"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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
