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An 'Elite' Police Officer is reborn as a Lord and is destined to become the most dangerous existence in the Murimfantasia.  ********************************************** In a world where power and cunning reign supreme, a once 'elite' police officer finds himself reborn as Ji Yan, a city lord in the mysterious and dangerous realm of Jianghu. Transmigrated into a Murim-fantasy world known as the Primordial Profound World, Ji Yan must navigate the treacherous landscape of martial arts sects, demonic factions, and imperial politics. Armed with a system that grants him incredible abilities and a second chance at life, Ji Yan is determined to climb to the pinnacle of power. But this path is fraught with peril and moral ambiguity. From charming his way through deadly court intrigues to facing off against formidable foes, Ji Yan’s journey is one of relentless ambition and ruthless decisions. What the Reader Will Get: Two Yandere Ladies but with one of them being an obsessive vampire. High power scaling and a vast cosmology. A protagonist destined to become the most dangerous being in the cosmos. Action-packed scenes and intricate serial killings. https://patreon.com/LAWYER_009?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

LAWYER_009 · Fantasy
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75 Chs

Delusions of Charm (Extra)

"O Allah Kabber, the Most Great, I seek your guidance and protection as I face uncertainty and darkness in the future. Please grant me strength, wisdom, and clarity to navigate the challenges ahead. Adi Buddha, The representation of Primidorial Heavenly Tao, I ask for thee light to illuminate my mind and bring peace to my thoughts. Help me find the path that leads to understanding and tranquility." I do a prayer very loudly.

After reciting these words, I engage in a moment of silent meditation, seeking solace and insight.

Engaging in prayer, meditation, and Torturing can remarkably ameliorate stress, in my view. Prayer, in particular, involves delving into one's thoughts and circumstances. Establishing a heartfelt connection with Myself through prayer, steeped in love and support, appears to aid in navigating life's stressors and challenges. In a prior phase of life, acquaintances of mine conducted a series of trials where participants prayed for or ruminated on a stranger, someone who evoked anger, or a friend in need. Interestingly, those in the prayer group tended to exhibit reduced anger and aggression following a provocation. It has a calming effect, nurturing a deeper bond with me, and fosters the establishment of a connection through prayer. Meditation whereas, bestows a sense of tranquility, inner peace, and equilibrium, significantly enhancing emotional well-being and overall health. It serves as a haven when you center your focus on something soothing, especially when seeking solace within oneself while meditating. As for torture, it's an area where words fail me. It seems to compel an introspective gaze into one's deepest reflections, fostering resilience. However, its purpose must never be aimless. When devoid of a purpose, it dishonors the evolutionary process, simply serving to gratify and provide momentary pleasure. The intent behind any form of torture should be purposeful, thoughtful, and striving for enduring happiness.

In essence, praying and meditating offer a sense of relief, aiding in stress management and promoting a serene emotional state. Conversely, while torturing others might offer personal insights, it should never be aimless or pursued for pleasure. The motivation behind such actions should always be meaningful and meticulously deliberated, seeking lasting happiness and personal growth.

Meanwhile, I saw the barrier dissipate, vanishing along with the smoke that partitioned the circular arena from the audience seated in various tiers.

I found myself sitting tired at the arena's center, basking in applause from all the spectators. It seemed they all supported me.

Amid the cheers, a booming announcement echoed, declaring⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "And the victor of this Match is Jack Gautama."

My gaze shifted toward the referee 125-pound punk, irritation prickling beneath the surface, aggravated by the overly exuberant declaration, particularly given my heightened senses at that moment.

"Hey bitch, can't you say it in a soft tone?" I say loudly to that 125-pound punk. "I'm sorry but I'm not rich, I'm a mere entertainer and referee. Still thanks for the compliment, I have no choice but to say it out loud."

I play it cool.

I smile and ignore him, now looking toward the Sect leader.

I signal him to come down to the stage along with Anu Anu Anu, Old woman with big boobs and great ass, and Old man Gicchu.

Wait what was that woman's name? It was..... Yeah, it was May and I believe it's Gichu nag, not Gicchu. 

He comes down maintaining a very calm, composed, Experienced aura around him along with those elders.

"Hey, don't you have any respect? Why aren't you kneeling down in front of the Sect leader?" Old Man Gicchu said furiously as he was coming down from flying lotus.

I humbly apologized for my deliberate unmannerliness, all the while observing the reactions of the other elders. Anu Anu Anu remained silent, refraining from uttering a word. He is the leader of the Lieutinentca beggar sect, and our paths have crossed in the past. It appears he has recognized my identity as Ji Yan.

<Fear-Respect-Respect⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯Anu Anu>

Halt!

The sect leader stopped him from saying anything further to me, fully aware of the repercussions Gicchu might face from the Emperor if he were to displease me.

I sighed dramatically and muttered, "Oh, how utterly boring."

With a flick of my fingers, I summoned a wave of charm emanating from me, enveloping Gichhu in a whirlwind of emotions. His composure wavered.

Swiftly, I removed my mask, immediately covering it with a veil, and reverted my body structure to its original 13-14-year-old form. Thankfully, these clothes adjusted their size according to the body. Relief washed over me.

Everyone in the audience found themselves ensnared in an enchanting whirlwind of emotions, utterly captivated and unable to resist my unblemished body from head to toe. Gasps of pure astonishment hung heavy in the air, swiftly giving way to a fervent uproar brimming with excitement and sheer surprise.

Amidst the uproarious tumult, the clamor of jubilant cheers and thunderous applause reverberated across the space, echoing off the walls. A few clutched their chests, attempting to steady their racing hearts, while others bounced with unbridled enthusiasm. The harmonious blend of whistles and fervent claps orchestrated a jubilant symphony of exultation.

Bright smiles illuminated the faces of the audience, animated conversations swirling with a sense of awe and incredulity. The spectacle they had just beheld defied the boundaries of their expectations, leaving them wide-eyed and awestruck. Some collapsed

Men, women, and the elderly alike clamored closer, their eagerness palpable, yearning for a fleeting glimpse. They gravitated toward my presence like eager seekers drawn to a mesmerizing flame, their curiosity piqued and enthusiasm uncontainable.

Some dared to extend their hands, tentatively reaching out as if hoping to touch the air around me of the extraordinary allure that emanated from my presence.

The atmosphere crackled with an electric fervor, anticipation tangibly threading through the air. It was as though the audience had been transported into an otherworldly realm, with me standing as the enigmatic focal point. Their palpable excitement and astonishment crafted an ambiance steeped in celebration and mystique.

"Calm down," I said, in the sweetest voice known to any being which carried a serene cadence that seemed to touch each soul. An air of tranquility washed over the gathering, even reaching the esteemed elders. 

A tinge of disappointment was within me as I had observed the sect leader of the Hatti sect, Lao Quraysh up until now, who maintained his poised demeanor amidst the subdued crowd but soon subsided when I remembered, I'm only a City Lord but still called King.

Confidently, I pressed on. "I trust you all witnessed my victory, didn't you, Carl?"

I say, gazing at my friend, Prince Carl who stood far away, fully expecting him to forfeit in final. After all, he would have lost his semi-final if not for my help.

In response, he murmured, "Yes, My Lord," with a hard-on.

I looked at the Sect leader who seemed to be completely shocked but still keeping a stoic expression. He announced me as the winner of this year's Divine Tower trial.

His voice booming through the grand hall, his tone resonating with a mix of disbelief and awe. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to announce that the winner of this year's Divine Tower trial is none other than the esteemed City Lord of the Royal capital of Yan Kingdom, Ji Yan!"

A thunderous applause erupted from the crowd, their cheers echoing off the ornate walls. 

As the commotion subsided, I accepted the accolades with a humble nod, a serene smile gracing my lips. The crowd, still buzzing with excitement, began to disperse.

Prince Carl, my friend, approached me, along with his guards now with a mix of admiration and gratitude in his eyes. "My Lord, that was truly an astounding display. I am forever indebted to your assistance in the semi-finals."

"Now, let us celebrate our rightful place in the finals," I told him frankly, while poking a bit of fun at Anu Anu Anu because he took jewels from me begging and still didn't even realize that I was participating in the trial.

As the festivities continued, Night arrived and hence I made my way back to the royal chamber provided to me where opulent tapestries adorned the walls, and a regal canopy bed beckoned for rest.

Alone in my chamber, I allowed myself a moment of quiet reflection, the events of the day replaying in my mind. I removed the Imperial veil that concealed my face and pushed aside the unrecognizable head lying on my table.