Origin Paradise!

"Then what are you waiting for here?"

Mirai Kamishiro reluctantly got up, a tuft of her short brown hair sticking up and falling down listlessly. She thought her senior was going to show off her cooking skills, but she didn't expect him to be sarcastic.

The conference room is fully equipped with all the necessary facilities, including a large lounge for the staff, restrooms, a kitchen, and even a small artificial hot spring and tea bar.

Because they were so bored, Wuhe dragged Zhuang Ya into playing Void cards. Now that the season has been updated, many cards have changed.

"Boss, you've become a three-cost card."

"The bond is the emperor and calamity."

Wuhe picked up a Q-version card. The young man had long platinum hair casually tied up, and his dark red trench coat was sharp and sophisticated. However, because the overall style of the card was too Q, he seemed to have no murderous intent.

"Cute," Zhuang Ya said crisply.

Jiang He frowned. "The Prophecy Star is truly despicable."

Generally speaking, for non-battlefield factions of overlords and powerful forces, without the protection of a great power in the boundless void, using this card set is tantamount to revealing their existence in the dark forest, with unknown risks.

Because of his origin, he wasn't worried about high-ranking beings descending directly and assassinating him without warning, but the image designed by the Prophecy Star was truly beyond words.

Whoosh!

A sharp arrow swept across half the campus, accurately piercing through a window before finally striking a tabletop. At the tip of the arrow was wrapped a note with bold, vigorous handwriting.

"To the Colorless Sovereign."

"In the battle, we players are merely cannon fodder. I, the Red Gentleman, sincerely invite you to a duel. The victor will claim the coordinates. If I am defeated, the final player will cease all pursuit. Let this battle decide the outcome to avoid implicating countless others."

Wuhe glanced at the contents and scoffed, "What era are we living in? There are still challenge letters now, boss. I don't think this guy can represent all the End Players. Even the so-called Red Gentleman might not be the real person."

Jiang He nodded, directly activating the power of destiny.

On the note, an almost transparent thin line appeared, stretching across the window and into the distance.

The connection between one's own handwriting and the writer is exceptionally close; fate can easily lock onto the target.

Jiang He pulled out a silver spear, and the line of fate spread out from the tip of the spear, then solidified into a physical form, just like a fishing rod and a fishing line.

Whoosh!

Jiang He cast his line, and the line of fate suddenly receded. A figure struggled to follow, crashing through the French windows and hitting the ground.

The elder brother was dazed and confused from the falls. The resilience of the destiny line created by power is unimaginable; it is something that a normal peak-level golden man could not easily contend with.

"Everyone, please listen to me!"

The elder brother, Ling, struggled to his feet, his face showing some panic. He had never expected that the defenders of the coordinate town would possess such miraculous abilities. He regretted not drafting the challenge letter for the White Dragon Group.

no answer.

Several pairs of eyes, including Zhuang Ya's, looked at her as if she were a dead person.

The elder brother's smile was slightly bitter. He knew that he would have few opportunities to speak, and time was running out.

"I can take control of the White Dragon Group for you all. With your strength, Overlord, you don't need attendants to fight. But in terms of daily support, hunting trips, or dealing with minor troubles from End Players, having servants would certainly make things easier."

Unfortunately, Jiang He shook her head.

"You can not."

The elder brother's face turned deathly pale.

Jiang He said, "Whoever comes to you will take control of the White Dragon Group for you. During this period, you can only be a prisoner. In addition, White Dragon needs to go out to hunt corpse beasts every day."

The power of destiny begins to take effect.

A small, black, deadly sword appeared at Jiang He's fingertips.

He separated the fate of the peak speed-type beast from himself and then activated the time loop.

Once everything is restored, Jiang He will transfer the fate that was stripped away onto himself. As a result, it is expected that six more peak-level raging beasts will eventually fall into his hands. However, although fate is predetermined, human effort is still required. Without the entanglement of cause and effect, it may take ten or even a hundred years.

The combined effect of the power of fate, the spell of death, and the ring of time is absolutely comparable to that of a complete legendary secret technique.

[Hint: You have created the legendary arcane technique, Destiny—Predestined, Obtained Again]

"For those of equal rank and below, what they have obtained can be obtained again. The degree of effort is related to the specific time it takes to obtain it. The prerequisite for hiding is that the goal must exist."

Jiang He remained calm. Power was merely the foundation; how to apply it required the monarch to develop it. He had obtained the power of destiny, and it was certainly not just for show. After continuing to wield it through three tribulations, the secret technique of destiny was born.

"Boss, you used the Time Ring once." Wuhe reminded him nervously, as the number of times he used it was a matter of life and death for his boss.

"Let's not ask that question for now." Jiang He raised her hand and pointed upwards, which, for a monarch, corresponds to the position of the sword of power.

"It seems inappropriate to keep the name 'White Dragon Group'," Wuhe said, relieved.

“The Bright Society, the Bright Sect, or something else,” Jiang He said casually. “It’s just a name, nothing serious.”

Wuhe's face stiffened involuntarily. The organization's name, with the prefix "light," sounded like a place for bad people, giving the higher-ups a sense of inevitability that they were destined to live a life of filth and despicable behavior.

On the ground, the elder brother Zero breathed a sigh of relief, at least he had survived. But the next moment, a sharp pain suddenly surged up. A thorn fell from the ceiling, wrapped around the elder brother Zero's neck, and hoisted him up.

Bring them to justice!

“Your Excellency!”

“Sealing and imprisoning, the treatment prisoners deserve,” Jiang He said. His thorny hand contained the power of law magic and amber magic, making it most suitable for imprisoning criminals.

Swish swish!

Several more thorns transformed into spears and pierced through his body, forming shackles from head to tail. The elder brother, Zero, couldn't help but roar in sorrow. Unfortunately, there might be some who could escape from the hands of the overlord of the era, but they were definitely not normal gold.

Chapter 540 Private High School

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the conference room door.

Mirai Kamishiro emerged from the makeshift kitchen, casually removing her little kitchen skirt as she opened the door.

Outside the door stood a young woman with a slightly pale face, dressed in a black and white nun's habit that made her look extremely solemn. Beneath the silk-like fabric, her curves were beautiful. She had a cold yet beautiful face, but at this moment, it contained a hint of worry.

“I am a battle nun, and I have come to find my brother,” said the younger sister, Jiu, resolutely.

"Um...who is your brother?" Mirai turned around following the newcomer's gaze, only then noticing the young man hanging by the French windows, half-dead. She had been busy preparing dinner and hadn't noticed him at all.

"I don't have the final say, and I have other jobs to do. Good luck to you." Mirai Kamishiro spread her hands, indicating that she was just a nobody, and then turned and went back to the kitchen.

The younger sister, Jiu, took a few steps forward with difficulty, looked up at the young man beside the table. He smelled strongly of alcohol, and the wine jugs on the table exuded the fragrance of brewing plants.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up: "Please return my brother to me. I am willing to pay any price for it."

Wuhe rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "When humans of your gender talk about the so-called cost, they usually only mean one thing, right?"

The elder brother, Ling, had already fainted, and his wound was still bleeding profusely. The younger sister, Jiu, could not bear to look any longer and lifted her skirt high.

Feeling deeply humiliated, she said, "Is this enough to prove my sincerity?"

Unfortunately, none of the three people present showed any interest.

Jiang He snapped his fingers.

Bang!

The thorns around his brother Ling wriggled wildly, waking him from excruciating pain, but the torture, which was beyond his endurance, plunged him back into unconsciousness.

A single, glistening tear rolled down the corner of Jiu's eye. As her black and white nun's habit fell to the ground, her jade-like body was revealed.

"I am willing to serve any evil."

"You think you can redeem someone without spending money?" Jiang He raised an eyebrow. This guy is too arrogant. Most players know which to choose: a valuable item or skill or a beautiful woman.

Wuhe said, "Boss, according to the information this guy spilled out, the punishment for the mission in the End Battlefield is annihilation. With such a severe punishment, she will definitely betray us, and it will probably be very difficult for her to control the player group."

Helplessly, the younger sister picked up her nun's habit and held it in front of her. She quickly said, "I'll do anything as long as my brother can live one more day."

“Your kindness is commendable,” Jiang He said dismissively, “but I hope you can demonstrate greater value. From this moment forward, you will serve as the Minister of Action at the Magic High School.”

Sister Jiu hesitated and said, "The leader is..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt as the little girl in white beside the conference table suddenly stood up and stabbed her brother, Zero, with an immortal-grade imperial sword piercing his chest, nearly killing him completely.

Zhuang Ya said coldly, "Be obedient."

Wuhe was speechless. For a moment, he even saw the shadow of his boss in Aya.

"I see."

Because she was afraid of losing her, her younger sister Jiu trembled all over.

"Take the communicator away."

"Yes."

The three watched her leave. In any case, they could not abandon the coordinate mission, so the other party was destined to be dead in ten days.

Jiang He issued her first task: as the new Minister of Action, her younger sister Jiu needed to compile a table of student leaders, or to put it bluntly, to make a death list.

"Dinner is ready."

Mirai Kamishiro served the dishes one by one.

Zhuang Ya immediately sat back down, reluctantly returning the Imperial Sword to its sheath. She picked up her chopsticks, looked at the chef serving dinner, and said in a clear voice, "Thank you."

"You're too kind, Miss Aya," Mirai Kamishiro said with a smile.

Dinner consisted mainly of relatively refined kaiseki cuisine, a cooking method she had specifically studied for its reputation.

Botan shrimp sashimi features translucent, sweet shrimp meat. Grilled eel boasts a golden-brown, crispy skin and tender, juicy flesh, complemented by a secret eel sauce for a rich flavor. There's also a stew made with fresh seasonal ingredients, steamed in a matsutake mushroom clay pot, resulting in a delicious and naturally fragrant broth.

Just as the four of them sat down...

Inside the conference room, the space rippled and rose.

With the use of the epic group teleportation scroll, a full twelve top-tier thieves appeared together. The thief adventure group was renowned in the magical world of the fortress, and was the most prominent wilderness pioneering organization in the past six months.

But in the next moment.

The space seemed to suddenly tighten like a string.

Before the twelve thieves could even see their target, Jiang He had already slashed with his fingers. A cold light split open in the void, tearing through the night like a viper's tongue. At the same moment the weapon was drawn, frosty white cuts appeared on everyone's abdomens. These were wounds from the tearing of space, so sharp that even blood didn't have time to seep out.

In an instant, twelve humanoid afterimages froze in mid-air, then fell to the ground like broken building blocks. The sound of tearing robes and cracking bones mingled together. The severed bodies lay scattered on the ground, blood flowing freely and pooling together.

Seeing this, Mirai Kamishiro swallowed hard. After hesitating for a long time, she finally sighed and put down her chopsticks. She watched as the three of them continued eating as if nothing had happened, and she had lost her appetite.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I need to take a break."

Jiang He shook his head and said, "You're the chef, it's Wu He who should apologize."

Wuhe: "..."

Nani?

Jiang He gestured to his companions with his eyes, acknowledging that the on-site killing did indeed lack respect for the chef, but he did not want to verbally apologize.

Ugo raised its wings to convey an "OK" signal, then turned its head seriously and said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Kamishiro, I'll be more careful next time."

"It's okay." Mirai Kamishiro secretly glanced at someone, who always had a kind of old-fashioned air about him.

Dinner is over.

Jiang He only took a small sip; the main activity was drinking.

Wu Ge has a particular fondness for fresh shrimp. He once encountered a lost super-alien seagull, who often praised the deliciousness of the shrimp meat.

Unlike the quiet demeanor of Mirai Kamishiro as she sipped her soup, Zhuang Ya opened her enormous mouth and devoured all the leftovers in one gulp, then took small steps to lie down on the sofa and go to sleep.

"Martial arts..."

"There is still room for improvement."

Jiang He sat in front of the French windows, practicing countless techniques one by one, continuously activating the Great Magic Reversal, trying to comprehend and gain new resources.

[Spatial coverage: 3%]

……

Night falls.

Because someone stayed up all night, the other three took a very decisive break.

The attack was delayed until the dead of night.

As the moonlight shone down, a mournful wail suddenly rang out.