Without any context, a random sentence, although Qiao Bai had doubts in his mind, he still translated it.
Maekawa Yumi was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.
Does it matter whether one is an Esper or not?
Those who can appear here are either newly awakened or not very powerful Espers.
Who wouldn't want to attend an Esper Academy if they could?
Ordinary people and Espers are from two different worlds.
She keenly sensed that the stunningly handsome boy before her wanted to confirm something through her words.
"What's wrong with her?"
Qi Yuan's unusual question didn't just catch Maekawa Yumi's attention, but also that of the others accompanying them.
With a shift in their thoughts, they immediately realized.
This girl had a high chance of having her mindset distorted by contamination.
"Why should we help you? Dealing with the monster first can help more people."
Soon, someone spoke up probing, and Qiao Bai, upon hearing this, also understood.
The girl's demeanor was hysterical, and their rejection seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"But we asked for your help, didn't we? If asked for help, you should respond, right?"
"What should happen to those who don't respond?"
"Not friendly enough, need to undergo modification."
As soon as these words came out, the girls around her all took a few steps back.
The girl who uttered those words was also stunned, staring in disbelief with wide eyes.
"How could I..."
Qi Yuan analyzed the intelligence in his mind.
Without any specific targeting, the monster had already been able to subtly contaminate and distort the mindsets of Espers through its domain. Its strength seemed stronger than what was shown in the information.
Thinking of this, he reminded everyone: "Be mindful of your thought patterns."
With a living example before them, the others dared not be careless.
The contaminated girl also fell into doubt, not wanting to be abandoned, but now whatever she proposed would be met with rejection and suspicion.
Then Qi Yuan added: "If we need to observe her symptoms and changes, then we'll take her along."
The person in charge of logistics in the team nodded, asking Qiao Bai to explain the situation to her.
If she was willing to be observed, they would take her with them.
The girl nodded vigorously, having no better choice.
After dealing with this little episode, the group headed towards the dormitory building.
It was almost the agreed-upon time.
...
On the other side,
Near an entrance of Xiaosaka City,
The Dragon Country personnel had already cleared an entire building and heavily guarded a certain office building.
A suit-clad Dragon Country man approached the muscular man dressed as a superhero, holding a stopwatch facing Johnson.
"Mr. Johnson, it's about time."
Johnson looked up and met the stopwatch, which showed they had been in Xiaosaka City for forty-five minutes.
Only five minutes left...
"Got it."
He downed the rest of the cola in one gulp, crushing the can into a ball with one hand and tossing it into the trash bin.
The can bounced off the edge of the bin...
"Dammit!"
Another miss, Johnson cried out in anguish while clenching his fist.
A strange force enveloped the soda can.
It changed its trajectory midair and successfully went into the trash bin.
"Mr. Johnson, don't forget the camera."
Their company's partnership with Johnson helped promote his reputation as the Dragon Country's superhero, with fans all over the globe.
Although the footage captured this time couldn't be shared with fans, it would still serve as good research material.
Johnson waved at him from behind, holding a pinhole camera in his hand.
Ten minutes before the agreed time between the five countries, he used his Esper domain to tear open the connection between the monster's domain and reality, entering the monster's domain.
As soon as Johnson stepped into the monster's domain, he heard the sound of a massive battle.
Johnson immediately realized that the other three countries had formed a smaller alliance behind Dragon Country's back.
The reason they were ten minutes early was that Dragon Country had formed a similar smaller alliance behind their Dragon Country's back.
The justification was based on the information they had gathered – Qi Yuan from the Dark Nine, had unfathomable power and an incredibly short battle duration, so there was a small chance that they might not even get a grasp of the monster before it was defeated.
Dragon Country had already gathered enough information from the Shen City incident and, if their strength permitted, they were highly likely to pull such a move.
And Dragon Country's eagerness to organize other countries to support Sakura Island was suspicious.
In that case, they would have made a trip for nothing.
When dividing the spoils, one sentence like "the monster was killed by our Dragon Country" would allow them to take the lion's share as a matter of course.
By then, they wouldn't get much in spoils or information, and they would have even helped Dragon Country.
The four countries would essentially become laughingstocks.
But Johnson never expected that there were others wary of their Dragon Country.
His strength was evident; there was no way he could defeat the monster immediately.
So the answer was clear – they didn't trust Dragon Country, which was why they wouldn't act according to the time set by Dragon Country.
"Damn it!"
He cursed under his breath and rushed towards the battlefield.
On the way, Johnson encountered the Armored Man also heading to the battlefield. The two giants exchanged glances.
It was obvious which two countries had formed the smaller alliance.
...
A thick blackish-purple mist lingered in the monster's domain, like a curtain obscuring the situation within.
"Boom—"
A cursed energy slammed into a shield, emitting a deafening roar.
Saint Jeanna stood on a giant war chariot, the clash happening right above her head, yet she remained unafraid.
Behind her were countless Holy Knights.
The Holy Knights' bodies were masses of warmly glowing nothingness, with only their war horses and antiquated armor appearing real.
Within the area covered by the Holy Knights was a battlefield.
Saint Jeanna waved her flag, and they obeyed her command, firing a volley of arrows into the sky.
Countless golden-glowing arrows, unlike ordinary arrows, did not follow a parabolic trajectory but shot straight up towards the monster above.
The monster hovered in mid-air, appearing as an indistinguishable youth figure from the outside.
At first glance, it wore a black hooded robe, its body composed of floating lines of text with a hollow interior filled with blackish-purple mist swirling and churning within.
Upon closer inspection, the black hooded robe itself was also made of densely packed lines of text, just like its body.
Two blackish-purple flames flickered where its eyes should be.
Facing the volley of arrows, it didn't move its body.
Instead, the mist within extended outward, causing the text forming its outline to swell and distort...
Soon, it transformed into a spherical object, with countless lines of text encircling the blackish-purple misty sphere like rings around a planet.
The surrounding blackish-purple mist dispersed, condensing into a sturdy shield protecting the center.
As the mist scattered, the empty small town came into view.
The two figures on the ground, the Priest and Saint Jeanna, were also revealed.
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.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
