Su Ze held Little Hottie's hand as they left Tenshukaku, carrying the 【Demon Slayer: Heavenly Child】 in his other hand. Uesugi Akizuki, tears in her eyes, occasionally glanced back at Uesugi Akizuki, who watched her daughter depart from the window upstairs.
Under Uesugi Akizuki's gaze, the black sports car sped away.
Yuan Qinghe, appearing at Uesugi Akizuki's side at some point, gently took his wife's hand.
Phantom Prefecture.
As dusk approached, the sky was dotted with thin, wispy clouds.
Mo Ziang carried his succulent baby and fish food to the balcony, placing the succulent on the railing and feeding the fish. He let out a long sigh.
Luo Ying, with white hair and crimson eyes, walked in holding a fish tank and placed it on the table.
"You can stay in that room until your house is fixed," Luo Ying pointed to a room.
Mo Ziang, having accidentally destroyed his own home with a single slash, was now staying at Luo Ying's place.
"Mm," Mo Ziang pushed open the door and surveyed the cozy yet minimalist room. The walls were a soft gray-blue, with a large, plush bed, a simple nightstand, and a brownish-gray lamp. The drawn gray curtains made the room feel dim.
"Have a seat. I'll go cook," Luo Ying said, heading to the kitchen.
Closing the door, the room plunged into darkness. Mo Ziang sat on the bed, and soon, he sprawled out, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"Can I come in?" A knock sounded at the door.
"Sure," Mo Ziang replied.
The door opened, and light from the living room spilled into the dark room, illuminating Mo Ziang's pale face.
Luo Ying entered, carrying a pile of snacks, which he placed on the nightstand. "I didn't know what you liked, so if none of these suit your taste, you can grab something from the snack storage room next door."
Mo Ziang didn't respond, lying still as if lifeless.
Luo Ying left the room, closing the door behind him.
After some time, a purple, flame-like eye lit up in the dark room!
The sound of a blade being drawn echoed crisply!
But before Mo Ziang could strike, a sharp snap of fingers rang out.
Mo Ziang looked around the pitch-black space, unable to touch anything, as if floating in the air. His blade was gone!
"Relax," a young man's voice spoke.
Then, a foreigner wearing a headscarf appeared in the darkness. Though surrounded by blackness, he seemed to glow as if bathed in sunlight. Mo Ziang could clearly see his features.
Mo Ziang had no intention of talking. He threw a punch into the void, and instantly, the space shattered like glass, cracks spreading like branches!
He knew he was trapped in the other's domain. If he could break the domain's rules, he could escape!
"Hey~" The young man sighed, his form blurring and shifting into a baseball-capped youth. With a wave of his hand, the cracks repaired themselves!
"Can't you just let me finish, you idiot!" the young man roared.
"I'm a god! Does that automatically make me your enemy?"
Mo Ziang paused, then stopped moving. "What do you want?"
The young man rolled his eyes. "How does your brain even work?"
Mo Ziang punched the space again, causing it to fracture!
"Alright, alright! I won't insult you anymore!" the young man said, exasperated.
Mo Ziang asked coldly, "Your purpose."
Mo Ziang had no fondness for gods. He had met one before.
That god, high and mighty, had killed his companion with just a glance!
No reason, no justification—just because it felt like it.
Like a child crushing an ant for no reason.
Fortunately, not all gods were that powerful. They were strong but confined to their own worlds, unable to reach Earth.
He had fought other gods before, and it had been a draw!
In his mind, gods were arrogant beings who looked down on all life, ready to strike at a moment's notice if displeased.
So, when he encountered this god, his first instinct was to eliminate the threat immediately.
To cut off any future trouble.
"Fine, fine. As long as we can communicate," the young man sighed. "You know, my power doesn't quite meet the standards of a god, but I am one—a true descendant of the divine bloodline..."
Mo Ziang rested his chin on his hand, listening to the god's self-aggrandizing speech. Even if it was nonsense, it was worth considering.
"I'm basically a messenger serving other gods. My status isn't high among the divine, but I am still a divine messenger..." The young man paused, realizing he had been rambling.
Mo Ziang, chin still in hand, had fallen asleep, a snot bubble forming and popping.
The young man's face darkened. He coughed twice and shouted, "Dinner's ready!"
"Food!" The snot bubble burst, and Mo Ziang sprang to his feet, scanning the room.
"No food, no food. Sit down," the young man waved his hand dismissively.
"You'd better choose your words carefully," Mo Ziang pointed at him. "If you don't get to the point, I'm punching you!"
Alright, so the god's ramblings were just as useless as any human's.
"Why is everyone so aggressive these days?" the young man muttered, finally getting to the point. "I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in joining a competition organized by the gods."
"Be more specific."
"The gods have created a realm and organized a tournament, inviting Lamp Realm beings from across the multiverse who possess laws to participate."
"First, it's a free-for-all. If you kill another participant, their laws will become yours."
"Second, the maximum amount of laws you can steal is double your current capacity. So, once you've acquired laws equal to your own, killing others won't grant you more. But if you have allies who haven't reached their limit, they can take the excess laws."
"Third, the laws you gain won't immediately integrate into you. They'll be stored within you, and only if you survive the realm can you absorb them or transfer them to others," the young man explained.
"The gods have time for this kind of thing?" Mo Ziang frowned slightly.
"Of course not out of boredom," the young man admitted. "A small portion of the laws from the slain participants will end up in the hands of the gods."
"So, you're just reclaiming laws," Mo Ziang sneered. Laws were the power of the gods, the force they used to create worlds.
"Exactly," the young man said without hesitation. "You can choose not to participate. There are countless greedy beings across the multiverse. If you don't go, others will."
"Fine, I'll go," Mo Ziang rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Good luck. You might want to look for others on Earth who meet the criteria. They could be your allies in the realm."
The young man finished speaking, and with a flick of his hand, a dark red mark appeared on Mo Ziang's arm. "The brighter the mark, the closer the competition. This isn't a secret, so you can discuss it with your organization and prepare."
The domain vanished.
Mo Ziang felt the solid bed beneath him again.
A soft knock came at the door. "Dinner's ready."
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
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!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
