Volume One, Chapter 8: Such Craving for Power and Fortune

Several people rested their chins in their hands, deep in thought. The exhibition hall was silent, all thoughts of the food festival outside forgotten, as well as Black Heron's admonitions and teachings. When nothing but blank questions remained in their minds, a sudden, somewhat abrupt cough echoed from a certain corner.

The most crucial aspect was that this volcano was still active—an eruption could happen at any moment, and all living creatures should avoid it as much as possible.

“What Lord De said is true. Skills and experience are vital for survival. However, we cannot neglect teamwork, adaptability, and luck. After all, surviving on a deserted island means facing all sorts of unknown challenges and difficulties.”

Konaulo shrugged helplessly, and under Yu Lanyu’s expectant gaze, turned around and issued four hospital discharge slips.

Chu Yun weighed the feasibility of this idea. Not many resources were needed to hold a competition—the most important things were the rules, the rewards, and how to arrange the related processes.

“It’s very likely. The production team loves to throw in unexpected surprises or sudden pranks that catch everyone off guard.”

Taking advantage of a pause to sip her tea, Lin Qinghan glanced discreetly at Lin Yue’er, a flash of displeasure passing through her eyes.

Everyone felt an immense sense of relief—they had listened to the village chief and fled overnight. Otherwise, they would have been the ones caught now.

He drew a blade from the belt of the guard behind him, gripping it with both hands, determined to personally take Lin Chen’s head.

“Yes.” Seeing that Hu Fang was willing to help, Lin Chen finally softened his attitude toward him and bowed slightly.

But the gap between extraordinary individuals had also widened tremendously—so much so that it resembled the difference between a paper knife and a missile from the old era.

Yan Xixi turned to meet Sirze's complex expression, feeling more wronged than ever.

What surprised Yan Xixi was that the portrait of the Dark God bore no resemblance at all to the deity himself.

After all, the news of Wang Yibo’s house arrest at the Chen family estate was a secret; how could word of his death leak from his own lips?

At St. Freya Academy, having just finished her work, Theresa wished to relax, but was interrupted by an urgent call from the science department.

Jiang Qiao blinked, waiting for the bathroom door to close, then quickly turned off the bedside lamp and lay down.

Still, she could not fathom why the man had brought her to the military camp today, nor the purpose behind their sparring.

The next morning, as Jiang Ren pulled open the curtains to the sound of rain, he saw dark clouds outside and a torrential downpour.

As long as he remained, so did the Heavenly Way, and it would never allow the eldest princess—a being above its laws—to exist.

“Heh, just a spur of the moment decision. After all, the one killed wasn’t one of Dong Zhuo’s men. I figure he won’t care much for this Right Guli King, so what if he’s dead?” Liu Tianhao maintained an unaffected, inscrutable expression.

It was a grueling and lengthy process. By the time a millennium spirit crystal, brimming with energy and shimmering violet light, slowly emerged from her body, dawn had already broken.

Under the scornful gaze of Iwasa, Obito was the first to attack, veering around the jonin, launching the Uchiha’s unique throwing technique. With a casual flick, a dozen kunai soared toward Iwasa in chaotic arcs.

“All right, enough dawdling—let’s hurry back to the academy. If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late.” The two had been out for so long that it would be troublesome if someone came looking for them.

“I used to think the Zheng family’s troubles stemmed only from the third son, but it turns out the others are on his side, too. In the end, I’m the minority in my own family. Sigh, I’m old and useless now,” Old Zheng said, deeply disheartened.

“Brother Benchu, please inform the Grand General and the Cheqi General. If they do not trust me, let them report to His Majesty and relieve me of my command. The army under me will return to Luoyang.” Liu Tianhao spoke with the air of a man whose hopes had died.

On the sun-scorched street, Chen Feng brushed past a sailor hurriedly carrying a wine barrel, their elbows colliding. The sailor, delayed in completing his captain’s orders, cursed irritably.

Kakashi and Might Duy snapped out of their daze from Deidara’s exploits as a shady tour guide. Led by Obito, they all boarded the high-speed train bound for Konoha.

Li Yun, seeing Xie Jinfeng’s silence, realized his actions had been noticed. He smiled, then pulled Taguli away with him.

Meili mocked himself. Though he was as cunning as a rabbit with three burrows and not easily caught, he was indeed in peril—an undeniable fact. If his two cold-hearted brothers caught him again, he might never live to see another sunrise.

On the other end of the phone came a voice, utterly decisive, which reached his ears clearly.

He lay beside her, gently letting her lean close, and pressed a kiss to her forehead before closing his eyes.

Though her strength was waning, with the system’s support, Hualan managed to stand up, bracing herself against the palace wall.

He lifted his sword toward the heavens, and from the void above, a terrifying bolt of lightning descended, winding itself around the blade.

“That person appeared so briefly. We know nothing about him,” the Smiling Demon Sovereign sighed softly.

So many years had passed, yet her methods remained as scheming and manipulative as ever, always stirring whispers behind others’ backs.

Qisang understood. He was at fault, he’d gone too far, but there was nothing he could do—he had to abandon Chongling.