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: "…"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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."
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?"
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)
