CompletedIn 4024, Earth fractured into five major pieces. Shen Zhaozhao transmigrated to the harshest garbage planet and was about to be captured as a breeder. To fight for a sliver of survival, she went to the garbage heap and picked up a man who was on the verge of death.
The garbage planet was about to explode. Shen Zhaozhao, a physicist and dynamicist in her past life, had no choice but to rig up a low-level spaceship with her bare hands and escape to the moon. This marked the beginning of her journey to conquer the solar system.
Her spaceship was upgraded time and time again, from a low-level spaceship to a god-level battleship. Yet, her team always consisted of only the three of them plus the little robot Wall-E. Shen Zhaozhao, relying on her understanding and application of space, became...
OngoingBai Xiao descended, looking up not only at this strange and magnificent world but also at the career modifier he had downloaded before transmigrating.
"Consume all experience from sub-professions [Biological Mech Engineer], [Secret Realm Scholar], [Special Hypnotist], convert them into a million potential points, and fully upgrade the main profession [Fighter]!"
"I... obtained the golden ultimate profession [God of Martial Combat]!"
In the world's largest urban cluster, on a night of heavy rain.
On the ground, countless murderers and fighters engaged in a life-and-death struggle. Massive metal mechs and biological armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and flames mingled, everything plunged into primitive violence and chaos.
At the top of the towering building, Bai Xiao stood silently in the dark rain, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His crimson eyes gazed downwards, restrained yet bloody, cold yet hiding madness.
He leaped down, his trench coat wildly flapping.
The God of Martial Combat descended upon the final battlefield!
A cold voice echoed across the city skyline.
"Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, then come and stop me..."
A bustling and extravagant modern city, a consumer era where entertainment reigns supreme.
Beneath seventy years of apparent peace lies another chaotic and bloody hidden world.
Fighters who mastered secret techniques of various styles, and murderers controlled by combat modes, engaged in a terrifying, unending struggle.
Metal mechs with terrifying energy, biological armors extracted from monster cells, a cruel struggle between old and new technologies unfolded.
In this era alienated by machinery and external objects, shouting out for power unique to humans might be an unimaginable romance...
Completed"Mr. Chen Mo, do you have any idea why the entire enemy force on the western front collapsed and fled?"
"Yeah, their commander-in-chief, that so-and-so Saint King, died."
"How did he die?"
"Suicide."
"Why did he commit suicide?"
"Who knows, I was having a good chat with him, and suddenly he slapped himself in the head and exploded."
"...What were you two chatting about?"
"Just normal topics, like the origin of the universe."
"...How long did you chat for?"
"A little over an hour."
"How long is 'a little'?"
"Six and a half days."
OngoingOld Man: "Do you wish for revenge?"
Young Man: "I was humiliated repeatedly by the strong, treated as worthless trash by my master. How could I not want revenge?"
The old man patted the youth’s head and sighed: "Good child, let me pass my powers to you."
The young man was shocked: "Senior! How can I possibly accept that?"
The old man extended his hand: "Give me your phone."
Staring at his phone in disbelief, the young man exclaimed: "Senior! Where did all this hundred years of cultivation come from?"
The old man smiled: "Good child, this is your backup power stored in the Heavenly Realm. From now on, you can withdraw it anytime in urgent situations. Never let anyone humiliate you again."
The youth frowned: "Isn’t this just a… 'Spirit Power Loan'? I’m worried…"
The old man reassured: "The Heavenly Realm is a trusted platform. New users get 30 days of interest-free borrowing for a hundred years’ worth of cultivation power. The daily interest rate is as low as half a day’s worth of power, far less than the time it takes to complete one cycle of breathing techniques."
...
Zhang Yu snorted and closed the ad.