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?"
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!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
