"Li Ang has finally decided to avenge Su Di'er!?"
Zhong Yi was filled with pleasant surprise. Only now did he understand why Li Ang hadn't brought Su Di'er along.
The Demon Suppression Division was a terrifying adversary.
Setting aside their strength and numbers, if one were careless enough to have their face memorized by them, they would likely be wanted by the government for the rest of their life.
"Leave the dangerous tasks to the adults!"
Zhong Yi muttered to himself, involuntarily quickening his pace.
...
The mission difficulty wasn't low, but it was certainly easier to handle than that old man popping demonic potions from before.
Filled with righteous ardor, Zhong Yi struck ruthlessly at the two men from the Demon Suppression Division and quickly cleared the stage.
"They were just two lackeys. The leader... must die!"
Zhong Yi declared with a cold glint in his eyes as he cleaned up the traces of the battle.
Unlike Su Di'er, he had witnessed the entire massacre.
That leader, Shi Dan, was the true culprit and the most dangerous of them all.
The ones killed in this mission were merely two underlings from the six-man squad present at the time.
"However, since this mission is marked with a 'I', there must surely be a 'II' and a 'III'..."
Relying on his years of experience with illusions, Zhong Yi immediately made a deduction and strode towards home.
"Time to go back and give Su Di'er a surprise."
...
He pushed open the door.
The room was empty and completely silent.
"Su Di'er?"
Zhong Yi called out, but there was no response.
[Main Quest: Search the room and investigate Su Di'er's whereabouts]
Looking at the mission prompt in the top right corner of his vision, Zhong Yi furrowed his brows.
He began to rummage through the room rapidly.
There were many of Su Di'er's personal items in the room, all currently glowing with a faint light indicating they could be interacted with.
Zhong Yi picked up a doll from the table and quickly found a key clue.
Tucked into the front of the doll was a note, written in elegant handwriting:
[Li Ang, I don't want to have nightmares anymore.]
Zhong Yi's breath hitched.
That short line of text struck him like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky.
Last night, Su Di'er had said she kept dreaming of her brother's tragic death, and that only by killing her enemy with her own hands could she find relief.
That meant...
She had gone to exact her revenge.
All by herself.
Zhong Yi folded the note and saw a drawing on the back.
A tall man wearing sunglasses was holding the hand of a smiling, short-haired young girl.
Below it was a single character, the very first one Su Di'er had taught him: [Love].
In an instant, Zhong Yi's eyes turned red. With a booming sound, he shot out of the room like a cannonball.
The location of the Demon Suppression Division, Shi Dan's workshop...
Su Di'er had revealed all this information the last time she tried to hire Li Ang.
[Main Quest Updated!]
[Main Quest: Go to the Demon Suppression Division and rescue Su Di'er]
At the same time, the illusion entered a cinematic cutscene once again.
This showed the events on Su Di'er's side while Li Ang was off executing his mission alone.
The little girl had struggled internally for a long time in the courtyard downstairs before finally deciding to take revenge with her own hands.
She disguised herself as a food vendor and waited in the crowd for Shi Dan's arrival.
Little did she know, a single glance was all it took for the sharp-eyed Shi Dan to spot something was amiss.
Then, the roles of hunter and prey were instantly reversed.
Su Di'er had just tailed Shi Dan into a room when she was effortlessly captured by him.
Shi Dan's hideous, terrifying expression and his bone-chilling words scared Su Di'er until her lips turned pale.
Fortunately, just before he was about to kill Su Di'er, news reached him that his subordinates had been killed by a demonic cultivator.
Seeing that there were more pressing matters, Shi Dan sheathed his weapon and ordered his men to take Su Di'er back to his workshop...
...
"That means Su Di'er is still safe, and she's right in his territory..."
Zhong Yi took a deep breath as he arrived across the street from the Demon Suppression Division.
[Entering Dungeon: Demon Suppression Division (Hard)]
[Mission Requirements:]
[1. Rescue Su Di'er within the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn.]
[2. For your safety, do not cause a commotion; avoid putting the Demon Suppression Division on high alert.]
...
This mission was considered a strict stealth operation.
Aside from the necessary gate guards, the player had to avoid alerting the enemy as much as possible.
Fortunately, Zhong Yi was an expert in every aspect other than direct combat. He handled the stealth mission with ease and soon arrived at the top floor.
He kicked the door open, and two throwing knives accurately pierced the foreheads of the two subordinates guarding Su Di'er.
Of course, this move was something he had perfected after failing the mission three times.
If he didn't kill the two guards immediately, the entire Demon Suppression Division would go on high alert, and the mission would fail...
"Li..."
"Shh—"
Zhong Yi made a hushing gesture.
The little girl, weeping like a pear blossom bathed in rain, trotted over, jumped up, and threw her arms around Li Ang's neck.
Zhong Yi was a bit at a loss at first, but then he smiled and held Su Di'er's back.
The young girl sobbed uncontrollably in his arms.
Zhong Yi gently patted her back and whispered:
"Come on, let's go home."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
