"Oh? Could this be the new Gabriel?"
Raziel asked with a manic, almost deranged grin.
The other nine leaders of Heaven showed expressions of curiosity upon seeing Gabriel for the first time.
"Just as the rumors say—so young. Though, a bit unfortunate-looking," Kamel remarked, twirling a lock of brown hair around her finger with a sigh.
The new Gabriel, "Ghostface" Luke, appeared to be a man in his early thirties. His features were passable, but the large bluish birthmark on his face gave him an unsettling, almost terrifying appearance.
"Ghostface Luke. First time meeting you all. I look forward to working together," Luke said with a slight bow.
Ariel twirled a kunai between his fingers, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "According to Heaven’s rules, from now on, 'Ghostface Luke' ceases to exist. You may call me Gabriel!"
Luke raised an eyebrow at Ariel, suspicion flashing in his eyes. "And quit playing dumb. We met half a year ago in Izumo—hell, I was the one who took you to that brothel. You even ordered two—"
Ahem. "No need for tests. He’s the real deal."
Ariel cleared his throat, cutting Luke off mid-sentence, his smirk widening. "My friend Luke—ah, no, I should address you as Gabriel now."
At Ariel’s words, the tension in the room eased slightly.
Disguises and impersonation weren’t uncommon—especially among experts like the Ninja Alliance. But memories? Those couldn’t be faked.
An Yi exhaled quietly in relief.
That’s right—the new Gabriel, "Ghostface" Luke, was none other than An Yi himself, wearing the mask of a demon.
To gain the upper hand, he needed to infiltrate the enemy’s ranks.
Even a dying camel was larger than a horse. The Heaven Organization, with over a century of history, was no pushover. Despite its recent decline, it wasn’t something the Asura Sect could afford to provoke recklessly.
Taking down Heaven required more than brute force.
That’s why he’d even gone so far as to have Hongtian express-shipped from Jiangbei City.
The dead couldn’t resist, and their memories were far easier to extract than those of the living.
But by the time Hongtian arrived in the capital two days later, much of Ghostface Luke’s memories had already degraded.
Still, it was better than Ito Jiro, whose recollections barely extended beyond "forest." At least most of Luke’s memories remained intact.
Like that time at the brothel with Ariel, and that very alluring madam…
For the purposes of this disguise, it was enough.
"Interesting. Tell me—what makes you think you’re fit to take the seat of Gabriel?"
Raphael’s bloodthirsty gaze locked onto An Yi, his murderous intent palpable.
An Yi grinned.
He clapped his hands.
A masked assassin attendant, who had been standing silently behind him, stepped forward, carrying a suitcase. He presented it to the nine leaders with a respectful gesture.
"Go on. Open it."
Raphael gestured impatiently at Metatron.
Metatron’s white beard quivered in indignation.
"You insolent brat! I’m old enough to be your father, and you order me around like this?"
Grumbling, Metatron stomped forward and unlatched the suitcase.
The moment it opened, all eight leaders—except Shaliel—stared in shock.
Four heads. Neatly arranged inside.
Gasps filled the room.
"Allow me to introduce them. This one belongs to Lin Chen—a four-star bounty. This is Bai Xiu’s—three stars. The last two are Qin Shan and Liu Dachao, each worth one star. Total: nine stars."
An Yi adjusted his sunglasses, his lips curling into a wicked smirk.
"So, do I qualify now?"
"You’re the one who killed the Grim Reaper, Lin Chen?" Kirupa asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.
At the time, they had specifically analyzed the members of the Asura Gate, and among them, the most troublesome were undoubtedly An Yi and Lin Chen.
Of course, the lack of information on the others was also a factor.
Lin Chen alone—none of the nine leaders present were confident they could take him down, let alone with Bai Xiu and the others by his side.
Shaliel chuckled and said, "Impressive. I never thought you’d actually manage to kill them all."
After a moment of contemplation, Sraosha shook his head. "Impossible. Those four, along with the previous small fry, took over the entire Hong Kong Island. How could you possibly—"
"I learned about Lin Chen’s travel plans and had Gabriel arrange it."
Shaliel curled his lips into a warm smile. "All four were on the plane. Three pounds of spirit-fire explosives, and then—boom. All dead."
Beside him, An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
"You bastard, so it was your doing!"
"Blowing up a plane? Pfft. That’s just dumb luck!"
Raguel bared his teeth, his expression sour.
"Shut up!"
Raphael opened his eyes and glared at Raguel.
Raguel pressed his lips together, wanting to say something, but ultimately held back.
"Congratulations. You’ve passed."
Raphael said leisurely, "I’d like to hear your reasoning. Why target the Underworld first?"
An Yi replied calmly, "Simple. The Asura Gate isn’t even worth mentioning."
As he spoke, An Yi casually picked up Lin Chen’s severed head and tossed it to the ground, his lips curling in disdain.
"I alone could wipe out their main force. Do you really think such a small organization is anything to fear?"
While saying this, An Yi’s gaze swept over Sraosha and the other three leaders who had advocated eliminating the Asura Gate first.
Metatron’s aged face twisted in anger. "But Zadkiel died in Daxia. According to intelligence, it was likely the Asura Gate’s doing."
"No, no, no. Old man, you’re overthinking it. Daxia is the Pantheon’s territory. Alaska was probably killed by them—nothing to do with the Asura Gate."
An Yi raised a finger, his tone arrogant. "They’re just a bunch of rookies. Not worth a second thought."
With that, he stomped down on Lin Chen’s head.
Instantly, the skull shattered, blood splattering everywhere.
Behind An Yi, the masked attendant clenched his fists, his entire body trembling.
Of course, the heads of Lin Chen and the other three were fakes.
An Yi’s forgery skills, granted by the system, were absurdly flawless—even blood tests wouldn’t reveal the truth.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to step into the Heaven Organization’s headquarters.
"Kid, I’m growing fonder of you by the minute. Young people should have that kind of fire."
Raphael stood up and said slowly, "If there are no objections, starting today, we proceed with the plan to annihilate the Underworld."
Having spoken, Raphael left without another glance at the others.
With Michael absent, he was the strongest here. The rest had no right to defy him.
Watching Raphael’s retreating figure, An Yi smirked. "Impressive. Seems this organization has no shortage of ruthless characters."
"Gabriel, well done."
Shaliel smiled at him.
Originally, this had just been a test, but the guy had actually managed to kill Lin Chen and the others.
The rule had been set from the beginning: the leader’s position would be decided by the number of Asura Gate members killed.
No one would raise much objection now.
An Yi smiled. "All thanks to Lord Shaliel’s guidance!"
Luke the Ghost Mask had always been Shaliel’s man. A little show of respect was still necessary.
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!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
