Rookie Talent Agent Knows It All - Chapter 55: Reporter and Reportrash (2)

“Sword Cultivators may die standing, but they shall never live on their knees!”Xie Xuanyi fell into the Northern Sea, yet, under the nourishment of the “Undying Spring,” he unexpectedly welcomed a second life.Chronic ailments had faded, and new flames reignited.A single ember can set the fields ablaze.Enchantresses, Sword Immortals, Buddhist disciples... A multitude of demons danced chaotically as a great tide approached, heralding another golden age!In his previous life, his body was frail; in this life, he would refine his body with golden vital energy, achieving indestructible, crystal-clear Vajra bones!If the three hundred flying swords of the past were all broken, then he would forge an entire Sword Qi Cave Heaven!“Talismans, formation patterns, Daoist techniques—I only know so much—”Xie Xuanyi sat alone within a great array, with his former long sword placed across his knees.“Who says the path realized by Sword Cultivators can only be the Sword Dao?”

Corvin Blackmoor was a man carved by war and betrayal.From the blood soaked deserts of Afghanistan to the shadowed corridors of British Intelligence, he served and watched ideals crumble into lies.Patriotism. Honor. Loyalty.He buried them all long before a Quds Force assassin silenced his final breath.But death was only the beginning.Dragged from the ruins of a dying world, Corvin awakens in Valtheris. A savage world ruled by magic, where gods are myths, and survival is written in blood.He is no longer human.He is the last of the Dark Parasytes, an extinct race once so feared that every kingdom, every empire, and every mage order hunted them to extinction.Armed with Shadow Siphon, the power to replicate the strengths of others, Corvin stands alone at the bottom of an alien food chain.Weaker than a wild beast, with enemies and predators lurking in every forest, every court, every throne.Weakness is temporary, patience is eternal.In a world fractured by ancient wars, between noble Elves, scheming Demons, ruthless Humans, primal Feralis and Aetherborn Corvin will climb.He will feast. He will conquer.And in the shadows of Valtheris, the last predator will rise.No gods. No masters.Only the cold ambition of a man who has nothing left to believe in… but power itself.

“Pregnant!”Summer Yeats was dumbfounded as she held the test results!Looking at the uncle who came to her door claiming responsibility, Summer Yeats accused: “You liar, why did you lie to me that you were sterile?”Lord Langdon of Aethelgard: “Summer, I didn't lie to you.”Summer Yeats's eyes turned red: “I don't want to give birth, I want to complete my studies.”Master Lancaster's heart panicked: “Summer, baby don't cry!”It was rumored that Master Lancaster, who distanced himself from women, did so because heirs were hard to come by in The Lancaster Family, and his marriage to Summer Yeats was just an arrangement.Fans shipping the couple asked: “Master Lancaster, when will you divorce the poor little thing?”The young wife's eyes reddened, and Master Lancaster coaxed desperately: “If my wife doesn't want me anymore, I'll make sure to stay single forever!”Fans felt the slap: “Who said Master Lancaster is distant from women? Who said Master Lancaster doesn't dote on his wife? Show yourself!”

Julian D’Aurelius was never meant to live.In this world, villains exist for one reason—to fall. They scheme, they rise, they steal the spotlight… and then they die. Betrayed. Abandoned. Erased so the hero can shine.Julian knows this.Because he remembers every timeline.Every backstab waiting in the dark.Every “loyal” ally destined to sell him out.Every romance scripted to end in blood.The moment he awakens inside the body of the story’s doomed antagonist, he’s bound to the hidden Tyrant System—a cold, calculating force that demands one thing:If villains always die… then become the kind of villain fate cannot kill.So Julian reshapes himself.Cruel when necessary.Charming when useful.Untouchable when it matters.He plays the monster perfectly—while secretly tearing apart the threads of destiny from the shadows.But here’s the problem.The more he tries to distance himself from the female leads…The more they drift toward him.The innocent campus beauty.The sharp-tongued heiress.The aloof genius meant to stand beside the hero.One by one, the women who were supposed to orbit the protagonist begin circling Julian instead.And there’s something even more dangerous— All of them can hear his inner voice.Every cold calculation.Every sarcastic thought.Every hidden plan.All heroines hears it all.But Julian has no idea.This is an urban-fantasy battlefield of ambition, romance, power games, and fate rewritten. The protagonist is trying to avoid the heroines. The heroines? They’re slowly falling anyway.And the more Julian resists destiny…The more destiny seems obsessed with him.