The streets were packed with people who poured out to surround the heroes who had protected them for two nights. Given their battered bodies, the crowd would have tossed them into the clouds, let them fall, and tossed them up again if they could.
Su Ze didn't enjoy being surrounded, so like yesterday, he went to the riverside to wash the blood off his body.
Shen Qingsheng was different - he could barely move and was quickly surrounded by excited citizens who gave him water, food, and medical attention from civilian doctors who rushed to stop his bleeding. Waves of praise washed over him - this was just the basics.
Several young girls excitedly gathered around him, not minding the blood covering his body, and planted kisses on him.
"Young man, are you single? I have..."
Hearing the aunt's words, he became excited, "Auntie! Are you going to introduce your daughter to me?"
The aunt looked embarrassed, "No, young man, I wanted to say... how about me?"
"..."
Su Ze smoked by the river, waiting until Shen Qingsheng was picked up by an ambulance with logistics personnel, and he followed them to the hospital.
Shen Qingsheng needed immediate treatment to survive.
The singing outside the door suddenly stopped.
Uesugi Akizuki woke up, looking around confused before burying her face deep in her knees again.
"Doctor! Doctor! Please save my husband! Please save him!"
"Son, hang in there, hang in there! Don't leave mama... don't leave mama..."
"Where is everyone! Help! Save us!"
"Please don't shout! Our heroes are resting! Please line up orderly, don't crowd, our hospital will take responsibility for every patient, please trust us..."
The cries in the hospital were heart-wrenching. Su Ze lay semi-conscious on the operating table, the bright lights making it difficult to open his eyes.
In his ears were the steady but slightly hurried voices of medical staff.
He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head away from the blinding light, suddenly seeing the busy anesthesiologist, which made his heart sink.
However, a few seconds after opening his eyes, strong drowsiness hit him again - seems the anesthesiologist had increased the dosage.
In the end, he didn't know how he got off the operating table. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in a hospital bed wearing a patient gown, with his belongings neatly arranged on the nearby table - his straight knife, walkie-talkie, and tattered coat all folded tidily.
In the next bed was the unconscious Shen Qingsheng, covered in bandages. If it weren't for his faint energy fluctuations, Su Ze would have thought he was lying next to a mummy, or that he'd been buried in a pyramid.
"You're awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" A young nurse quickly came to ask.
Su Ze licked his dry lips, "...My whole body feels uncomfortable."
Seeing this, the nurse quickly got a glass of water and helped him drink it.
Meng Xingyao watched as Uesugi Chigenki kept running around in the woods, searching through plants, shrubs, tree trunks, leaves, ant holes, mouse holes, and other ridiculous places.
"You must be crazy," Meng Xingyao said calmly, following behind.
"What do you know! She's my sister! Of course you're not worried - it's not your sister who's missing!" Uesugi Chigenki's eyes welled with tears.
"How small do you think your sister is? Small enough to fit in an ant hole?" Meng Xingyao was exasperated.
"What else can I do! I've looked everywhere," at this point, she collapsed to the ground crying, choking with self-blame, "What can I do... what can I do..."
"What can you do?" Meng Xingyao shrugged, smiling, "There's already an efficient solution right here."
"What solution!" Uesugi Chigenki jumped to her feet.
Meng Xingyao smiled, but to Uesugi Chigenki, it looked somewhat evil, no... very, very evil! This evil woman!
"Help me guard the blood moon tonight, and I'll request to use the Forerunner's resources to help find your sister. Trust me, even if you're spies, in this situation, as long as you work for Huaxia, once the blood moon period is over, Huaxia will pardon your crimes, and you and your sister can safely return home."
"Of course, all this assumes your sister is still alive," Meng Xingyao said frankly.
"We're not spies!" Surprisingly, Uesugi Chigenki's first response wasn't concern about whether her sister was alive, but rather to defend their innocence.
It seemed she was very confident her sister could survive these two days of natural disasters.
"Alright, alright, big sister believes you," Meng Xingyao extended her hand, smiling, "Shall we cooperate?"
Uesugi Chigenki grabbed her hand without hesitation - there was no other choice now.
However, after shaking hands, Meng Xingyao didn't let go, instead directly leading the girl while smiling, "Then let's go home now."
After saying this, she simply led Uesugi Chigenki back, and since they were both using their right hands to hold hands, Uesugi Chigenki walking behind felt somewhat awkward.
"The support coming to Dust City is the Wandering Troupe of Huaxia Ghost Officers, a recently formed squad that's already famous among the Ghost Officers. Their captain is Chu Yang, who just returned from another world - he's a legendary figure in Huaxia!"
"Dust City is now under this squad's management, so even if you're lying in a hospital bed all day, tonight's Seventh District will have a peaceful night."
Lying in his hospital bed, listening to his superior's description of the squad coming to take over for tonight's blood moon, Su Ze was puzzled, "Are they... that strong?"
A different voice took over, extremely excited, "Damn right! They're not just strong, they're absolutely incredible! Top-tier Huaxia Ghost Officers!"
"Get out!" His superior pushed away the person who interrupted, "So what if they're incredible? Are we Forerunners any less?"
There was a commotion from the other end, seemingly the person was kicked flying dozens of meters away with a deafening bang, followed by the sound of someone lighting a cigarette and sighing wistfully, "Ah~ They are indeed incredible. Wonder when our conventional Huaxia Forerunners will produce such an amazing squad."
This was a hint, and Su Ze understood it clearly.
By afternoon, Su Ze could barely walk, and he pulled out all the tubes and needles from his body.
The power of Ability Users and Transcendents is reflected in their superhuman physical qualities.
The difference between Ability Users and Transcendents is that Ability Users can use abilities, while Transcendents don't have abilities but can use some superhuman powers through cultivation.
Ability Users' powers exist beyond normal logic, while Transcendents' powers exist within the bounds of reason.
To become either type, one must unlock the genetic locks that humans are born with. There are many ways to unlock these, and anyone can do it if they find the right method - basically, it depends on how high your comprehension is.
Secondly, it depends on how lucky you are, like falling off a cliff, hitting some rocks, accidentally opening your meridians, and coincidentally unlocking your genetic locks through interrupted breathing.
If you're even luckier, you might find a cave at the bottom of the cliff with an old immortal inside who says, "Want to buy some power-ups? That'll be 30 Q-coins."

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"