What is this...
Smith and the other three felt their pupils constrict, an uncomfortable feeling lingering in their hearts. Everything within the domain was in an abnormal state.
They even saw abandoned drones emitting red light, darting across the ground.
No wonder all the detection equipment they sent out failed to capture the internal situation. For the first time since the Three Bamboo Monster had advanced to SSS-class, they were seeing the conditions inside its domain.
In this situation, they could already determine there were no survivors.
The collision of domains continued...
Faced with this bizarre and powerful domain, Qi Yuan frowned.
This was merely a corner of the Three Bamboo Monster's domain, crushing it wasn't an issue. He frowned because he was weighing whether to create a grand spectacle to share with the people of the world, or to simply crush through.
After brief consideration, he gave up on boosting his reputation.
Creating a grand spectacle by fighting with a corner of an SSS-class monster's domain would boost his popularity among the masses, but it would affect the monster's overall assessment of his strength. It would be better to let the SSS-class monster feel a strong threat, so that next time he went to find it, it could produce experience cards for him.
He forcefully consoled himself that the masses' support hadn't disappeared, but had been transferred to the future in some form.
Having made his decision, Qi Yuan no longer held back.
In an instant, the divine domain overwhelmed the chaotic domain with devastating force, annihilating the assimilated domain that served as its carrier.
Wherever the light reached, the domain shattered like fragile bubbles, disintegrating...
As the only few spectators, they blinked in disbelief.
Jeanna pinched herself hard and exclaimed with surprise, "God, look at what I'm seeing!"
Smith clenched his fist and shouted excitedly, "An SSS-class ability user! He must be an SSS-class ability user!"
The Priest kept making the sign of the cross, "Thank the Lord for His protection, humanity will ultimately triumph."
Though Smirnov didn't speak, he gripped his knife tightly. His personality restrained him from expressing his excitement.
The severe damage to its domain made the Flesh-Eating Queen Bee pause in its escape attempt, but it dared not stop, trying to flee with its domain to another space...
As it fled with its head down, its shadow grew shorter and shorter, gradually shrinking to a point beneath it, until even that point disappeared.
'Light?'
Its memory froze at the moment it turned back to look at the boundless divine light.
The Flesh-Eating Queen Bee's body, engulfed by the light, vanished in an instant, just like its domain earlier, dissipating into nothingness.
The S-class monsters that had been captured earlier died along with the disappearance of the Flesh-Eating Queen Bee.
At the same time, cultists all over New York City seemed to have been hit by a pause button, collapsing to the ground.
Trapped in a sealed car surrounded by cultists who suddenly all fell down, Cocker's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he exclaimed, "Daniel, look at what we're seeing!"
"Cocker, I can't see anything, you're pressing me down."
Daniel looked up at his father; he had been stuffed under the seat with the steering wheel above his head.
"Sorry, I forgot."
Cocker pulled his son up while saying, "Has the stupid government support finally arrived? I told you we could go home tomorrow or the day after."
He then gave Daniel a big smile and hugged him tightly.
His trembling hands revealed the excitement and joy of having survived a close call. He rested his head on Daniel's chest.
"Yes, Dad. But my head is touching the car roof."
"Oh, sorry."
Similar heartwarming scenes played out in various corners of New York City, with people embracing each other and crying, expressing their joy at escaping death.
However, this touching moment was interrupted by uninvited guests.
The search and rescue teams finally arrived belatedly, holding guns, dragging away cultist corpses, and cleaning up the scene.
The higher-ups had ordered that if there was any civilian unrest, they were to be treated as cultists and executed on the spot.
...
In a conference room inside the New York City Hall.
A fist slammed on the table, causing a loud noise.
"I appreciate his help, but what does he think he's doing, meddling in our country's affairs?"
The middle-aged man, dressed impeccably with every hair firmly fixed in place with gel, looked around the room with displeasure, his hawk-like gaze settling on Smith.
He suspected something was off about Smith's state, perhaps he had been controlled.
On the day the monsters were cleared, Smith had a old man's corpse brought back.
Just as they were rejoicing in their rescue, Smith told them that Linda was a traitor, and that the old man's corpse was Linda.
He also made a request that Linda's gravestone photo must be of her newly photographed elderly state.
This left them baffled - since when did memorial photos show closed eyes?
The subsequent autopsy report made everyone's hair stand on end - Linda's cause of death was natural causes.
Unless they were all trapped in an illusion, the unnamed person's illusory domain must have the ability to turn the virtual into reality.
In other words, if he wished, he could kill people invisibly at any time.
Most importantly, if he could age people through illusions, could he also make people younger?
This speculation drove all the dignitaries of Bitford Country crazy; they were too eager to stay in this world and enjoy all its glory and wealth.
The hastily convened meeting quickly reached a unanimous conclusion: they would offer Dragon Country generous compensation to thank them for their support, but the unnamed person also needed to make amends for Linda's death.
Smith kicked the table over on the spot, declaring that if they dared to make this decision, he would kill all the higher-ups.
Faced with the choice between future life and present life, they unhesitatingly chose the present, but Smith was marked as an uncontrollable individual by the higher-ups.
Noticing the middle-aged man's gaze, Smith snorted coldly, "I don't think he's interfering in Bitford Country's affairs. You knew the cultists couldn't possibly be alive, so why did you allow the police to randomly shoot a surrendering civilian? He saw it and saved someone in passing, what's the problem?"
"That civilian might not have been the Flesh-Eating Queen Bee's puppet, but could have been another cult follower. If they hadn't participated along with the terrorists, we wouldn't have discovered it so late," the State Governor said rapidly, then gestured towards the middle-aged man. "I think the Chief Accountant is right, this is interference in our country's affairs."
With someone taking the lead, others gradually expressed their agreement, the situation becoming one-sided.
As they spoke, they kept glancing at Smith's expression from the corners of their eyes. After all, Johnson had refused to participate in discussions about that person, and now only Smith was attending the meeting.
"Heh."
Hearing these people's arguments, Smith sneered, curling his lip and flaring his nostrils, a mocking smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.
"Smith, what do you mean?"
"He interfered, so what?"
Smith stood up, tossing the documents in his hand onto the table, and walked behind the State Governor's chair. "Just because you don't even dare to mention his name, you're still fantasizing about some unrealistic things."
He leaned down, supporting himself with one hand on the chair back, his sharp gaze boring into the State Governor as he spoke contemptuously.
"You old fossil, you don't want to die, and neither do I."
The State Governor's expression instantly became a rich tapestry of emotions. He wanted to stand up and slam the table, but Smith firmly held him in his seat.
"I think you gentlemen have misunderstood something."
Smith straightened up, spreading his arms. "If you have no value in governing the country, then why should I protect you?"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
