One month later.
With no main quest restricting his movements, Orsaga had been rampaging across the world unchecked.
If he didn't like the look of someone? He beat them up first and asked questions never.
As a result, he wiped out countless sects, leveled a dozen mountain strongholds, and became the literal embodiment of divine wrath.
People from every faction were at their wits' end.
But as the saying goes: Where there's oppression, there's resistance.
And this world was no exception.
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Mount Tai, at the sacred Fengchan altar.
The wind was cold.
Seated in the open palm of Aeon, Orsaga lazily yawned as the mech's other hand lifted a middle-aged man between two fingers.
"You're all so weak..."
"Y-You bastard—!"
The man didn't even get to finish his sentence before Aeon's fingers squeezed gently — crushing him like a foam figurine.
Casually tossing the corpse aside, Orsaga gave another uninterested yawn.
He hadn't even bothered to ask for the man's name, or why he'd attacked him, or what kind of grudge he held.
After all, enemies were everywhere — it wasn't worth asking. If one shows up, kill them. That's all.
And when someone was this weak, their name didn't matter anyway.
By now, he had long completed the "World's Number One" quest. Every so-called Heavenly Ranking Grandmaster had taken a beating from him — some had been left alive, others… not so lucky.
Take Song Que, for instance — Orsaga let him live because his daughter was good-looking.
But as for the ones without a beautiful female relative?
Dead on the spot.
These weren't even satisfying kills. For Orsaga, it was just a way to pass the time — checking off boxes in what had long since become a corrupted childhood dream of martial arts fantasy.
And besides, no one said you couldn't bring a mecha into the martial world.
No one said your "wuxia dream" had to involve being a good guy.
Pushing around mortals and terrorizing heroes — honestly, it was pretty fun.
Shifting to a more comfortable position, Orsaga sighed:
"What a boring day~"
A soft female voice responded beside him:
"Perhaps you should try experiencing the life of an ordinary person?. After all, when you've had too much luxury, something plain can be a refreshing change."
The speaker was a girl of around fifteen or sixteen.
Delicate and charming, with a natural allure beyond her years. Her skin was pale and flawless, her long hair draped down like a waterfall, and she wore a dark, sheer robe — barefoot, perched lightly on the branch of a crooked pine tree nearby.
Orsaga didn't even hesitate to reject the suggestion:
"No need. It's inefficient and dull."
It wasn't like he hadn't tried living a normal life before.
Hearing his blunt dismissal, Wanwan rolled her eyes.
"You really are picky.
You only eat the most delicious food.
Only live in the most luxurious places.
Only wear the most extravagant clothes.
And as for women? Only the most beautiful will do."
Orsaga responded matter-of-factly:
"Of course I'm picky. Picky and greedy — that's what drives improvement. If a living being had no desire, no ambition, then where would progress come from?"
Wanwan had no real rebuttal to that twisted logic, so she changed the subject.
"Speaking of which, that woman Lin Xian'er has been using your name to stir up trouble in the martial world. Do you want me to issue a warning?"
She waited a few moments, but Orsaga didn't respond.
Puzzled, she asked:
"What's the matter? Don't tell me you're actually attached to her?. I didn't think she had that much charm…"
To her surprise, Orsaga scratched his head and replied:
"Nah. I'm just trying to remember who Lin Xian'er is."
"You know I don't bother with strangers' names — and I definitely don't care what they're called."
Wanwan stiffened for a moment, then let out a helpless sigh.
"She's the one from last week… the woman you spent the night with in Chang'an."
Although the entire Yin Kui Sect had now pledged loyalty to Orsaga, Wanwan still found herself exasperated by his personality.
Sometimes, this man's thought process was so alien it made her question reality.
At her reminder, Orsaga suddenly lit up.
"Oh~ that was one of those two women, right?"
Wanwan frowned.
"Two? I thought it was just one."
Orsaga answered with confidence:
"There were definitely two. I couldn't be bothered to remember names, but after the first one, another woman climbed in through the window. She looked pretty decent, so I dealt with her too."
Wanwan was speechless.
Dealing with this chaos-incarnate boss of hers left her mentally exhausted.
"…Fine. So, one of those women is using your name to cause a ruckus in Jianghu. How do you want to handle it?"
Orsaga replied nonchalantly:
"Doesn't matter. Whether they live or die, win or lose — I don't care."
Wanwan sighed.
"One night of intimacy and not even a shred of sentiment. You're truly heartless."
Orsaga tilted his head and asked curiously:
"Heartless? It was a pure exchange of benefits. What's this talk of emotion?. I paid for a night's pleasure. What, am I supposed to take responsibility afterward?
Isn't that against the basic rules of the transaction?"
To him, women were just disposable entertainment — emotional attachment had nothing to do with it.
Kill or not, it made no difference.
Wanwan looked at his serious expression and slowly nodded:
"Alright, I'll handle it."
Then she added:
"One more thing — apparently the Temple of the War God is about to open. It's said to contain the War God's Battle Manual. Interested in taking a look?"
That caught Orsaga's attention.
"I've got time to kill. Why not?"
And just like that, his schedule for the next few days was decided.
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Three days later.
On a vast, barren plain…
Aeon stood with both hands pressed against the air.
Golden ripples shimmered around its limbs as it forcibly tore open a portal in empty space — a glowing doorway lined with flowing light.
Wanwan's eyes widened in awe as she peered inside:
"So this is the Temple of the War God?"
The world's martial strength wasn't bad overall, but the sheer ability to carve out a separate space for the temple was far beyond anything she expected.
"Why not go in and see for yourself?"
With that, Orsaga leapt from Aeon's cockpit, taking Wanwan with him as they stepped through the glowing gate.
As the portal began to close behind them—
A shadowy figure, like a ghost, flew across a dozen kilometres in the blink of an eye.
Silently slipping through the portal at the last second…
Hitching a ride on Orsaga's coattails.
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