In the middle of a vast meadow near the valley, Coil stood alone, his presence solitary against the expansive landscape. The long-haired man, a newcomer to the scene, was intently examining the corpse of Night Swift, a renowned hunter whose death was shrouded in mystery."This is gikla," Coil remarked gravely, his eyes fixed on the large figure of Night Swift lying motionless on the ground.The crisp morning air, once refreshing, had turned cold and oppressive, as if it were laden with the heavy weight of the unsolved mystery.Before Coil was the lifeless body of Night Swift. The hunter, famed for his prowess, had evidently lost his life in a fight that was anything but fair. The scene spoke volumes of the brutality and imbalance of the struggle.From Night Swift's mouth, a fine mist continually seeped out, adding a layer of mystery and eeriness to the already somber atmosphere.Surveying the battlefield, Coil noted the traces of a fierce skirmish not far from where he stood. The evid
That night, the sky opened wide, illuminating the world below with the radiant glow of a magnificent full moon.In the center of a secluded field, a half day's journey from the nearest village, the air was thick with an almost palpable tension.Black shadows encircled the area - assassins garbed entirely in black, standing tall like ancient statues, silently awaiting orders.In the heart of the circle, two figures faced off. Lucas, the warrior with long, black hair flowing in the night breeze, his eyes sharp and piercing, his stance erect and battle-ready.Opposite him stood the Bata Red Rat, a legendary, ruthless assassin, renowned for his rat-head mask that lent him a mysterious and terrifying aura."Lucas, your bravery surprises me. I didn't expect you to show up," whispered the Bata Red Rat, his voice hoarse and laced with malice, cutting through the night's silence."I'd have thought you'd run back to your mother by now," mocked the Bata Red Rat, his cruel joke echoed by the laug
Lucas sat up, his back leaning against the cold, rough wall, absorbing the exhaustion that had seeped into every fiber of his body. The fatigue wasn't just physical; it pervaded his very soul, as if every bone was screaming for rest."Ugh, this is really a terrible fight," he muttered wearily.Ever since Lucas had been reincarnated into this world, this was the first time he had faced such an intense battle. It was what they called a life and death battle, a struggle where lives were precariously balanced on the edge.Beside him, Aline appeared outwardly calm, but Lucas knew that this was merely a facade, barely concealing the tumult of emotions she was experiencing. Her usually cheerful face was now composed, mirroring the semblance of peace she had managed to muster after enduring days of unimaginable terror.Lucas sighed, his gaze drifting to the ceiling of the dimly lit room. "We're safe, Aline," he whispered, his voice a blend of reassurance and hope, directed as much to himself
In the oppressive silence that now engulfed the immense crater, Coil stood, his gaze fixed amidst the debris of the fierce battle that had just concluded. His breaths, labored and uneven, echoed in the stillness, a stark reminder of the ferocious conflict he had endured.A chill, moist breeze meandered through the area, its touch probing the lacerations on his battered skin. He exhaled deeply, surveying the desolate landscape that lay before him."That giant spider... it's finally down," he whispered, his words barely audible, lost in the overwhelming quiet that dominated the scene.Yet, this triumph brought no sense of joy. Coil's fists tightened, each moment of the grueling fight replaying in his mind. It had been an unexpected, brutal struggle, far from the one-sided affair one might have anticipated against such a beast.Disgusted, Coil spat, his saliva tinged with blood from an injury inside his mouth.Surrounding him were the fallen forms of his bodyguards, individuals who had g
Lucas strides unsteadily, his feet barely making a sound on the cold tiles of his in-laws' house, where he had just returned from a long journey. He was in search of a rumored artifact, a quest undertaken not only by him but by others as well. However, like those before him, Lucas came back empty-handed.As Lucas entered the spacious living room, the echo of his steps announced his presence.His father-in-law was already there."How was it?" he asked."Father-in-law, I failed. There are no artifacts there," Lucas replied."I see," his father-in-law said, not with disappointment, but with a hint of regret. This had been Lucas's chance to make a name for himself in the cultivation world.Lucas had long been considered unworthy, and this journey was supposed to refute those rumors and restore some honor to the Stromwind family, tarnished by having a son-in-law deemed as 'trash'.Just then, a beautiful woman with flawless white skin entered the room. It was Luna, Lucas' wife, her presence
The wind blew gently, swirling among the green valley where the Sun Treading Sect resided, a sect that was not very large, but quite prosperous. In the distance, the mountains stood tall, silent witnesses to the tranquility that had long been the essence of the valley.However, that tranquility was abruptly disrupted. Clouds of dust billowed in the distance, and the rumbling of horses' hooves began to resonate, piercing the serene silence."All hands on deck! Today we will show the Sun Treading Sect that their days of glory are over!" shouted the leader of the invaders.Enter the Third Leg Sect, a rival faction on par with the Sun Treading Sect in strength, but recently known for its aggressive tactics. It was as if the Third Leg Sect had gained the support of a mysterious, powerful ally.At the forefront stood Goba, the notorious leader of the Third Leg Sect and the one who had earlier incited his followers. His eyes were sharp and cold, piercing through the air as if unraveling ever
At the edge of the city, where the wind carried a refreshingly distinctive scent, there was a residence that stood out from the rest. It was the home of the Ironfist family, a grand mansion that stood proudly, defying both time and weather with its walls built from unique boulders. Each stone was intricately carved with symbols that narrated the family's storied history—emblems of the strength and resilience that had coursed through their bloodline for generations.Inside this imposing house, in a spacious room filled with meticulously selected furniture and walls adorned with paintings of ancestral figures, Lorrick Ironfist, the young master of the family, was deep in contemplation. "My technique stops here," he whispered to himself. Despite his many attempts, he had yet to advance to the next realm of martial arts.The room was softly illuminated by the glow of scented candles, aiding Lorrick's meditation. With his eyes closed and his brow furrowed, he seemed to be grappling with a
The wind rustled gently in the waning twilight, sending a chill that seeped deep into the bones. On the dusty streets, a woman limped along, her body marred with cuts and bruises. The sun set slowly, painting the sky in hues of orange and red, yet the woman had no time to admire its fading beauty.She was a disciple of the Treading Sun Sect, having narrowly escaped the turmoil that had erupted at her training grounds. "I need to get to the Stromwind family's house," she whispered to herself. Her sole objective was clear: to seek the Stromwind family's aid in saving her beleaguered sect, now teetering on the brink of collapse.But misfortune is not bound by time. Already injured, the woman soon faced a new threat. Her faltering steps halted as she encountered two bald, muscular men blocking her path. Recognizing that the scarred girl was a stranger in these parts, they saw an opportunity to exploit her vulnerability.They approached her with predatory smirks, eyes gleaming with opportu
In the vast expanse of the world, civilization had reached new heights. It was a time of prosperity and growth, but it was also a time of great conflict. Two powerful factions of cultivators had arisen, each claiming dominion over the land and its inhabitants. And so, the stage was set for an epic battle that would determine the course of history.The armies clashed with a fury unmatched by any before them. A hundred thousand souls lay scattered across the battlefield, their lives extinguished in an instant. Limbs were severed, heads rolled, and bodies were crushed beneath the weight of steel and magic. The air was filled with the screams of the dying and the cries of the victorious.And yet, amidst all the chaos and destruction, there stood a lone tree upon a hill. Its branches stretched out like arms reaching for the heavens, and atop those branches sat a man named Lucas and his seven followers, along with their seven wives. They watched the carnage unfold below them, their faces im
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows on the parched ground. Lucas stood alone amidst the solitude, surrounded by his loyal followers. His eyes gazed at the horizon, taking in the sight of the toxic land that would soon become their new home.The place was vast, but devoid of any living creature except for the oddly glowing shrubs. The vegetation seemed alive yet strangely eerie.With a flick of his wrist, he summoned lightning, watching as it curved through the air before striking the peak of a distant mountain. The impact shook the earth beneath them, kicking up clouds of dust."That will do," he said, turning around to face his companions. Among them were seven beautiful women, each possessing extraordinary strength and power. They were all semi-goddess wives of Lucas. Beautiful, sexy women.Luna, one of Lucas' many wives, stepped forward from the group. Her mesmerizing eyes sparkled with mischief when she spoke. "Are you sure about this, my love? This place is filled w
The sun had set several hours ago, and now the moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light over the vast expanse of land belonging to the Crimson Jade clan. Inside their ancestral home, deep within one of the rooms of their youngest member, Coil, is where Lucas found himself, having been invited by Coil for a highly tempting offer. As they sit facing each other, Lucas didn't waste any time getting to the point. "Coil," he began softly, "I understand that your family's house holds many treasures. I'm curious - is there anything specific you seek?" It seemed like Lucas was ready to start his plan now. His goal clear, he wanted to revive the Heavenly Demon associated with the Crimson Jade clan and then kill it later on. Initially, Coil appeared surprised by Lucas' bold question. But after some time, he leaned back into his chair and took a deep breath. "Yes, there are indeed valuable items hidden behind these walls," he admitted. "However, I must stress that those things do not b
At night, he descended to the Crimson Jade residence, where a tense atmosphere filled the air. Lucas was in Coil's room.Lucas had a plan on his mind; his gaze seemed to see through everything around him. This young man clearly felt something there."Coil," said Lucas and suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He became wary when he sensed an unpleasant presence lurking nearby."Coil," Lucas spoke seriously, "there is an impostor approaching us."Clearly startled, Coil didn't sense anything amiss. However, the youngest son of the Crimson Jade family immediately believed Lucas. Coil remembered how Lucas fought and defeated Night Swift beforehand. That was an epic battle that Coil himself doubted could have been achieved by any ordinary human being."Lucas, can you defeat them?" asked Coil nervously.Despite her arrogance, she wanted to know if Lucas would dare face off against them. If not, Coil already prepared to escape with their teleportation artifact."It will be easy," whispered Lucas.N
Coil had been away from the Crimson Jade compound for many days, seeking adventure and fortune as a cultivator Now, he finally returned, bringing along his trusted companion, Lucas.Yes, Coil trusted Lucas because he believed that he could utilize Lucas for his purposes. However, what Coil did not realize was that Lucas seemed to have his own agenda in mind.Indeed, how could Lucas ever forgive such an evil man? Certainly, lucas would plan a fitting and poetic revenge against the Crimson Jade family. As they approached the imposing gates of the family estate, Coil couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation.This man knew that if his family discovered that he had a powerful ally like Lucas, his father, being the patriarch of the Crimson Jade family, would undoubtedly commend him. Consequently, the competition to become the next family heir would likely shift in Coil's favor.However, these hopes were nothing more than mere speculation on Coil's part, as something enti
The village sky was aglow with golden rays that morning, casting a serene light on the path where confident steps moved with purpose. In front of a quaint house, a man with shoulder-length white hair, which shimmered like spun silver in the sunlight, gently knocked on the door. His appearance, marked by the ethereal glow of his hair, endowed him with an aura of mystery.Inside, the sound of footsteps grew closer until the door swung open, revealing a puzzled Aline. Her face, marked by confusion yet strikingly beautiful, mirrored the surprise and curiosity at the sight before her. Her eyes, wide and inquisitive, scanned the figure on her doorstep."Who are you, and what brings you here?" Aline inquired, her voice laced with caution yet striving for politeness.In this unexpected moment, Aline's surprise was natural; she did not recognize Lucas, who stood before her, his presence in her timeline unforeseen. Yet, there was a slight smile on Lucas's face, a hint of warmth in his demeanor
Lightning thundered across the sky, illuminating Moncik's face with blinding white light. Around him, the earth trembled and burst open, with flames engulfing Tikus Biru, his subordinate, who desperately tried to evade the onslaught."Argh!" Blue Rat screamed, his body aflame. Nearby, White Rat, the female assassin, faced similar agony.This scene was a one-sided massacre, making Lucas's claim of godhood seem justified. The display of Lucas's power was truly fearsome.Moncik dodged frantically, as if his life depended on it, trying to escape the lightning that Lucas seemed to command at will."Ah, Hell Rat, Hell Rat assassins, you really are like rats. Why don't you just scurry back into your holes?" Lucas taunted.This spectacle gave Lucas a perverse thrill, realizing how easily he could manipulate the villains who had once caused him so much trouble.It was akin to a dragon toying with a group of slow-moving rabbits; their survival hinged solely on Lucas's mercy to not end their liv
Lucas stepped into the White Swan Pavilion with a confident stride, determined to resolve the lingering threats that loomed over them. His urgency stemmed from a stark realization: the world had teetered on the brink of destruction twice before, and Lucas, having failed to protect it on both occasions, was adamant about preventing a third catastrophe.As Lucas surveyed his surroundings, his heightened consciousness allowed him to perceive beyond the ordinary; he could even see through walls, searching for his quarry. In a private room, he found Lorrick of the Ironfist family, indulging in luxury, surrounded by opulent beverages and entertainers. Lucas paused momentarily outside, observing Lorrick with a faint smile."Lorrick, you will face your end once more," Lucas murmured softly, his movement swift and silent as the breeze. His mastery in cultivation had elevated him beyond mortal confines, enabling him to effortlessly approach the private room's entrance.Without a moment's delay,
The sky was still dark when Lucas stood outside, his breath visible in the chilly morning air. He had just been forcibly ejected, the loud bang of Luna's gate closing behind him still echoing in his ears, a consequence of last night's debacle.This felt like déjà vu, yet Lucas was acutely aware that he had successfully re-entered the flow of time, seizing the opportunity to start anew.Suddenly, Lucas's expression shifted from calm to one of realization as he noticed a profound change within himself. His normally jet-black hair had transformed, now turning white with the tips glowing a faint gray—a clear indication that he had achieved something remarkable: he had traveled back in time."I'm back..." he whispered to himself, his gaze fixed on the gate that had just spurned him.Determined, Lucas approached and knocked on the gate gently yet firmly. "Open up, it's me, Lucas," he announced, adopting a different strategy this time.Lucas was resolved; his plan was to eliminate any threat