The Twelve Deities of the Divine Hall!
This title alone turned the faces of the assassins in the base pale with fear.
Among them, only five or six were from Daxia. The rest were mostly foreign assassins!
To them, the Divine Hall—guardians of Daxia—was an existence even more terrifying than the underworld.
Over the centuries, how many peerless geniuses and formidable warriors had met their end beneath the blades of the Divine Hall?
"Should we fight him?"
Kim Jung-ho gripped his short staff, the chains of the three-section staff clanking loudly.
Even the usually laid-back gunslinger Kevin drew his revolver, tense as if facing a mortal threat.
The entire base was on edge, as if every shadow could hide an enemy.
"It's just the Ox of the Twelve Deities! Stay calm. I'll handle him." An Yi said casually.
The assassins looked at him with admiration.
"As expected of the Boss!"
In terms of overall strength, the Divine Hall of Daxia had always ranked first in the world.
Even the renowned "Paradise" organization barely scraped the top twenty.
And the Twelve Deities of the Divine Hall? Their terrifying power alone was enough to make countless souls tremble.
To put it bluntly, aside from those two in Paradise, none of the so-called SSS-rank assassins were even fit to carry the shoes of the Twelve Deities.
At the base entrance.
A towering figure stood with his back turned.
An Yi sized him up—at least two meters tall. His own 1.81-meter frame seemed almost frail in comparison.
"You must be the Ox of the Divine Hall. We met at the Martial Arts Assembly," An Yi said with a chuckle.
Back then, Long Aoyun had led the Twelve Deities into the venue.
While most were overwhelmed by Long Aoyun’s oppressive aura, the Ox following behind him had also left a striking impression.
"An Yi, leader of the Asura Sect. A pleasure."
The Ox turned around, revealing exaggeratedly muscular limbs.
His face was obscured by a black mask.
After a glance at An Yi, the Ox spoke in a deep, muffled voice, "Let’s talk outside."
An Yi gestured politely, and the two walked side by side.
"Is your name really 'Ox'?"
"That’s my title in the Divine Hall."
"Why the mask?"
"It’s a matter of dignity."
"Oh, I thought 'Ox' was a nickname—like you were ugly, so you wore a mask."
"By the way, is there someone in the Twelve Deities called 'Ox-Horse'?"
"The Horse."
"Cough, close enough. Just wanted to remind you—if the poison isn’t sucked out in time, you’ll need surgery."
"It’s already been taken care of."
"Oh, that’s—"
Just as An Yi was about to ask another question, the Ox raised a hand to stop him.
"Leader An, this is far enough," he said gravely.
An Yi glanced at the dim woods around them and smiled. "Lord Ox, what brings you here?"
"Your disguise as Ito Jiro has been exposed," the Ox stated coldly.
"Exposed?"
An Yi’s lips curled into a smirk.
He had expected as much.
He’d barely infiltrated the base before his cover was blown.
Mikawa Nako had probably realized something was off the very first night.
"Yeah, she must’ve noticed," An Yi said lightly.
"The War God sent me to assist."
With that, the Ox made a throat-slitting gesture, his tiger-like eyes gleaming with cold killing intent through the mask.
Originally, An Yi had infiltrated the base under the guise of a bearded man to investigate the distribution of foreign assassins—turning defense into offense, eliminating them one by one.
But plans changed. He never expected to accidentally become the base’s Boss.
After reorganizing the assassins into the Rakshasa faction, An Yi systematically purged those who had targeted the Asura Sect.
The results were impressive. Within a month, few assassins dared to surveil the Asura Sect anymore.
Now, it was time to drive out the wolves and slay the tigers—or rather, with the tigers gone, the wolves were next.
An Yi raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Seriously? The Divine Hall is that stingy? Sending just you for such an important purge?"
"Me and you—that’s enough."
As he spoke, a surge of formidable energy coiled around the Ox, the oppressive force bearing down like a mountain.
An Yi’s brows shot up in shock.
This mountain of a man was at the peak of the Void Realm!
"Sorry, but I’ve changed my mind," An Yi said with a shrug.
The Ox narrowed his eyes. "Meaning?"
"These guys are my Rakshasa faction now. I’m their Boss."
The Ox fell silent for a long moment before speaking gravely, "These are unruly assassins. Are you sure they’ll still obey you once your identity is exposed?"
"Won’t know until we try."
An Yi grinned. "I love a good challenge."
"Suit yourself."
Seeing An Yi’s resolve, the Ox dropped the matter and switched topics.
"Also, the intel about Paradise having the complete version of the serum is fake. The real supplier is the Ghost Carvers."
"That’s useful intel. Thanks."
An Yi smirked.
The Ghost Carvers having the serum was a lie—the real mastermind was him, An Yi.
The Ox nodded solemnly. "The Netherworld is in turmoil. King Chujiang has turned three of the Ten Yama Kings against the others—his true identity is Michael, the Supreme Commander of Paradise."
"With the Netherworld and Paradise on the brink of war, now’s the perfect time to wipe out Paradise."
"The War God said the Divine Hall will offer some assistance if needed."
"How much is 'some'?" An Yi asked curiously.
The Ox pondered. "Given the War God’s style… probably one or two people."
An Yi:
"Damn it!"
The almighty leader of the Divine Hall was this much of a cheapskate?!
Back at the base, An Yi swiped his fingerprint to open the gate and strode inside.
The assassins in the hall were dead silent.
"Boss, what did the Ox say?" Kim Jung-ho asked, gripping his three-section staff.
Kevin the gunslinger kept his revolver in hand, saying nothing.
Even Mikawa Nako’s ever-smiling face had darkened.
If the Divine Hall had discovered them, these assassins lurking in Daxia would have nowhere to hide.
To make matters worse, Gene the Mechanic and Bob the Poisoner’s teams were absent, leaving their forces severely weakened.
"He said he’d wipe you all out," An Yi said flatly. "But I stopped him."
"Boss, this is Daxia—the Divine Hall’s territory. How can you guarantee our safety?" Kevin asked bitterly.
Under their watchful eyes, An Yi reached up and removed his demon mask, revealing an astonishingly handsome young face.
"Because I’m An Yi."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
