"Bang!"
The gunshot seemed like a harbinger. Despite the sparse crowd on the street, the ensuing chaos resembled a disaster movie. Some people couldn't help but scream at the top of their lungs, others pulled their companions while shouting "Run!", and some frantically knocked on nearby doors, begging for shelter...
Qi Yuan carefully analyzed the situation, realizing that the screams came not only from the street but also from nearby residents, who shrieked from their balconies before retreating inside.
As the crowd scattered, he stood out like a sore thumb, remaining motionless amid the chaos.
"Rat-tat-tat—"
Handguns no longer sufficed for the firefight, as the sound of heavy machine guns filled the air, their muzzle flashes illuminating the area ahead.
Qi Yuan spotted the mother and child from earlier, trembling and huddled together. The child had wet himself in fear and couldn't get up from the ground, while his mother struggled to drag him along, making slow progress.
As they blocked the path of panicked people, someone ruthlessly pushed them down.
The child's wailing revealed his regret, "Mommy, I'll never run out like this again!"
He couldn't help but cover his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. Crying loudly in such a situation was dangerous.
If he hadn't encountered them, the child might have gotten his mother killed.
"Get up."
Miya frantically covered her son Mendoza's mouth, nearly crying herself, but children's behavior is heavily influenced by emotions, and a sense of desperate suffocation surrounded her.
Suddenly, a cold yet melodious female voice rang out, and for some reason, Miya felt her emotions settle.
She looked up in bewilderment, searching for the source, and saw a cloaked woman walking past them toward the explosion site...
Miya realized that her son had stopped crying, and like her, was staring in the direction where the lady had gone.
Miya nervously called out in a soft voice, "Ma'am, it's dangerous ahead..."
Despite the lady's distinguished bearing, Miya didn't want her to get involved in danger, knowing that anyone who dared cause trouble in Santos's territory was no ordinary person.
Miya hated Santos but had to admit that paying protection money and following rules in his territory was far better than living in the chaotic areas.
However, the cloaked lady didn't respond and continued walking against the fleeing crowd.
As if infected by her presence, the fleeing people stopped to stare in her direction.
No one mocked or tried to stop her – the mother and child had already tried that.
Besides, their instincts told them this lady was powerful, and perhaps Santos would meet his match today.
"Who is she?"
Someone muttered under their breath.
Most people present didn't recognize her, as they were too busy trying to survive, but a small group of internet-savvy individuals couldn't help but speculate.
One person exclaimed, "That's the symbol of the organization with all SSS-level Superhumans!"
All eyes turned to him, suspecting he had stuttered and added two extra "S"s.
Even having all S-level members would be shocking enough – that was about the limit of what a nation could achieve with all its resources.
Noticing their skeptical looks, the person boldly shouted, "It's true! They're SSS-level Superhumans!"
Miya couldn't help but gape. Was that lady really that powerful? Even Santos was only S-level.
She had heard that major nations had SS-level Superhumans, but they were few in number.
...
After using her ability to calm the mother and child's emotions, Qi Yuan quickly reached the edge of the battlefield.
Both sides of the conflict quickly noticed this special presence and unanimously avoided Qi Yuan.
Someone appearing here without reason was either foolish or extremely powerful, and from their aura, no one believed it was the former.
Thus, a vacuum zone suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
Qi Yuan quickly surveyed the scene. Although she had arrived quickly, despite the machine guns and explosives, this was still just the prelude – the real game-changing Superhumans hadn't appeared yet.
Apart from some collapsed buildings and injured civilians who had fled, only the fighting factions remained.
She had sensed this outcome earlier, but seeing it in person still made her exasperated. Should she be impressed that this gang organization, even before the advent of supernatural abilities, had distributed emergency supplies to ordinary people?
They truly understood sustainable exploitation.
The news quickly reached Torres, Santos's subordinate who was in charge of this area.
"...A woman in a cloak, face unclear in the darkness..."
The subordinate's description made the experienced Torres break into a cold sweat. In their line of work, everyone knew who they could and couldn't mess with.
Cloaks had recently become extremely popular, with two powerful organizations setting the trend. Those wanting to hide their identities all chose such attire.
Even when copycats encountered the real deal, with masked individuals leaving no survivors among imitators, the black market sales of mask-wearing outfits kept rising.
The reason was simple – who dared to gamble whether they were facing the real thing or not?
In contrast, there were fewer imitators of the mysterious organization, as their members had all shown at least half their faces. Besides fans, few wore similar attire.
Thinking of the most likely possibility, as the shadow of death loomed over his head, Torres anxiously looked in the direction his subordinate had indicated.
His enhanced abilities as a Superhuman allowed him to clearly see that figure, and a chill ran through him. Torres immediately shouted, "Retreat immediately, we'll take this territory later!"
Whether she was real or fake didn't matter – they could reclaim the territory later, just with more effort, and his people could make amends through meritorious service.
But if she was real, even multiplying their combined strength by ten wouldn't be enough to match her power.
His subordinate had never seen Torres so terrified, almost screaming, his face red and neck veins bulging, spittle flying.
"Y-yes, sir!"
The subordinates, better equipped than government forces, immediately used their radios to relay the order.
Qi Yuan walked slowly across the battlefield, not just for show but to intimidate both sides.
However, planning to play for a day before dealing with the monster collaborating with the drug cartel, she needed to mark it first. If the SS-level monster received news and fled, she wouldn't be able to catch up.
So, when deciding to stop this firefight, she had used illusions to conceal several copies of herself leaving the scene.
She couldn't slow down her pace while waiting for her copies to relay information – just standing there would look foolish.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
