A proper assassin, reading this kind of thing? Disgusting!
An Yi swept his gaze over the crowd and said solemnly, "Alright, speak up. What’s wrong with all of you today?"
"Nothing much. We just think you, Boss, have been working too hard managing the Rakshasa Organization, handling endless responsibilities."
Mikawa Nako massaged An Yi’s shoulders, her lips curling into a bewitching smile.
An Yi nodded, finding the reasoning sound, and quietly closed the tutorial video before climbing out of his hammock.
People always think being the Boss is easy.
But knowing how to delegate tasks to subordinates—that’s a true test of vision, patience, courage, and wisdom. It takes real effort!
Of course, what An Yi didn’t know was that his battle with Sadochiel had been broadcast live to every assassin in the base.
Single-handedly slaying one of the Twelve Heavenly Leaders? None of them dared question him now.
After all, the Twelve Heavenly Leaders were the pinnacle of the assassin world, figures revered as gods.
An Yi stepped down from the hammock and silently activated his "Cloud-Touching Hand."
In the blink of an eye, three comic magazines on the table vanished before everyone’s eyes.
Patting Kim Jung-ho’s shoulder, An Yi gave an approving look and said in Japanese, "Good! Your performance—very, very good!"
Kim Jung-ho smirked arrogantly and replied nonchalantly, "Just killed 29 assassins. No big deal."
"Damn, you took out 29?!"
An Yi exclaimed in amazement. "Impressive! I had no idea you were this strong!"
Kim Jung-ho:
"Then what the hell were you praising me for earlier?"
An Yi coughed awkwardly and turned to the crowd, declaring loudly, "In Rakshasa, we follow our own rules. Outstanding performance deserves reward!"
"Kim Jung-ho here has… ahem… eliminated 29 assassins in one go! As the leader, I’ve decided to grant him a special serum as his reward!"
"Serum?!"
The crowd erupted in shock.
"Boss, you have the serum?"
Kevin the Gunslinger asked in disbelief.
An Yi grinned. "Of course. If Heaven’s organization can promise it, so can I. And mine is the complete version!"
Instantly, the entire base fell silent.
The complete serum!
It had always been theoretical—whether Heaven even possessed it was still a mystery.
Yet here was this bald, bearded man, casually claiming to have it.
Seeing the stunned assassins, An Yi urged, "What are you all standing around for? Applause!"
Immediately, the base erupted in cheers and clapping.
"Boss is insane! This is incredible!"
"Holy shit, if we have the serum, why the hell should we listen to Heaven?"
"Best decision I ever made was joining Rakshasa!"
"An Yi forever!!"
Then, an awkward voice cut through the celebration.
The entire hall fell silent again, the atmosphere freezing over.
The assassin who had spoken turned pale.
An Yi:
After a brief pause, the cheers resumed, drowning out the moment as if nothing had happened.
The base was once again filled with lively, joyous energy.
An Yi raised his hand with a smile, signaling for quiet.
Then, under everyone’s watchful eyes, he pulled out a small vial of silver-packaged serum, cleared his throat, and handed it over.
"Here!"
Kim Jung-ho accepted it eagerly, his hands trembling.
Examining the tiny ampoule, he frowned. "Boss… the serum’s usually a bit bigger, isn’t it?"
"A bit? It’s like ten times smaller!"
An Yi smiled mysteriously. "Because I divided one full dose into ten portions!"
Kim Jung-ho:
"You’re such a cheapskate!"
Well, if the serum were easy to obtain, hundreds wouldn’t have died chasing it.
Getting even a tenth of the complete version was already a blessing.
"Go on, try it!" An Yi urged excitedly.
Kim Jung-ho pulled out a syringe, drew the serum from the ampoule, and injected it into his arm.
Every assassin held their breath, eyes locked on him.
The moment the serum entered his veins—
Kim Jung-ho let out a pained roar.
His veins bulged, sweat beading on his forehead like raindrops.
The crowd watched as his back drenched in sweat, his entire body looking like he’d been pulled from water.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
"Only a tenth of the dose and he’s in this much pain?"
It suddenly hit him—just how agonizing it must have been when he injected a full dose into Little Ming back then.
Hah, his disciple really was something else!
Finally, after what felt like forever—
Kim Jung-ho exhaled deeply and stood up, surrounded by curious assassins.
"So? How do you feel?"
A smirk tugged at his lips as he flicked his finger.
A tiny blue-purple spark crackled to life.
The crowd stared blankly.
"That’s it?"
"Oho, a Thunderbird!" An Yi nodded to himself.
In the ancient continent, Thunderbirds were formidable beasts, known for their speed.
Kim Jung-ho steadied himself, flexed his arms, and—
In a blur, he vanished.
When he reappeared, he was twenty meters away.
"Incredible! My speed’s increased by at least half!"
His eyes shone with excitement.
The incomplete serum only offered temporary boosts, but the complete version was permanent!
A fifty percent speed increase in an instant?
In life-or-death battles, that was game-changing.
Then, exhaustion hit him.
"Boss… I feel completely drained now."
An Yi understood.
The serum granted the user a fraction of the beast’s bloodline power.
Like Fang Jueming, who, after injecting the Golden Lion serum, gained immense defensive power and destructive force.
The Thunderbird’s signature trait was its explosive speed—exactly what Kim Jung-ho had just demonstrated.
Still, a tenth of the dose was too weak.
An Yi couldn’t help but marvel.
Whoever developed this method of extracting and utilizing beast bloodlines was either a genius or a madman!
"Work hard, and every member of Rakshasa will have a chance to earn the serum!"
An Yi patted Kim Jung-ho’s shoulder solemnly.
The other assassins flushed with excitement.
The complete serum—they could get it too?!
Kim Jung-ho grinned arrogantly. "Heh, then I’ll make sure to collect the full Thunderbird serum soon."
An Yi watched the energized crowd with satisfaction.
Promise rewards, dangle the carrot—
That was the true art of leadership!
"Boss! Someone’s here!"
An assassin rushed into the base, panting heavily.
The mood instantly turned tense.
If their location was exposed, none of them would escape unscathed.
"Who?" An Yi asked calmly, unfazed.
The base’s location was already known—even Jiangcheng’s law enforcement was aware.
But who would dare come here?
The lookout assassin stammered, "One of the Twelve Divine Generals of the Pantheon… Chou Niu!"
At that name, every face in the room paled.
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?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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."
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)
