Lynn's fist slowly clenched, emitting a cracking sound.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes constantly weaving blinding glares.
Although he was still relatively unfamiliar with the control of the rules, how could he possibly not see the actions those gods took on the King of Secret Source.
But… But…
The King of Secret Source gasped for breath.
Taking advantage of Lynn weakening some of the marks the gods set in his body, the rare moments of clarity, he strained to use his own power.
In no time.
His body, under the influence of the Secret Source, slowly shrank.
Finally, it transformed into a long-eared elf-like figure, sitting cross-legged on the ground with difficulty, and the chains rooted in his back also shrank with him.
"Sit with me for a while."
The King of Secret Source gasped, then forced a pale smile upon his face.
"I feel like I'm dreaming to see you again after that divine battle."
Lynn remained silent.
He slowly descended from mid-air, standing before him.
But his eyes still flickered with the divine light of the Secret Source, his gaze fixed on the King of Secret Source, observing his root source.
"The one who attacked you is the God of Order," Lynn declared in a gloomy tone.
The King of Secret Source laughed, "Yes, so sometimes I do feel quite helpless. I struggled for so long, and in the end, I still could not escape that old lady’s palm, correct, just like the monkey you mentioned."
"No matter how hard you try, you can't escape from the palm of the Buddha."
He lowered his head, shook it, and conjured a spirit of strong liquor, pouring it into his mouth.
Drops of alcohol trickled down his chin and fell onto the ground, quickly forming into faint lights of Secret Source and disappearing.
He raised his head and lamented:
"You've gone through my memories, haven't you?"
Lynn remained silent.
He looked up to the sky and said, “Actually, I'm quite happy to have met you thousands of years ago, Lynn. Even though you're a fool, sometimes being too smart can prevent you from accomplishing certain things. Like me, I have lived wisely for ten thousand years, yet I don't know why I'm still alive."
He shook his head, somewhat self-mocking.
Lynn accused, "Don't beat about the bush and scold me. If you weren't foolish, would you have followed me to battle the god?"
The King of Secret Source chuckled, covering his face, and replied somewhat despondently:
"Of course, even the smartest people sometimes want to play the fool."
The two of them stopped talking.
Under the vast night sky.
On a deserted street.
One man drowning in his drink, another sitting quietly.
Lynn broke the silence after a long time, "I've been observing your source, I think I can save you."
The King of Secret Source smiled ruefully: "I’ve had enough of living, you cannot save me."
Lynn raised his head and said, "The God of Order set up two layers of prohibitions inside you. The first layer continuously absorbs your Secret Source, inflicting immense pain on your spirit, forcing you to admit your guilt and imprison your ego here."
"The second layer is exactly like you said, he meddled with your source, transforming you into a form of existence that resists the Secret Source."
The King of Secret Source drank in silence, one cup following the next.
Lynn stared deeply at him and said, “This is indeed a one-way change. I can't let you trace back to the source at the level of the law, but I can give you a new life in another way.”
The King of Secret Source was silent for a moment and asked, “How will I be reborn?”
Lynn took a deep breath and said,
“Totally abandon Secret Source, adapt to his transformation of you, and then...”
“Walk the path of order.”
The wind suddenly blew.
The King of Secret Source fell silent.
He could fully understand Lynn's meaning. The God of Order changed his form of existence, using the law of order, making his source become a contradictory body intertwined with Secret Source and the rule of order.
And it is this kind of contradictory body that threw him into suffering for a long time.
And what Lynn wanted to do was to strip off one of them and make him adapt to another one.
If done properly, after totally discarding the Secret Source, he could indeed be reborn in another way, return in the form of the King of Order...
But......
He took a deep breath and smiled tiredly:
“Lynn, I’m tired, really tired.”
“I was born in Secret Source, Secret Source is equivalent to my parents, if I abandon Secret Source, who created me, just to survive. It is as if I am denying everything about myself."
“And also...” he laughed at himself,
“If I truly accept the law of order as my source, I will be living under the shadow of the God of Order for my life. This, to me, is even worse than the pain I am suffering now, do you understand?”
Lynn was silent, “But you once told me, you wished to see a world without gods, you said how beautiful that world would be.”
The King of Secret Source looked up at the stars in the sky.
“Yes, but we failed, didn’t we?”
Lynn calmly said: “So, let's win it back.”
The King of Secret Source smiled bitterly and shook his head, “I'm sorry, Lynn, I'm really too tired...”
Before he could finish speaking,
Lynn kicked him to the ground, without any hesitation, and started to fight him fiercely.
Smack--
Smack--
Smack--
“Lynn, what are you doing? Why you beat people up out of nowhere?!!!”
Lynn(▼皿▼#) said: “Frick, I've been humoring you all this time, but you keep giving me negative energy. It's seriously pissing me off. Look at how I’m going to beat you up today!"
Lynn rolled up his sleeves, picked up a stool from the side, and began a fierce beating.
The King of Secret Source covered his head, feeling furious, “Stop! Stop, you are the former Great Lord of Violet, and I am the King of Secret Source, how can you beat people like a street thug!”
Lynn retaliated(艹皿艹): “Today I will beat you, can't you just give me a straightforward answer? Today I will beat you until you can’t even recognize your mother!”
“Hurt—Stop! Stop it!”
With a flurry of strikes,
He kept hitting him for more than ten minutes.
The King of Secret Source sat humiliated in a corner, holding his head, his clothes disheveled. A tear gleamed in the corner of his eye, a blend of humiliation and anger.
"This is too much; they actually hit me for more than ten minutes. If your wife Blue Dragon was still alive, I'd tell her about your bullying!"
Lynn took a deep breath, flexed his wrist, lit a cigarette, and spoke calmly:
"Just sit here and wait for my return. You've been suffering for a thousand years. I presume you wouldn't mind another ten minutes. I'll give you a new life when I return."
Saying this, Lynn turned around.
A surge of rolling dark energy instantly rose up and down his body.
An incredibly intimidating dark power lingered around his entire body.
"It has been a while since I used this identity."
He murmured, clenching his fist.
In a flash.
With a swish.
Massive black wings sprouted from his back, and devilish horns sprouted from his head. The horrifying aura shook the surrounding space.
Lynn exhales deeply, the demonic energy filling his body.
On seeing this, the King of Secret Source shuddered exclaiming:
"This... this is..."
Because he recognized Lynn's current appearance.
The first demonic monarch of the Abyss!
The very demon king, who had been dormant in the depths of the Abyss!!!
Lynn looked down at his claws and casually said, "Oh, this is just a pseudonym I use when I'm dabbling in Abyssal power. Others call me Lucifer, consider this my most powerful combat form."
The King of Secret Source's eyes shook as he pointed at him and said, "Wait!! You mean, that Demon King; he is you?! He's just a pseudonym you use?!!"
"Then that bastard who chased me through hundreds of dimensions, exhausting my entire fortune while I was on holiday in the Abyss fifteen hundred years ago... that very asshole was also you?"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
