Su Ze had no time to consider much else, as the one-legged ghost before him was uncooperative. With his sharp blade technique, he launched an attack like cutting through a forest, breaking through the ghost's defense and spinning around to slice off its head.
As blood sprayed through the air, Su Ze transferred his main body to another clone that was facing a different ghost.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The light wind sounds came through the walkie-talkie as small streams of blood flowed down Su Ze's body. He tried to calm himself and blew into the walkie-talkie.
Whatever injuries his main body sustained, his clones would bear the same wounds, just like mirrors.
Uesugi Akizuki listened for a long time until she heard the whooshing sounds through the walkie-talkie. Her worried heart finally relaxed. She stared intently at the clock on the wall, her small face full of gravity, waiting painfully for the next ten minutes to arrive.
Splash splash splash—
Under the sky that resembled a red sunset, a drizzling rain began to fall. Su Ze sniffed the strong smell of blood in the air, "Blood rain."
He created an energy shield around himself, keeping the rain at bay.
Ghosts appeared at a rate of one to three per minute, all at the Firefly Realm level. Su Ze consistently kept their numbers below ten; if they exceeded that, he would concentrate his power for quick kills.
His main body constantly switched between clones, while ghost wails and shrieks filled the streets. Corpses piled up in every corner of the street, but no matter what, they couldn't get near the house.
The stern young man, wielding a straight blade, was slaughtering the descending ghosts in chaos!
"Ze-bro... Ze-bro." This came through the private communication channel between Shen Qingsheng and Su Ze. His voice sounded breathless.
"What's wrong?" Su Ze replied calmly despite his exhaustion.
"I feel like I'm about to take flight," Shen Qingsheng suddenly said fiercely.
Shen Qingsheng was guarding the Third District. Clutching the horrific bloody hole in his stomach, he watched the endless stream of ghosts emerging from spatial rifts below, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Your tone doesn't sound right," Su Ze said as he unleashed a circular blade light, instantly beheading ghosts within three meters.
"Don't overthink it, I've already called for backup," Shen Qingsheng said with blood flowing from his feet, cursing viciously, "Damn it, how did this situation happen?"
"At noon, I was just drinking beer and singing, when suddenly a voice announced the blood moon's arrival. I was completely caught off guard."
"I've been stabbed several times, and now I need to go to the hospital. If I die, remember our promise - whoever survives will carve the other's name on their tombstone."
"What should we carve? 'Forever single, son Shen Qingsheng'?"
In the Third District's street, a cold light suddenly exploded! The swarming ghosts suffered heavy casualties instantly. A ice-blue-haired beauty with a war scythe exhaled frost, her eyes cold as ice. She lowered her body and charged into the ghost horde like a cheetah. The elegant war scythe drew arcs of cold light, blooming like ice lotus flowers on the battlefield.
"Ghost Officer! It's a damn Lamp Realm Ghost Officer!" Shen Qingsheng was shocked. "My backup is a Ghost Officer! This sister is so cool! Awesome!"
Su Ze was speechless, regretting that he hadn't admitted to having an illness during the Ghost Officer interview.
That way, he could have enjoyed the same privileges as the Ghost Officers.
Eventually, Shen Qingsheng was taken away by logistics personnel for treatment.
The blood moon only appeared at night and would set at dawn. Research showed that blood moon appearances would continue for several days, with the first recorded occurrence lasting eight days.
This wasn't just Huaxia's crisis; it was a disaster for the entire Blue Star. When the blood moon rotated to the other half of Blue Star, it would become America's disaster.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Uesugi Akizuki listened to the sounds from the walkie-talkie and smiled silly, rolling around on the bed. Even with the door locked and curtains drawn, unable to see Su Ze, she felt secure, always feeling as if Su Ze was right beside her.
Her feelings were quite accurate, as one of Su Ze's battle-scarred clones was sitting on the roof.
The blood moon hung high in the dome of heaven, with a brilliant starry river beneath the red-tinged sky. Below the stars, blood rain washed away countless corpses in the streets.
This was the midnight battle. Su Ze, clutching the bloody hole in his chest, his windbreaker dancing in the fierce wind, stood guard before a spatial rift with his blade in one hand. His eyes held a defiant challenge as he looked at the terrified group of ghosts trapped in the spatial rift, unwilling to emerge, his expression fierce and savage.
"Come on! Let's see how many lives you've got to fight with me!"
He shouted at the ghosts with a ferocious expression.
The ghosts timidly shrank back, but some fearless ones squeezed past the cowards in front. Then one after another charged forward, and those who were initially afraid followed the lead of these vanguard ghosts.
Su Ze lowered his stance and struck with his blade! A blade energy spanning dozens of meters split the air, forcing this group of advancing ghosts to retreat until they could no longer withstand the power of the blade energy, and were directly cut in half.
Su Ze's clones had reached several hundred, patrolling the streets for spatial rifts.
"Brother... are you a soldier?"
One of Su Ze's clones stood on a balcony, behind whose curtain was the shadow of a child.
Whether Forerunners or Ghost Officers, they were all people's soldiers, and the public knew about these organizations.
"Yes," Su Ze said.
"Grandma says many people will die tonight. Can you save them?"
"Indeed. Tonight, no one in the Seventh District will die." Su Ze's tone was extremely domineering, and he truly had the ability to ensure no deaths in the Seventh District tonight, but only for today.
If the blood moon lasted four or five days, the Seventh District would definitely suffer heavy casualties.
Su Ze lit a cigarette, listening to the whooshing sounds from the walkie-talkie. He sighed helplessly, "What time is it? Why aren't you sleeping?"
The walkie-talkie fell silent for a while, then came more whooshing sounds. It was clear the girl was puffing her cheeks, blowing with all her might.
Su Ze was quite helpless. He blew whoosh whoosh whoosh several times, and Uesugi Akizuki in the room finally giggled silly.
She knew Su Ze was doing something dangerous, and although her eyelids were heavy as she watched the wall clock, she feared Su Ze might die, so she would whoosh whoosh whoosh to confirm every ten minutes, only feeling at ease when the other side whooshed back.
Dawn broke.
The gentle orange light overcame the bloody horror, and daybreak brought not only sunlight but also the victory won by Huaxia soldiers after a night of bitter fighting.
Countless ghosts were pulled back into the spatial rifts by a powerful suction force.
Su Ze took out his flask for a drink, rinsed his mouth, and spat out the blood-mixed liquid.
A clone by the riverside - he transferred his main body to this clone, and the hundreds of clones that had fought with him through the night disappeared.
He staggered to the riverside to wash his face, and the blood on his body quickly dyed the water red.
"Dust City guardians, please report your current situation."
"Dust City First District guardian reporting: Huaxia Forerunner Wen Liang deceased, Qiu Yu deceased, Huaxia Night Watcher Wu Tong deceased. Survivors: Huaxia Ghost Officer Shi Liang, Huaxia Forerunner Liao Yu. A mid-Lamp Realm ghost appeared during the blood moon period and was slain by Shi Liang. First District civilian casualties: fifty-one deaths. First day of blood moon, mission completed."
These numbers shocked everyone.
"..."
"Dust City Third District guardian reporting: No personnel deaths. Huaxia Forerunner Shen Qingsheng severely wounded, Huaxia Ghost Officer Shuang Jiang lightly wounded. Third District civilian casualties: zero. First day of blood moon, mission completed."
"..."
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."
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.
] [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!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
