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!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
