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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
