41 Self-Assigned Identity

They could only stare at the gray-white screen, watching the respawn countdown, overwhelmed by a deep sense of powerlessness as the crystal shattered.

Huang Ying also thought about checking out the cafeteria. During her college days, she had eaten at campus cafeterias, though her impressions of them were not particularly good.

As Ximen Qing and his two companions approached, the domestic servants and attendants tacitly cleared a path, allowing them to pass unhindered. These servants, mingling in the capital, were crafty and sharp; at a single glance, they could tell that the three men were not to be trifled with.

"Hu Qing! What on earth are you playing at? Such a wonderful program—wasn't it firmly agreed that it would be broadcast on our television station? What is wrong with you? Who authorized you to rebroadcast it arbitrarily?"

Yet, whenever any team underestimated this mysterious squad, they would inevitably face the threat of a complete upset.

"Could the blow to the Yun family be this immense just because the Demon King's life or death remains unknown?" Yun Che asked in astonishment.

With a hardened gaze and a backward step, Yun Che neither dodged nor evaded, instead meeting the incoming meteor hammer head-on with a sword strike.

"There's no need to go to such trouble! Come, let's go together! I've been meaning to check out the scenery along the Pearl River anyway!" Ye Chen said.

It had even completely obscured the aura of the Human Sovereign Realm, vanishing without a trace from the chaos, making it impossible for outsiders to locate this world. Why, then, had it suddenly appeared here?

The giant ape resting in the center of the valley suddenly raised its massive palm to shield its chest. Following a deafening crash, the colossal creature was sent flying by a visible ripple of shockwave.

Hearing Zhang Jing's slightly sarcastic tone, Lin Xiong knew she was deliberately saying it for him to hear. He had kept certain matters hidden from her over the past few days, so her anger was only natural.

Everyone was eager to see whether this young girl was actually capable of doing hard labor, so no one stopped her. To their surprise, the very first meal she cooked turned out to be exceptionally delicious, prompting even her father-in-law to lavish her with praise. Consequently, they dropped any further objections and allowed her to stay.

Thus, the three lords quietly trailed behind Su Chuan, desperately searching for any opportunity to cause him trouble.

The driver took the three brothers to school. Kindergarten was rather far away, and given Xu Jinpeng's advanced age and inability to drive, Huo Jinzhi had specifically hired a driver to take the children to and from school.

Realizing that nothing could be accomplished, Mike and Lin Fan let out sighs. It seemed their revenge would have to wait a little longer.

Hearing this, An Ziwen glanced at the others. Feeling she hadn't made all that great a contribution, she felt rather guilty even keeping custody of it.

Seeing the smug smile lingering at the corners of Hondo Eisuke's mouth, Li Xiaohui was consumed with frustration. However, noticing Conan tugging at the hem of his jacket, he decided to let the matter drop.

Looking at everyone's dazed expressions, Madam Zhang could not help letting out a soft cough, urging them to hurry up and eat instead of standing around with such looks on their faces.

Of course he knew the state of that wound; he simply didn't want to burden Su Rongrong with so much hardship. Yet he hadn't stopped her either, knowing her temper. If he had blocked her from searching for a water source at such a moment, leading to more deaths, he might well have become the village's ultimate sinner.

Sending Yan Lingyu out for practical training naturally required leaving for the outside world. The Nine Provinces were unsuited for him, and indeed the entire Azure Spirit Realm fell short.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed inwardly, but to deny feeling touched upon hearing such words now would be a lie.

Still believing that Huanhuan's life was in grave danger, the top assassin Ling wandered blindly through the Demon Spirit Prison for two days. Although he had slain dozens of lesser demon spirits, he caught sight of no one else.

Logging onto Mashiro's Twitter account, Himeyan clicked on the pinned post and anxiously perused the comments below.

The rarity and mystery of historical ship-girls led most naval admirals to hold overly fantastical expectations of them.

To clearly see that distance growing ever greater while remaining entirely powerless to stop it—could there possibly be anything more tragic in this world than that?

"I might as well go chat with Kasumishi." Murmuring this to himself, he realized his current social circle consisted entirely of real-life acquaintances, making it rather awkward to speak as freely with them as he did with online strangers, since doing so could easily tarnish his image.

Zdarse knew very well in his heart that any such thought occurring to him would surely occur to Quinn as well, not to mention the other naval admirals and even the ship-girls themselves.

At this, Ao Guang and his two companions were deeply unsettled. The entire Three Realms had been buzzing with speculation over the release that day, with everyone desperate to know what had transpired. Yet the gods and demons remained tight-lipped, and try as anyone might, no information could be gleaned.

Huang Rong found it somewhat difficult to reconcile herself with Guo Jing's deference—or rather, his rustic and honest demeanor.

Therefore, Zhang Xiu leveled the spear in his hand, greeted Liu He, and rode straight out before the two battle lines. Without a single word, he thrust his spear directly toward Li Cunxiao's chest.

Two rows of soldiers stood arrayed before the gate, with a pair of men stationed at the very front of the city wall. Although Cao Cao had yet to see them clearly, he was already certain in his heart that these two must be Jia Xu and Zhang Xiu respectively.

"Get out of the way!" Zhao Ya grabbed a mop from behind her and fiercely struck Huang Yang in the stomach.

The missing arm had begun to undergo bizarre changes at the shoulder joint, where a cone-shaped limb was sprouting right from the stump.

For a moment, that mountain range grew lively once more. Several hundred people had previously been trapped inside the War King's Tomb, lingering either in the first, second, or third trials. Having suddenly materialized here all at once, everyone stood frozen in place.

After finishing the inspection, Yatsuri seemed to have recalled something; instead of heading up to the fourth floor, she turned and hurried back downstairs...

Even though the information showed that Yun Shiyi was merely a sixth-rank martial artist, how long ago was that information from?

In the pre-apocalyptic era, interviews requiring upfront application fees were universally recognized as shell companies and blatant scams. Yet in the harsh reality of the current apocalypse, such practices had somehow become commonplace.