Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

1,500 meters below sea level.

Dark and desolate.

The claustrophobic deep sea is a more concrete, more viscous form of despair.

It silently squeezed every inch of his senses.

An Qingyu Ming was "feeling" himself.

Or rather, this bronze statue of a distorted human face that carries his consciousness.

It is slowly and irreversibly sinking into that abyss where even the light has died.

Boundless fear and despair enveloped and swallowed him like the icy seawater around him.

Before joining the Black Dragon Group, he was a proud genius at the University of Tokyo, holding dual doctoral degrees in medicine and geology.

Therefore, he clearly understood how long it would take for a bronze statue to return to the surface without human intervention if it sank into the deep sea plain—an average of about 50 million years.

A full fifty million years!

That's a timescale comparable to half a cycle of Earth's rock circulation.

The human species has only existed on this planet for a little over two million years.

This means that he will be imprisoned in this eternal cold, darkness and death, spending a period of time that is dozens of times longer than the history of human civilization.

He was conscious and still had his senses, but he was unable to move.

No one knows, and there will never be a day of liberation.

This is simply the most extreme form of torture that humankind can imagine and inflict!

[They only killed a few lowly commoners!]

He let out a silent roar from the depths of his soul: "Am I, a noble S-rank Onmyoji, to suffer fifty million years of imprisonment?!"

[This is unfair! This is completely unfair!]

After despair comes a deeper resentment and bitterness.

He began to pray to some unseen being, though he himself could not discern who he was praying to:

Let me leave this place... Isn't this the greatest blasphemy against a transcendent being?

Glug glug...

Suddenly, a string of tiny bubbles rose from the dead silence of the deep sea.

Immediately afterwards, a strange, low-pitched vibration was transmitted through the seawater.

An Qingyu was taken aback. "This frequency... could it be...?"

"An underwater volcano!?"

As if in response to his conjecture, more bubbles surged up from below, and the vibrations became more pronounced and intense.

【Hahahaha!】 An Qingyu couldn't help but burst into laughter inside:

Have you not heard that Heaven never closes all doors?

[I even managed to witness a one-in-a-billion event like an underwater volcanic eruption—isn't that destiny?! Heaven is ultimately looking out for me!]

[When I get back, I'll definitely eat more Purple Gold Pills until I become stronger than that guy!]

Glug glug glug—! ! !

The scorching seawater churned, and a massive undercurrent began to surge upwards.

An Qingyu clearly felt that her downward trend had stopped, and she was even being lifted and accelerated by a powerful upward force!

[Great! If I can take advantage of the underwater volcanic eruption, I'll definitely be able to return to the surface... As long as I encounter someone, I can use that opportunity to unleash my possession technique...]

An Qingyu laughed three times, as if he could see his gloomy future brighten up again.

The hot spring was scalding, but it only fueled his burning desire. He secretly vowed that once he returned to land, he would lie low and find another opportunity to avenge this arrow wound!

[Ooh hoarse~ Hiss~ Ha... Hot! So hot! But not enough, not enough!]

[Oh my god! I'm rising! I'm rising!!]

[Light! It's light! I see light on the sea level! Volcano, erupt even more violently! Give me all the power you've accumulated over billions of years!!]

boom--!!!

The pent-up power was unleashed in full force.

An underwater volcano broke through the seabed, carrying with it scorching magma, rocks, and the bronze statue of An Qingyu Ming.

Like a giant, black spear hurtling towards the sky, it crashed into the sea, stirring up towering waves!

However, the rate of increase has not slowed down.

It broke free from the constraints of the seawater, propelled by the terrifying initial kinetic energy of the volcanic eruption, continuing upward, upward, accelerating ever onward, rushing towards the deepening blue sky, until it turned pitch black.

[Hmm, something's not right... This volcano is incredibly powerful!]

An Qing was somewhat dazed, her mind racing with calculations:

If this speed continues...

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The erupting volcano sent countless fragments of rock flying into the sky like cannonballs, with some smaller fragments hitting the bronze statue.

Instead, it gave him an even stronger boost.

"[Amelo—Stop! Don't fly! Don't fly! I don't want to be an astronaut!]", he screamed in terror.

His flight speed easily surpassed the first cosmic velocity and continued to climb until it exceeded 11.2 km/s... Only then did the upward momentum begin to weaken extremely slowly under the pull of the planet's gravity.

But it was all too late.

An Qingyu Ming rejected the 50 million-year-old confinement cage in the deep sea.

So Earth rewarded him with an even more generous and vast journey—

An interstellar drift destined to last for billions of years, until eternity.

The bronze statue transformed into a tiny, dim "star," breaking free from the final pull of Earth's gravity and disappearing into the cold, desolate depths of space, never to return.

An Qingyu gradually stopped thinking.

……

After boarding the plane.

The first thing Mike did was to use the excuse of going to the restroom to peek at the male passengers' hands to determine if their bone structure indicated they were trained in martial arts.

Fortunately, there wasn't a single skilled fighter on this flight. He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Boss Mike, we still can't get in touch with Boss An Qingyu..." a henchman whispered.

"Then there's no other way... let's implement the backup plan."

Mike winked at an Asian man with glasses in the back row and said respectfully:

"Yamano-kun, I'm leaving it to you."

The man called Yamano Taro lowered his hat brim slightly and nodded.

He called over a flight attendant, requested an upgrade citing feeling unwell, and specifically chose a first-class seat closest to the cockpit, quietly waiting for his turn.

This was a backup plan that An Qingyu had set up in advance—if he himself was arrested and unable to send a "safety" signal to the outside world within the specified time, the "safety net" would be automatically triggered.

His scattered underlings randomly hijacked a civilian airliner belonging to the Great Xia Dynasty.

Using the lives of all passengers and crew as leverage, they threatened the Da Xia government to release An Qingyu Ming.

I haven't received a message from my boss for over thirty hours.

Clearly, the boss has been arrested.

"Boss Mike"

Another Neanderthal man in a blue hoodie swallowed hard, his voice weak:

"Even if Boss Yuming was captured, our 'spies' inside should be able to send out messages... but now there's nothing."

"I...I have a feeling something's not right...Boss Yuming...could he be...dead...?"

Mike slapped him on the forehead and muttered angrily in a low voice:

"Damn it, who is our boss? He's a legendary Onmyoji who spent his life pursuing poetry and distant places. He wouldn't die so easily; he's definitely been imprisoned by the Great Xia Special Department!"

"Our mission is to rescue the boss! Then, we'll get promoted, make a fortune, and have our hands on the most beautiful women, understand?!"

Not long after.

A crisp gunshot rang out from the direction of the cockpit—the agreed-upon signal for action.

A fierce glint flashed in Mike's eyes. He abruptly pulled out a heavy steel pipe hidden in his trouser leg and stood up abruptly.

With the air of a dorayaki boss, he roared in broken but fierce English:

"Everyone! Don't move! Hands on the armrests! Whoever moves will die first!"

……

"Wow~ So soft... It's just as soft as Kexin's mom!"

Jiang Ling couldn't help but gasp and instinctively took a breath.

The petite body in my arms was light and soft, with an incredible elasticity, and the touch was strangely similar to that of Kexin's mother.

A faint, milky scent wafted from the girl's hair, silently stimulating a dangerous nerve.

Thus, unsurprisingly, the Ghost Kingdom was triggered.

In order to suppress the Ghost Kingdom, which was about to launch an attack.

Jiang Ling once again used his Ghost Brain, and images of Dong Zhuo's erotic photos flashed before his eyes, ruthlessly suppressing the restless Ghost Gang.

No wonder he's a man who can control three vengeful spirits at the same time!

Yuan Qingzi was already suffering from severe motion sickness, and this sudden fright and shaking caused her last bit of resistance to completely collapse.

"Ugh—waah—"

The colorful paste landed on Jiang Ling's chest, emitting a strange smell.

Jiang Ling: ……

Okay, at least it was vomited by a pretty little girl, so theoretically... maybe, perhaps, probably, it's not that hard to accept?

Jiang Ling: [Zawarudo!]

Time stopped, he stood up, and then his clothes and everything else faded into nothingness.

The colorful vomit passed through his illusory body with a "plop".

It landed on the carpet.

"Hey! You yellow-skinned monkey...who the hell told you to stand up?!"

Mike, with a fierce-looking face, strode over aggressively, carrying a steel pipe.

But when he got within a meter of Jiang Ling, he involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

When the blond Asian man stood up, he was like a tall, strong wall, exuding a strong masculine aura...

Mike unconsciously pursed his dark, thick lips and subconsciously turned his head to look at the porthole next to him.

His own face, which appeared somewhat...bitter and resentful, and even slightly timid, was vaguely reflected in the glass.

He recalled how, as a foreign language teacher in Tokyo, he used his masculine charm to conquer several married women, and even made CDs of the conquest videos and sent them to their husbands.

When those married women's husbands saw the CD, they showed this kind of... bitter, helpless, and cowardly expression!

"Impossible...this is impossible!" Mike gritted his teeth, veins bulging on the side of his neck, forcing himself to straighten his back:

"A mere yellow-skinned monkey... how could the masculinity of a mere yellow-skinned monkey possibly surpass mine?!"

"Yellow-skinned monkeys... should be the ones who wear glasses, only know how to do math problems, and then have their disappointed wives, fallen childhood sweethearts, and unemployed, beautiful mothers... all taken away by us!"

Filled with shame and rage, he roared, swung the steel pipe in a wide arc, and slammed it down on Jiang Ling's skull with all his might, his mind screaming:

"My Tauren power... is yours..."

boom! ! !

A dull thud.

Jiang Ling simply raised one index finger and steadily stopped the whistling steel pipe.

The steel pipe stopped an inch above his fingertips, unable to fall any further.

"What...?!" Mike's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You just... mentioned minotaurs, didn't you?" Jiang Ling smiled slightly, but her eyes held no warmth.

"Firstly, I hate minotaurs, and secondly, I admire Guangzhou Superman."

"Bro, you've crossed the line in both things. Looks like you really want to go to heaven with Prisoner and plant cotton."

[Beep! A normal event point has been detected. Options are now available!]

Option 1: Enchanting Zero

[Synopsis: Submitting to Lord Mike's feet, stripping off his clothes and drawing a talisman on his chest, becoming completely...]

[Reward: Physical Fitness and Immunity to HIV]

Option 2: Basic 4

[Synopsis: The ultimate humiliation is inflicted in front of his underlings.]

[Reward: Constitution - Yellow Hair Power (■■)]

Option 3: A real man~

[Synopsis: With your now-perfect physique, capable of withstanding heavy rifle fire, subdue criminals and tear their shirts apart.]

[Reward: Equipment - Versatile Top (A magical top that can transform into any style of top, excluding bottom clothing)]

Jiang Ling: ...?

[System, with an option like this, even if you brought in an expert, it wouldn't make a difference.]

System Girl: ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

My choice is—

Jiang Ling applied slight pressure with her fingers.

The solid steel pipe let out a groan of unbearable strain.

It slowly bent and withered.

"three."