The halberd swung down!
Three heads rolled to the ground.
King Chujiang—or rather, Michael—slowly retracted his weapon.
Though he had just slain three of the Underworld’s great hall masters in a single stroke, there was not a trace of joy in Michael’s eyes.
He had been outplayed by that woman. Or perhaps, his identity as Michael, the supreme leader of Heaven’s twelve SSS-ranked assassins, had already been exposed to her.
Interesting. So King Qinguang, who had always been at odds with Lin Lan, was actually her subordinate all along.
A cold smile curled at Michael’s lips as realization dawned on him.
King Qinguang, the first of the Ten Kings of the Underworld, had always been loyal to the Underworld’s ruler!
Their so-called disagreements? Nothing but an act!
Instead, he had unwittingly become Lin Lan’s pawn, used to eliminate three of the Underworld’s most treacherous traitors with his own hands!
What a masterstroke. What a brilliant move!
Michael sighed and shook his head, his expression darkening further.
Despite all his scheming, he had still fallen into Lin Lan’s trap.
Just how meticulous was this seemingly defenseless woman’s mind?
"Lord Michael, what should we do next?" a warrior stepped forward and asked.
Michael massaged his temples, grimacing. "Let’s go."
The taste of being outmaneuvered was truly bitter.
This debt—he would repay it in full!
"Report! The city gates have been sealed!" another warrior shouted.
"Sealed?"
Michael’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of unease passing through them.
Then, the acrid scent of gunpowder filled the air.
His pupils dilated with fury.
Spiritfire explosives!
The entire place was rigged with them!
Their destructive power could gravely injure even warriors. Knowing Lin Lan, she had likely planted them throughout the entire city.
This woman had set this trap from the very beginning!
"All forces, listen! Break through the gates! Evacuate immediately!" Michael roared, his eyes bloodshot.
Would all his efforts today be reduced to ashes?!
He refused to accept it!
Just then, a swirling portal materialized on the wall.
A middle-aged man in a refined hat appeared before Michael, smiling amiably.
"Long time no see, Lord Michael—the first leader of Heaven’s organization of Asian descent!"
Michael’s gaze turned icy as he stared at the unexpected visitor. "Mo Gu?"
Mo Gu, a renowned high-ranking officer of the Law Enforcement Bureau.
He recognized this man for another reason—he knew his other title.
The leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, the foremost of the Eight Immortals—Immortal Gu!
Immortal Gu gestured invitingly, his smile unwavering. "The entire hall has been locked down by Lin Lan, but you can escape through here!"
Michael glared at the dark, swirling portal before stepping through without hesitation.
He had no other choice.
On an island in the middle of the ocean.
In the courtyard of a villa.
Lin Lan, draped in a silk robe, sipped from a glass of red wine, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the glass.
If all went according to plan, the timing should be just about right.
Her gaze turned cold as she looked up at the sky.
"Mom, I’ve got news about Brother!" Qin Yao called out, leaning out the window.
Lin Lan’s icy demeanor melted into a gentle smile. "What is it?"
"The Righteous Faction has been conquered!" Qin Yao exclaimed, carrying her laptop outside and scrolling through the updates. "Who knew that poker-faced guy could be so strong!"
"Don’t call him that. He’s your brother," Lin Lan chided lightly, tapping Qin Yao’s forehead affectionately.
The news displayed on the screen declared Lin Chen’s new title—the God of Death.
Lin Lan’s gaze lingered on his stern face, lost in thought.
It had been so long since she’d last seen him.
"Who would’ve thought… the Asura Sect from back then has grown into a force capable of shaping the world. I can’t afford to fall behind," Qin Yao murmured, her eyes dimming slightly.
She still remembered the boy who once dominated the basketball court, drenched in sweat.
Who could’ve imagined that, in such a short time, he would rise to such terrifying heights?
Now, she could only watch from afar as their figures grew more distant.
She wanted to be useful, but she didn’t know how to help them.
No matter how hard she tried, the gap between them only widened.
Lin Lan studied Qin Yao’s expression, hesitating.
For some reason, she saw a reflection of her younger self in her daughter.
Though naive and kind-hearted, Qin Yao was sharp-witted and tenacious—just like she had been.
A bold idea surfaced in Lin Lan’s mind.
From the beginning, she had groomed Lin Chen as her successor.
But she knew his temperament made him unsuitable.
His burning hatred for the Underworld meant his first act as ruler would likely be its destruction.
And now that Lin Chen had become the Asura Sect’s second-in-command, he could never inherit the throne.
She would never allow the mighty Underworld to become a vassal of another organization.
"Yao Yao, have you thought about your future?" Lin Lan asked softly.
Qin Yao pondered for a moment before shaking her head. "No."
"Then… have you ever considered inheriting the position of Underworld ruler?"
Lin Lan’s question struck Qin Yao like a bolt of lightning, leaving her frozen in shock.
Meanwhile, in the capital.
An Yi lounged in a hammock, secretly watching an educational video.
One benefit of absorbing the bearded man’s memories was that he could now understand the language of the Cloud Country!
The instructors’ words no longer required subtitles—everything made perfect sense.
Even the plotlines had become engaging.
The usually chaotic base was eerily quiet today.
An Yi tugged off his headphones, unnerved. "Why are you all staring at me? Get back to whatever you were doing!"
This was a den of lawless assassins.
Normally, the place was a madhouse—louder and rowdier than a marketplace.
Drinking, brawling, smoking—it was a scene of utter pandemonium.
But today, everyone was on their best behavior.
Not even a single whispered insult about his bald head.
It was unsettling.
"Boss, that actress you’re watching—she’s a friend of mine. Want me to introduce you?" Mikawa Nako asked, massaging An Yi’s shoulders as she glanced at the screen.
"Seriously?!" An Yi blurted out.
This was one of his favorite instructors!
Ahem. "No need. I’m just studying the Cloud Country’s traditional culture. Not interested in meeting anyone in person," he declared righteously.
"Boss, want some wine? I’ve got a vintage bottle!"
"Boss, check out this gun—it’s been passed down in my family since we killed pirates!"
"Boss, my glutes are legendary. Everyone says so—"
Suddenly, everyone was clamoring to please him.
An Yi was baffled. What the hell had gotten into these idiots today?
Click.
The base doors swung open.
Kim Jung-ho staggered in, covered in blood.
"You’re back!" An Yi grinned. This guy, nicknamed the Golden Leopard, had taken down the most assassins.
A true MVP.
"Boss, Kim Jung-ho has eliminated 29 assassins," he announced proudly.
Then, he pulled out a few comic magazines from his coat. "And here’s a little something from home—Secret Lessons, My Stepmom’s Friends, The Pretty Noona—uncensored editions! A humble gift for you, Boss!"
An Yi: "…"
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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)
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."
