The death of Sadokiel sent shockwaves through the entire base.
The leader of Heaven, one of the twelve SSS-ranked powerhouses bearing the title of Angel, had fallen!
This was a massive blow to the entire world of assassins.
Under the cold, silvery moonlight, a bald head gleamed as the light draped over it like a thin veil.
The man stood there like a war god, a black sword gripped firmly in his hand.
Mikawa Nako licked her fingers, her eyes filled with a sickly obsession.
This man wasn’t just charismatic—his strength was downright terrifying!
An Yi, holding the Dragonfang Demonic Sword, glanced at Mikawa Nako out of the corner of his eye, feeling a headache coming on.
He was almost certain his cover had been blown.
During his fight with Sadokiel, the techniques he’d displayed had nothing to do with the Ninja Alliance—absolutely nothing!
Now, how was he supposed to deal with this woman?
"Is Ito Jiro really that strong?" a killer couldn’t help but whisper.
Silence fell over the crowd.
Ito Jiro?
No, absolutely impossible!
No one believed that the utterly unremarkable bald man from Izumo could possess such overwhelming power.
Slaying the leader of Heaven single-handedly?
That was the pinnacle of combat prowess in the world!
The gunslinger Kevin smirked.
Then, he slammed his palm on the table, drawing everyone’s attention, before sweeping up all the cash spread across it.
"Since I was the only one who bet 2,000 on the Boss, all this money is mine!"
In an instant, the deathly silent hall erupted into chaos as the crowd went wild.
"Bullshit! You never bet on the Boss!"
"Fuck off! This is my money, mine!"
"Pin him down!"
"I propose we use this as the Raksha fund—for booze!"
"Go to hell, you didn’t even place a bet!"
Netherworld.
The scent of blood—thick, pungent—filled the grand hall.
"Ahhh!"
A one-legged, blood-soaked gatekeeper screamed as a halberd pierced his throat, its icy tip protruding from the other side.
With a flick, blood sprayed through the air.
The gatekeeper fell dead.
A tall man with short gray hair and a crimson cape stood at the forefront of the hall.
His cold, murderous eyes swept the room as he strode inside.
Behind him, a group of fighters clad in Netherworld’s distinctive uniforms filed in, lining up in formation.
"King Chujiang, this is the Lord’s territory. What is the meaning of this?"
An elderly man, gripping a staff, glared at the towering figure and demanded answers.
"Judicial Officer, are you truly ignorant, or are you feigning ignorance?"
King Chujiang stared at him coldly.
The Judicial Officer’s eyes dimmed.
The power struggle within Netherworld had been ongoing for years.
Ever since Lin Lan had seized the throne, King Chujiang had been the most vocal in his dissent.
Thus began over a decade of covert and overt conflict.
But he never imagined King Chujiang would actually resort to an open coup.
"King Chujiang, have you lost your mind?! These are troubled times—do you truly wish to destroy Netherworld?"
The Judicial Officer’s aged face was lined with wrinkles, his entire hand trembling with fury.
King Chujiang remained indifferent. "Lin Lan, a woman with no real power, has held the reins of Netherworld for years. Do you really think our people can tolerate this?"
"The Lord’s achievements speak for themselves! Time and again, she has turned the tide, guiding Netherworld to where it stands today. And now you question her worthiness?" the Judicial Officer roared.
A middle-aged man with a gaunt face and a crimson cape chuckled. "How amusing! A scheming woman has no right to rule. If King Chujiang were in charge, he’d undoubtedly surpass her."
The Judicial Officer’s expression darkened when he saw the crimson cape.
It was the mark of the Ten Yama Kings.
On the back of this man’s cape, two characters were embroidered: "Samsara."
One of the Ten Yama Kings—King Wheel-Turner!
Before the Judicial Officer could react, two more men in crimson capes appeared at the hall’s entrance, stepping forward with casual greetings.
"Judicial Officer, long time no see."
"King Songdi… King Biancheng…"
Horror flashed across the Judicial Officer’s face. "You… You have no right to bear the titles of the Ten Yama Kings of Great Xia! You disgrace five thousand years of our legacy!"
Four Yama Kings staging a coup—they had come prepared!
Gripping his staff, the Judicial Officer snarled, "As long as I live, I won’t let you pass—"
Slash!
A halberd swept horizontally, and a grizzled head tumbled to the ground, blood splattering.
The Judicial Officer’s body collapsed with a thud.
King Chujiang retracted his halberd, gazing at the grand, ancient-style palace. "Kill them all. Whoever captures Lin Lan will be richly rewarded!"
Netherworld fighters drew their blades and charged into the hall.
King Chujiang smirked, polishing the ring on his finger.
Ten years.
A decade of meticulous planning had led to this moment.
Finally, it was time to reap the rewards.
King Songdi grinned. "It hasn’t been easy, enduring that woman’s oppression for over ten years. But now, our time has come."
"Hah! I’ve been lusting after her for a decade. When we catch her, I get first dibs!" King Biancheng licked his lips with a cruel grin.
"Report!"
A Netherworld fighter rushed forward, voice trembling. "My lord… the main hall is… empty!"
"Empty?!"
King Chujiang’s eyes turned icy as he stared at the Judicial Officer’s severed head.
Lifting his foot, he stomped down.
Crunch.
The skull shattered, blood splashing.
"King Chujiang, this wasn’t part of the plan!" King Songdi’s gaze turned hostile.
He knew Lin Lan’s methods all too well. If they didn’t eradicate her completely, she would return with vengeance—and it would mean their doom.
The Ghost Marshals, Ghost Kings, and Netherworld’s elite forces were all under her command.
They had taken this risk only because King Chujiang had assured them of success.
Yet this was the outcome?!
"Lin Lan… you cunning witch."
King Chujiang’s eyes narrowed, his expression growing increasingly ruthless.
She had seen through his coup and orchestrated a silent retreat.
"King Chujiang, you owe us an explanation!" King Biancheng roared, his voice laced with fury—and fear of Lin Lan.
In an instant, the halberd reversed its swing!
King Biancheng’s pupils contracted as he leaped back, a gash splitting his cheek.
As a late-stage Void Realm expert, such a sneak attack wouldn’t kill him.
"What the hell are you doing, King Chujiang?!" King Songdi drew his twin tridents, glaring in outrage.
King Chujiang turned, his lips curling into a devilish smile.
"Call me… Michael."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
