Soul system:Return Of The SSS-Ranked Troublemaker-Chapter 63: Game Of Fate (19) Mask.

"That’s right, keep suffering..." Guang whispered, his voice cold and merciless. His smile was chilling — beautiful, yet betraying the cruelty lurking in his eyes. "I’ll show you the true power of Kū Jià."

With a delicate flick of his wrist, the control over the man intensified. Guang’s fingers moved with eerie precision, each motion like the stroke of a master artist painting a masterpiece of agony.

The man’s screams grew ragged, his throat raw from the effort, yet he could do nothing. His limbs, no longer his own, jerked and twisted according to Guang’s will.

"What... what are you doing to me?" the man gasped, voice cracking under the strain.

Guang’s eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure. "You wanted to witness true power, didn’t you?" His voice dropped to a near whisper, but the menace in it was undeniable.

"This is the price of tampering with the Sovereign of Manifestation."

The very air seemed to thicken, weighed down by the ancient artifact’s oppressive power. Shadows danced at the edges of the room as the man writhed, trapped within his own body. Guang’s smile deepened — the perfect, cruel puppetmaster.

Then, with a soft yet striking tone, Guang whispered:

"Attack."

Obediently, the puppet-like man staggered forward.

"Tsk! Brothers, let’s use our family techniques!" one of the remaining masked men shouted. In a blink, four of them multiplied, creating perfect replicas of themselves.

"A clone technique?" Guang mused, amused. "You remind me of the Monkey King."

At that moment, a memory stirred within Guang —

He saw himself in a traditional Chinese palace room, ornate and grand, reserved only for the highest-ranking warriors. A lean man stood before him, arms covered in golden bracelets, a golden staff resting at his side. Though Guang could not recall the man’s face clearly, the figure radiated an unmistakable strength.

The Monkey King leaned down, touching young Guang’s head gently.

"You have proven your worth, Guang. Go, and tell the Lady you may now receive your reward."

The young Guang had nodded eagerly.

Returning to the present, Guang smirked.

"Just how long has it been... since I last saw him?" he thought to himself, his eyes sharpening like blades.

"Although it doesn’t matter..." Guang said, his tone dark and terrifying. "This place will be the last you’ll ever see."

The man under Guang’s control began to move against his will, his body twitching like a broken marionette. Meanwhile, the four masked brothers around them kept multiplying, clones flickering into existence like shadows.

At the same time, Chunsi smirked playfully. With a quick motion, she slapped her brown thigh-high socks, releasing a faint, almost intoxicating scent into the air.

"I’m ready~," she purred, a sultry glint in her eyes.

Then both Guang and Chunsi sprang into action.

Guang expertly manipulated the captured man, forcing him to fight against his own brothers, his movements jerky yet deadly.

Meanwhile, Chunsi burst forward, moving with lightning speed. She unleashed her clan’s martial art — a brutal, ancient style now known in the modern day as Sanda-Shu. A style that focused on devastating, precise kicks delivered at blinding speeds.

Chunsi leapt into the air, spinning mid-flight. Her heel crashed down against one of the clones — it shattered instantly into a puff of smoke.

Another clone rushed at her, throwing a sharp right hook.

Chunsi ducked low in one smooth motion, dodging with barely an inch to spare. Without missing a beat, she drove her elbow viciously into the clone’s crotch. As it bent over from the blow, she followed up with a brutal spinning backfist to its chin —

— it disappeared into smoke.

More clones swarmed toward her, trying to overwhelm her from every side.

Calmly, Chunsi placed one hand on the ground and spun, her powerful kicks cutting through the clones like a deadly dance. Every spin sent another fake body vanishing into mist.

"Creating clones is useless," Chunsi said with a mocking grin, her eyes gleaming. "Especially when they lack anything vital — like organs."

Meanwhile, under Guang’s merciless control, the real man fought desperately against his four brothers.

"B-Brothers, I-I don’t want to hurt you!" he cried, tears streaming down his face, his body betraying him.

"It’s okay!" one of the brothers shouted back, parrying a deadly blow. "Don’t worry — we’ll definitely free you!"

But deep down, a grim realization spread among them —

The man’s movements were no longer his own. He had become a mere weapon — a puppet caught in the cold hands of Kū Jià.

The four brothers immediately backed away, their breathing ragged.

"They’re backing down...?" Guang thought, narrowing his eyes.

But before he could savor the moment, something blurred past his peripheral vision — a violent, almost inhuman force.

A demon? No — it was a man, but moving with insane speed!

Guang barely registered the punch before it crashed into him. His body flew back, slamming into the ground with a bone-rattling thud.

"H-Holy shit... that’s insanely fast!" Guang gasped, sweat starting to bead on his forehead.

The figure — a man — landed lightly on his feet, pivoting with a terrifying grace. His left leg coiled like a spring, then snapped forward at an impossible speed. Guang’s eyes barely followed the movement.

"Although I’m fast~" Guang muttered under his breath, forcing a cold smile.

With a swift flick of his fingers, Guang sacrificed the puppet he was controlling — forcing the man to intercept the incoming kick.

The controlled man’s body was torn by the impact, blood spraying as he collapsed.

"BROTHER!" the four men screamed in horror.

But Guang wasn’t done.

Another flick of his wrist — and the broken puppet staggered back to its feet.

"B-Brother... I-I’m o-okay..." the puppet rasped, blood dripping from the visible, angry red mark on his chest.

Suddenly, a voice echoed from one of the far rooms — Yuan’s voice, impatient and casual.

"Hey! Hurry up, guys!" he called.

"Tsk, I wanted to have more fun~," Chunsi pouted, twirling a strand of her hair with a playful smirk.

"Then you should have it all," Guang replied, his smile turning wicked.

Without hesitation, he gave one final flick of his fingers —

The puppet collapsed onto the ground like a broken doll.

"BROTHER!" the others cried out again, desperation thick in the air.

"I’ll go first," Guang said, flashing Chunsi a playful but sharp smile before leaving her behind.

"Now... let’s get started~," Chunsi smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

The faint, sweet scent from her thighs grew heavier, swirling around her like an invisible aura. She moved, her brown socks shifting as she took her fighting stance.

The four brothers, still rattled from Guang’s assault, turned their attention toward her. But Chunsi was faster. Much faster.

In a blink, she closed the distance —

Her heel whipped out in a vicious, spinning kick aimed at the first clone.

CRACK!

The clone disintegrated into smoke on impact.

Another clone lunged, throwing a wild right hook. Chunsi ducked low, using her elbow to slam up into the clone’s crotch.

The force of the hit bent it forward —

She pivoted sharply, delivering a brutal backfist to its chin, and it too vanished into smoke.

Three more clones rushed her at once.

Chunsi planted her palms on the ground and spun, sweeping her legs around like a whirlwind. Each graceful, deadly spin forced the clones back — until every single one evaporated into mist.

Breathing steadily, she wiped the sweat off her brow.

"Creating clones without a real body or soul is useless," Chunsi said with a wicked grin. "Especially when they have no vital organs to protect."

Satisfied that her part was done, Chunsi glanced toward the hall.

"I gotta hurry, or Yuan will punish me again..." she thought with a frustrated pout, sprinting toward the room where Guang and Yuan had gone.

As Chunsi burst into the chamber, her eyes widened —

"Th-This is...?!" she gasped.

Before her stood an ancient artifact:

A plain red mask, featureless except for two narrow eyeholes and a carved scar etched into the left side of the forehead.

Its surface seemed to pulse faintly under the dim light.

Guang, already holding the mask carefully, spoke in a low, reverent voice.

"Right. It’s the Sovereign of Emotions," he said. "The ancient masked relic..."

Chunsi’s heart raced.

She remembered the legends —

The Mask of Bian-Lian, said to have belonged to the legendary performer who could change faces and emotions at will.

Wearing it would grant one the ability to manipulate emotions, unlocking their purest potential.

Across the room, Yuan stood frozen, his cold, casual tone now tinged with awe.

"Quickly — bring it here!" he ordered.

Guang and Chunsi carefully passed the mask into Yuan’s hands.

He knelt down, raising the mask toward the heavens with both hands.

"Please," Yuan whispered, his voice dark and reverent, "Lend me your power — and become one with me."

As he donned the mask, a blinding light exploded outward —

"AHHHHHHH!!!" Yuan screamed, the room trembling from the sheer force of the merging.

"Y-Yuan!" Chunsi cried out, rushing forward — but Guang’s hand shot out, grabbing her arm.

"Don’t," he said coldly, his gaze locked on Yuan.

The room filled with a heavy, oppressive silence.

Finally, the light faded.

Yuan stood tall, the mask now fused seamlessly with his face. A terrifying new presence radiated from him —

A king who now ruled over every heart.

Without a word, Yuan turned to them, his crimson mask glinting under the dark light.

"Let’s go," he said simply.