2026-02-13 02:51:25
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
The convening of geniuses
The plateau felt wrong. Not quiet in the sense of peace. Not still in a way that invited calm. It was tense, compressed, as though the very air had been squeezed tight. Less than a hundred participants remained now, each one a survivor of storms of ambition, blood, and relentless competition. Every footstep could be fatal. Every glance could betray you. The sky above seemed to press down, heavy and low, reminding everyone that the world they moved through was fragile, shaped by power beyond their comprehension. Coin pulses shimmered faintly in the air, subtle distortions that bent light when two potent domains brushed against one another.The chaos that had defined the early stages was gone. No more reckless duels. No more desperate shouts from overconfident fools. Only calculated movement remained, measured steps by those who knew that every coin counted and every misstep could be the last. Above them, the peak geniuses moved like forces of nature, unannounced but undeniable. Their p
Regions overlap
Elior walked through the rugged hills of his region with a calm, measured pace. The air smelled faintly of damp earth and crushed leaves, the kind of scent that reminded one of quiet forests untouched by human hands. Yet here, amidst this natural stillness, the pulse of the coins thrummed faintly beneath his awareness. Not his coin, but others. Something was shifting.He paused on a rise, scanning the horizon with his two-meter awareness. His eyes caught subtle movements in the underbrush. A figure stumbled forward, mid-tier cultivator robes muddied, chest heaving as though he had been running for hours. A glance at the man’s aura revealed the reason: a nearby coin pulse that did not belong to him, powerful enough to make him flee instinctively. Elior narrowed his eyes and allowed a quiet smile to form.It seemed the realm was finally compressing the zones, forcing the territories of the geniuses to intersect. Higher comprehension cultivators were always the first to notice the overla
Coin devil rising
Elior moved quietly through the dense undergrowth of his region. The leaves whispered under his feet, but he hardly disturbed them. He had been hunting steadily, moving from one patch of forest to the next, from ruined valley to jagged cliff, and the coins in his possession had begun to weigh on the world around him, even if no one had dared challenge him directly. Inside his spatial bag, the coins rested silently, hundreds of them now, nearly one thousand in total. Each one carried the residue of energy left behind by its previous owner, a faint vibration that Elior could sense even without looking.He had found the spatial bag during a hunt some days prior. A large, burly beast with clawed limbs and mottled gray scales had claimed a small cave as its lair. Inside, among scattered bones and broken stone, had been a simple bag, nondescript, small enough to fit in his palm but astonishingly capacious. Its surface was smooth and dark, absorbing light and giving off no trace of weight. A
Faurin's inferno
Faurin moved through the jagged cliffs of his assigned region like a predator walking among startled prey. Every step was deliberate. The wind carried a faint heat from his presence. Flames curled lightly at the edges of his flaming sword as if sensing the blood and coin pulses in the air. The cultivators of this region had already learned through instinct that his path was not to be crossed. Those who tried to evade him were often too slow.A young cultivator darted out from behind a rock, his face pale, hands trembling, clutching three coins as though they were a life raft. Faurin paused. His eyes, bright and sharp as molten metal, studied the boy. The pulse of coin energy from this one human was weak, but it drew Faurin’s attention like a faint signal to a hunter.“Please,” the boy whispered, voice shaking, “I beg you… do not take my coins. I have trained my whole life for this. Please spare me.”Faurin’s lips curved slightly, almost imperceptibly. He did not answer. His entire bod
illusions of the hunt
Aeris moved silently through the pale forest of her isolated region, her robes brushing against mist-laden branches as she walked. The trees around her stretched and twisted naturally, but she allowed her subtle illusions to layer over the world. Rocks appeared broken where none were, pathways folded upon themselves, and distant glimmers of light shifted with every step. To a passerby, the forest seemed disorienting, almost alive, yet Aeris’s presence remained calm, deliberate, and unhurried.Her hand hovered over the coins at her belt. Its resonance was quiet, almost imperceptible to anyone not close enough. It was not a beacon that pulled people toward her. It was a signal that someone nearby carried value. She had learned long ago that perception could shape behavior. Contestants would hesitate if they sensed it, and hesitation could be manipulated.Movement caught her eye. A lone cultivator, walking cautiously, entered her illusion. He wore the garments of a minor sect, his blue r
Region domination begins
The forest stretched out before Elior, broken only by jagged rocks and shallow gullies that marked the uneven terrain of his region. He moved steadily, almost leisurely, though every step carried intent. His coin, now faintly pulsing with the energy of five companions, remained nestled against his chest. Its subtle resonance no longer whispered, but hummed like a quiet heartbeat of warning.He had learned the rhythm of the realm. Contestants moved cautiously, skirting around him without realizing why. Even now, he could feel the wary avoidance of others as he passed through the undergrowth. Their hesitation brought a faint smile to his face.“People are smart,” he murmured softly. “They feel the danger before they see it. That will make the hunt easier.”The first target appeared shortly after noon, a young cultivator with a short, crooked staff and two coins dangling from a belt at his waist. The man’s expression twisted with suspicion as he noticed Elior. His body tensed, ready to s
You may also like
BEAST EMPEROR
Xamo32.8K viewsCHEAT IN STONE AGE
Shame_less00715.2K viewsThe Invincible Ron Benedict
Olivia C. Onoh14.6K viewsXianXia : Sovereign of the Gods
kalki_gsk19.4K viewsAfter I Died, I Recarnated as a dragon lord
Alex Nick1.6K viewsShadowblade:Rise of the Outcast
Moksa720 viewsGod Grave
Petyrbaelish792 661 viewsDemon Sovereign: The Last Seal
Amy Gold245 views