For the past sixteen years, the human world had undergone unprecedented upheaval.
The number of low-level warriors had quadrupled, while the count of advanced warriors had also steadily increased.
Of course, this evolution wasn't limited to humanity.
In the wild zones, monsters were mutating en masse, becoming more numerous and more powerful.
Now, encountering one or two Lord-level monsters in areas once considered "safe" was no longer rare — putting human cities under constant pressure.
And all of this…
Was Ye Yu's fault.
Or more precisely, the fault of his system.
Because in order to charge, the system had siphoned off cosmic energy from the surroundings, attracting massive energy flows toward Earth.
The result? In just sixteen years, the planet's energy density had skyrocketed through several levels.
A poisoned gift.
As Ye Yu reflected, a disturbing sensation tickled the back of his neck.
His sharp gaze immediately locked onto…
Zhang Haobai.
Caught off guard, Zhang quickly averted his eyes, visibly nervous.
"Don't touch what doesn't belong to you."
Ye Yu didn't waste another second on this pathetic character.
Unlike these school-trained warriors, he had bathed his hands in blood.
And he wasn't alone.
If Zhang Haobai dared provoke him…
He'd bury his whole family.
His attention returned to the arena, where Xu Xin and Liu Ting were about to face off.
"The world really has changed…"
After Ye Yu and Luo Feng, it was now their turn.
At 18 years old, the two girls radiated a freshness that could put flowers to shame.
In the school hierarchy:
Ye Yu and Luo Feng at the top.
Xu Xin and Liu Ting right behind.
Zhang Haobai and the other intermediate warriors… way behind.
And what a show it was — two divine beauties squaring off!
Excited shouts echoed throughout the hall.
Thanks to their training and gene energy, their figures were tall and powerful.
5'10" (1.77m) of pure height, legs that seemed to go on forever — taller than most boys.
Their tight-fitting outfits accentuated curves that could drive one mad:
Generous busts.
Slim waists.
Full hips.
The saying "Don't look down, or you'll see everything" wasn't an exaggeration.
And many of those attributes…
Were the result of Ye Yu's nightly 'efforts.'
Dressed in purple and white, they embodied two opposing styles:
Liu Ting, with her high ponytail and twin willow blades, exuded martial spirit.
Xu Xin, with a light sword and hair cascading to her waist, radiated refined elegance.
Yet both shared that sensual maturity of women who'd been initiated…
Because yes, for over a year, they had explored every aspect of Ye Yu.
"Enjoy the flowers when they offer themselves."
Ye Yu was neither naive nor a saint.
A mature soul in a rejuvenated body, he had been found as a child under pouring rain by two wandering sisters.
Hence his name: Ye Yu (Night Rain).
Unlike those foolish antagonists who kidnap the heroine just to do… nothing with her,
He took action.
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In the arena, the air grew tense.
Though friends in daily life, the two young women had now become rivals.
Cling!
Sword and blades clashed, sparks flying at every blow.
Boom!
The spectators held their breath.
Advanced warrior speed: 60–70 meters per second.
A display both mesmerizing and frightening.
"If they mess up their faces…"
Some, immune to their beauty, were focused on their technique:
Blade mastery.
Strike precision.
Fluid movement.
Though still inferior to Ye Yu and Luo Feng (those monsters),
They outclassed 99% of warriors their age.
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Ding-ling-ling!
The bell rang, unleashing the wave of students.
Fresh from his shower, Ye Yu strolled lightly toward the underground parking lot,
Flanked by his two elegant shadows.
Long dresses, sheer tights, heeled boots —
Purple and white, as always.
Their hair tied up in sophisticated buns, softening their youthful features,
Enhancing their aura of accomplished women.
Click-clack.
The sound of their heels echoed like a heartbeat for nearby onlookers.
Breathtaking.
Reaching the parking lot, they casually tossed their weapons into the trunk.
"Luo Feng, I heard you signed with the Limit Dojo?"
Ye Yu called out to his friend, who was about to leave with Wei Wen.
"Yeah, yesterday. They made the best offer — special contract."
Luo Feng smiled, clearly relieved.
Becoming a warrior had solved his financial troubles,
But training in slums remained uncomfortable.
The problem:
Jiangnan base city housed 200 million people.
Decent housing cost a fortune.
Even with his new status, a rookie warrior like him couldn't afford a private villa.
At best, a duplex in a secure complex.
For a real home?
Hundreds of millions of yuan.
Or exceptional talent.