Systemless Villain

Chapter 169 The Golden Ascension

Long Tian's voice echoed cold and ruthless, "Now, what will you bestow upon me?" as he held Qin Chen's heart.

The relentless rain soaked him, adding to the cruel scene. Without a moment's hesitation, he began to consumed Qin Chen's heart.

Every bite echoed with thunder's ferocity and the escalating downpour. Once white, lightning turned black, resonating across the vast expanse of the sky.

Blood oozed from Long Tian's mouth, a gruesome aftermath of devouring Qin Chen's heart. He had now fully consumed it.

He stared at his hands, sensing a peculiar energy infiltrating his body, coursing through his veins.

With each passing second, accompanied by thunderous roars in the sky, a surge of power enveloped him.

Without a moment's hesitation, he sat cross-legged, closing his eyes.

In this state, his consciousness shifted to the spiritual ocean—an expansive sea under a galaxy-filled sky, colossal black pillars seemingly supporting the entire cosmic expanse.

Yet, above the center of this ocean, turbulence with a golden hue manifested. As moments unfolded, the golden shade intensified, morphing into an unidentified object.

Gradually, the object took on the form of a serrated golden disk, continuously spinning.

However, its dimensions expanded ceaselessly, maintaining an endless rotation.

Crack!

Abruptly, it collided with one of the pillars, causing cracks on its surface. Given its dark composition, the pillar could self-repair.

However, the disk continued enlarging, its rotation accelerating, eventually slicing through the pillar and preventing any self-repair.

Its size reached immense proportions, shattering three additional pillars.

Beyond the spiritual sea, Long Tian's eyes bled, his body writhing in pain. Yet, he maintained an eerie calmness, allowing the excruciating process to unfold.

Within the spiritual ocean, the golden disk continued its expansion, but two black dragons soaring through space resisted its influence. They flew toward the disk, circling it in opposite directions.

As they soared, the dragons emanated dark energy, impacting the disk and seemingly impeding its rotation.

Simultaneously, the dragons absorbed the golden energy from the disk, assimilating it into their formidable forms.

More than ten minutes elapsed, and the golden disk diminished in size, its rotation slowing.

In the subsequent moment, the disk surged with golden light, a resounding "FLASH!" echoing across, imprinting a golden pattern on innumerable pillars.

The light gradually subsided, revealing the golden disk spinning steadily at the heart of the spiritual ocean.

Meanwhile, in the realm of reality, Long Tian opened his eyes, his body ablaze with the same golden aura as Qin Chen.

A wicked grin etched across his face. "So, the teleportation disk was indeed a spiritual entity? Now, I need not fear death any longer," he declared with a malevolent satisfaction.

Having eliminated Qin Chen, his curiosity about the rewards intensified. Obtaining the teleportation disk was, unsurprisingly, the outcome.

Long Tian tightened his fist, relishing the sensation of the golden aura within his grasp. His grin widened, "This golden aura... I wonder if I've officially become a protagonist? Hahaha, I eagerly anticipate what unfolds next," he uttered with a sinister amusement.

His words resonated with thunder echoing in the sky. The golden aura symbolized divine favor, and with Qin Chen, the world's protagonist, extinguished.

Now, whether a new protagonist would emerge or Long Tian himself would ascend to that role remained an impending revelation.

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The overcast sky persisted, and the rain showed no signs of stopping, spreading even wider to Tianhai and Shanghai, showering the sandy areas. Everything remained shrouded in darkness, especially as the electricity had completely gone out.

In this moment, Long Tian's gaze fixated on the lifeless body of Qin Chen lying on the ground, his head severed from his body.

Then, he raised his hand, and his fingertips crackled with electricity. With a cold stare, he brought his hand down, and lightning descended from the sky, striking the remaining fragments of Qin Chen's body.

Bang!

A loud sound echoed from the lightning. However, Long Tian didn't stop and continued showering Qin Chen's body with more lightning, creating repeated "Bang!" sounds.

Long Tian's expression remained cold and cruel; he wouldn't leave any trace of Qin Chen behind.

After several lightning strikes, he ceased and gazed at Qin Chen's remains, now unrecognizable, his body charred and burned to nothing.

"Now, I can leave in peace," he muttered.

With that, wings of darkness unfurled from his back, and he leaped high, flying back towards his villa.

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In a sprawling villa in Shanghai, Zhou Jun engaged in a rigorous training session with a middle-aged man of imposing stature, his muscular form standing at an impressive 195cm.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

The rhythmic clashing of wooden swords reverberated through the expansive backyard, a symphony born from the intensity of their collaborative training.

Seizing a strategic opening, Zhou Jun executed a swift thrust with his wooden sword, striking the chest of the middle-aged man and causing him to gracefully descend to the ground.

To the surprise of onlookers, rather than displaying frustration, the middle-aged man radiated genuine satisfaction. "Very impressive, young master. Your talent is truly extraordinary. You've not only grasped but mastered the sword techniques I've imparted to you," he commended.

Zhou Jun reciprocated with a warm smile and extended his hand, assisting the middle-aged man in rising from the training ground. "Your guidance has been invaluable," he acknowledged.

"Yeah, but still, your talent is above average. I am convinced that you stand as the most brilliant in the entire empire. Our Zhou family is undeniably blessed by the heavens," proclaimed the middle-aged man with a sense of pride.

Receiving this acknowledgment, Zhou Jun merely smiled and shook his head in modesty. "Alright, I believe we've concluded our training for today. I'll retire to my room now," he said.

"Rest well, young master," the middle-aged man offered his parting words.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Zhou Jun strolled away from the verdant backyard, making his way back into the welcoming confines of the villa.

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The cascading water from the shower drenched Zhou Jun's body, imparting a profound sense of tranquility to both his mind and physique.

Nearly a week had elapsed since his transmigration into this world. With no discernible purpose, his days had been consumed by relentless practice. However, the monotony was disrupted when the system, just yesterday, heralded the arrival of a new protagonist, Chu Feng, kindling a renewed sense of excitement within him.

He turned off the shower, stepping out of the bathroom with a towel draped around him.

Upon entering his room, his gaze instinctively gravitated toward the window, where the brooding overcast sky loomed, punctuated by repeated strikes of lightning.

As he observed the play of lightning, a sudden recollection of a skirmish in Tianhai a few days prior surfaced in his mind. The encounter with a peer proved to be a challenging experience, culminating in his failure to monopolize a coveted sand crystal.

Shaking off the memory, he refocused his attention on the window, where raindrops began to trace delicate paths.

"It seems like there's going to be a storm. I suppose there's no need to attend school today," he mused to himself.

Proceeding to the wardrobe, he donned casual attire. Presently, he held the status of a senior student at the Martial Arts High School in Shanghai, an institution specialized in the martial arts discipline.

About to exit his room, Zhou Jun's steps came to an abrupt halt as he suddenly sensed something.

Turning around, he spotted a man in his 40s with a firm and rather handsome face standing near the window.

Zhou Jun's expression conveyed displeasure. "Uncle Ji, how many times have I told you? Don't just enter my room as you please," he complained.

The man before him, none other than Xiong Ji, his bodyguard, remained composed. "Young master, you previously instructed me to meet you directly once I completed the task, and here I am," he said.

"Yes, but you could have waited for me downstairs," Zhou Jun responded.

"Alright, I apologize. Now, I've got what you asked for. All the information is here," Xiong Ji said, handing over a file.

Zhou Jun accepted the file, containing three documents.

As he delved into the documents, a grin etched across his face. The files held intricate details about individuals bearing the name Chu Feng.

Xiong Ji, perceptive of Zhou Jun's satisfaction, couldn't help but inquire, "Young master, if I may ask, do you have a grievance with this Chu Feng person?" His tone resonated with curiosity.

"Well, you could say that," Zhou Jun replied with a nod.

"Then, spare yourself the trouble of getting your hands dirty; allow me to take care of Chu Feng for you," Xiong Ji suggested.

"No need, Uncle Ji; I'll confront him on my own. However, I might require your assistance in certain matters later on," Zhou Jun stated.

Xiong Ji nodded, "Just summon me, young master, and I'll assist you in whatever you need," he affirmed.

"Alright, you can go. I need some time alone now," Zhou Jun said.

With a nod, Xiong Ji silently exited through the window, vanishing without a word.

Observing Xiong Ji's departure, Zhou Jun promptly redirected his focus to the files. Seated at his study desk, he eagerly opened the dossier.

"Now, I shall uncover you, Chu Feng!"