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?"
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.
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!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
