The arrangements left behind by the Crimson Lotus Organization were activated, the Soul Beast King was completely subdued, and the Breath Corridor returned to peace.

After all, with the golden rice paddy as cover, the commotion was minimal, and the surrounding monsters would mistakenly believe that the Soul Beast King had gone mad again.

The other three Heavenly Kings didn't sense anything was wrong either.

The three-headed dragon, however, seemed to have sensed something and built a spatial barrier outside the Poison Dragon Swamp to prevent Xiao Han from sneaking in to hunt.

However, with the Soul Beast King as a henchman, Xiao Han was very excited. He hugged Minnie and took advantage of her again, or teased her a few times as usual, and even got to drink milk... oh, I mean milk tea.

The Titans, carrying Titan City, thus found a new home for the time being.

So, some scouts and agents from the Middle Kingdom quietly entered the North to investigate the movements of the "Gluttonous Demon King".

Xiao Han rode the Great White Shark, deliberately leaving his tracks behind, taking them for a ride, like walking a dog, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the North, while they drank the cold wind and ate the frozen soil in the back.

According to the intelligence brought by the Serpent Priest, the Goddess of Night, whom he feared, was ambushed and fell into a deep sleep when she descended upon the Tower of Heras.

The watchtowers monitoring the entire Nordic region were rendered useless, and Xiao Han no longer needed to bring the Colossus. Perhaps they had moved.

Honestly, in cities where you can drive on highways, you really can do whatever you want!

...

Deslanca.

Qin Shuai changed into his school uniform, an exquisite combat uniform with a bauhinia flower embroidered on the chest. A confident smile appeared on his refined and easy-going face.

Because of the system's sudden appearance, and since he is a local, the possibility of his identity being exposed is extremely low, unless he is brain-dead and self-destructs.

They boarded an airship and, along with thousands of selected trainees, arrived at their destination.

Zijing College.

It turned out to be a floating island with a mechanical city built on it, full of technology and exuding a strong sense of modernity.

At a time of rapid population growth and increasingly scarce land resources, the emergence of levitation technology has solved this social problem.

Our wise ancestors also knew how to apply what they learned to other situations.

At sea, underwater, in monster lairs, in other dimensions, in void cities…

Apart from the dominant races, the land was filled with human flags.

Even with fierce resistance, they were pinned down by the gunboats, riddled with bullets, and then, driven by the obsession of the infrastructure-building maniacs, they were completely transformed inside and out to resemble their designs…

Even a once dangerous place has been transformed into a children's playground, and the local residents are charged an entrance fee.

That's really... amazing.

To this day, nearly 70% of Deslanca, including the ocean, has fallen into human hands.

Therefore, the wealthy, nobles, and powerful figures in the upper class all own their own floating islands.

Upon arrival at the college, we were assigned new dormitories.

Because Qin Shuai's group members, under the covert manipulation of mentors like Mo Chen, actually made it into the top five...

Yes, third place, extra 10,000 points.

The so-called points are actually the currency used for transactions within the academy.

Of course, after the exam, they got their electronic devices back, and Qin Shuai received a message from his family.

Qin Shuai gave a brief reply and then received their call.

On the other side of the conversation, there were also intense gunshots. It was unclear whether it was a home attack or someone else's family trying to seize someone else's territory.

Under the pressure of the single-plank bridge, he gained access to the original owner's memories, thus becoming indistinguishable from the original person and managing to deceive his mentors.

Over the past few days, Qin Shuai had been communicating with Xiao Han through a mental channel, often while he was sleeping at night.

For example, in order to earn points, he formed a group to draw comics, with ridiculously high profits, and he also hung out with senior students with strange fetishes, forming an operating team.

Deliverymen, neighborhood girls, aunts... they often create mindless plots that make people want to draw their swords and commit suicide. More than a dozen people have been drained and hospitalized, secretly marveling at the exquisite art style of this fair-skinned girl. It is truly a masterpiece.

For this reason, in addition to being named the Rookie King, Qin Shuai also secretly served as the King of Scripts. His unorthodox mentor, Yang Jian, strongly condemned him for not updating soon, otherwise they would discuss a big deal involving razor blades. Yang Jian was his number one fan.

In just a few months, it has spread beyond the academy, been published in print, and several companies have shown interest in film and television adaptations. It truly brings honor to the academy…

During the process, because one of the characters was based on Angelina Jolie, after it was exposed, Angelina laughed instead of getting angry, joined the doujinshi group, and even put Yanlong City in charge of an area.

Xiao Han: "...6"

There is also legitimate intelligence.

The forces under Valhalla are broadly divided into eight temples and four councils.

The eight great temples are the official institutions where heroes obtain their certificates: knights, mages, assassins, priests, warriors, archers, mechanics, and summoners.

The four councils—Eastern, Western, Northern, and Southern—each govern the four directions of a continent and guard its boundaries.

The hundreds of Hero Academies are there to send talents to these twelve official forces to assume positions and become the mainstay in resisting the demon army.

As for the headquarters of the Hall of Heroes, the most powerful force in the five continents, it is currently unknown.

Perhaps, it could be in the atmosphere.

...

Western Parliament.

"Bang!"

The teapot was smashed.

A middle-aged man in a noble robe, with an ordinary face and sharp, hawk-like eyes.

The surrounding councilors all lowered their eyes, their faces grim.

Previously, they had mocked the incompetence of the Eastern Parliament, but within a few months, they were targeted and attacked.

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