductive smile deepened as she held up a bloodstained katana.
An Yi’s expression shifted slightly.
This woman… was no pushover.
She might even be stronger than the bearded man!
"So, Ito-kun… what should we do next?"
Mikawa Nako’s gaze grew increasingly alluring, her tone dripping with temptation.
An Yi took a step back.
Sure, she resembled a certain sensei, but she wasn’t even a 9/10—she had no right to harass him!
"Before, Ikeda-kun used to keep me company through the long nights… but now that you’ve killed him, how am I supposed to cope?"
Mikawa Nako spoke with eerie calm, her tone disturbingly casual for someone discussing her recently deceased fiancé.
Cold sweat beaded on An Yi’s bald head.
What the hell?!
Even disguised like this, he still attracted women?!
"Do you two need some time alone?"
A middle-aged man with graying temples interjected.
An Yi spun around, narrowing his eyes at the sudden arrival.
The pressure radiating from this man was intense.
The man held up three fingers. "Three minutes—will that be enough?"
An Yi: "..."
Three minutes?!
"You’re dead.
Not even Jesus can save you—I said it."
Beside him, Mikawa Nako’s seductive demeanor turned icy as she growled, "Lord Sathariel…"
Sathariel grinned. "Not bad. You recognize me."
An Yi’s eyes sharpened.
He knew this man.
One of the twelve leaders of the Heaven Organization!
An SSS-rank assassin—Sathariel!
Since he was up against Heaven, he’d naturally memorized the names of its twelve leaders.
Each took the name of an angel as their codename—a hereditary title. Whenever a leader died, the remaining eleven would vote to elect a successor.
As a result, their individual strengths varied wildly.
This "Sathariel" guy, despite his aged appearance, exuded overwhelming pressure—clearly stronger than Gabriel!
An Yi remained composed. "May I ask why the esteemed Lord Samoyed has traveled all the way to Daxia? Any advice for us?"
Sathariel’s voice turned frigid. "Ito Jiro. You’ve got nerve, openly provoking the Heaven Organization."
"Lord Corgi, that’s a bit unfair."
An Yi stood his ground. "We’re all here for the bounties on Asura Sect members. Competition is inevitable—most of these assassins have no ties to Heaven. Are you saying you’ll interfere in that too?"
Sathariel sneered. "Forming your own faction, eliminating rivals, slaughtering other assassins—is that not a challenge to Heaven?"
"Lord Labrador, if you’re going to slander me like this, I will get angry. This is an insult to my noble character!"
An Yi unsheathed a massive zanbato—the signature weapon of the bearded Ito Jiro. Since he was impersonating the man, he had to commit to the role.
Luckily, the memories of the bearded man’s swordsmanship techniques were still intact.
"No amount of smooth talk will save you. I’m here for one thing—your death."
Sathariel drew a Mongolian cavalry saber, its gleaming edge radiating a chilling aura.
An Yi bared his teeth, gripping the zanbato as a sinister grin spread across his face.
"Old man… Welcome to Daxia!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
