Super Island Tycoon

Jiang Cheng hooked his foot, catching a wooden stick in his hand.

The other mercenaries who noticed the situation began to shoot at him.

Jiang Cheng continued forward, a light shield forming in front of him, while he threw the stick.

”With a scream of pain, one of the mercenaries’ heads was smashed by the stick, brain matter spilling out.

Jiang Cheng casually pulled a blade from the body of a mercenary, using it with ruthless force, the blade piercing through another mercenary’s chest, continuing its flight until it embedded deeply into a tree trunk behind.

He lifted a mercenary’s body, hurling it heavily against another, leaving that mercenary dazed.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng was like a Death God!

His expression was calm, even his gaze was steady. His movements were not fast, almost leisurely.

Yet with every gesture, mercenaries fell, lifeless on the ground.

Panic appeared on the mercenaries’ faces. In their hearts, Jiang Cheng was a Death God!

The faces of the mercenaries led by Tian Ruo who were shooting at Jiang Cheng showed signs of fear; they retreated while shooting.

Trying to escape?! A cold smile appeared on Jiang Cheng’s calm face.

He kicked out, sending a piece of metal crashing into a mercenary’s face, the force embedding the metal into it.

Jiang Cheng casually hurled debris from the ground at the mercenaries, using whatever was available, including a mop. But in Jiang Cheng’s hands, even a sheet of paper could kill, not to mention a hard wooden stick being a lethal weapon.

The mop pinned a mercenary harshly against the wall, its handle embedded deeply as if it was part of his body.

The group of mercenaries before him was completely wiped out by Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng did not stop moving.

As he passed the bodies of these mercenaries, he picked up their weapons.

A mercenary in the room shot at him, but the bullet was caught by Jiang Cheng’s hand, and with a flick of his wrist, it pierced through the shooter’s left eye, leaving him dead without a sound.

A mercenary quietly sneaked behind Jiang Cheng, grinning as he aimed a rocket launcher on his shoulder.

Without turning his head, Jiang Cheng fired a shot behind him, the mercenary’s head exploded and not far away, a tank appeared, its barrel lowering, targeting Jiang Cheng.

”Boom” went the tank’s shell.

In an instant, Jiang Cheng’s figure vanished.

When he appeared again, he was on top of the tank’s turret; reaching out, he forcefully tore open the tank’s hatch, throwing in a bundle of explosives. With a loud bang, the tank exploded into pieces.

Jiang Cheng walked out of the smoke, behind him the wreckage of the tank was burning fiercely.

Jiang Cheng searched through each house; how many mercenaries had died by his hands? Even he couldn’t remember. He picked up items around him, continuously killing those mercenaries who were worse than beasts, and he was just as unsure of how many people he saved.

His expression was as steady as water, his gaze tranquil.

But every strike from him meant another mercenary screamed and died.

Soon, there were no living mercenaries in the small town!

The rescued people looked at the strange objects used to kill, and then at Jiang Cheng, their eyes full of awe.

The following tasks were simple; Jiang Cheng used Yintong to tell these poor people they could now go home.

The people left in all directions, before leaving, they held Jiang Cheng’s hand, not knowing how to express their gratitude. Perhaps, tearful sobs were the best gift they could give Jiang Cheng.

The last to leave was Jiang Cheng.

He looked at the deadly still small town before him and turned to leave.

He could never figure out why.

In the days that followed, Jiang Cheng continued to appear in every corner of the Sek Planet, continuously helping those oppressed by tyrannical leaders. The number of merciless warriors who died by his hands was countless. What he did not know was that his reputation had begun to spread across the Sek Planet, with the suffering people seeing him as their savior, a protector of the common folk. Meanwhile, those ruthless warriors viewed him as a terrifying force, their leaders even bypassing internal conflicts to hold a secret meeting, at which they reached an agreement—their current unified goal was to eliminate this mysterious alien.

However, could they succeed?

Jiang Cheng tirelessly traveled across Sek Planet, his face still calm, neither angry nor happy, his hands still clean. But the white shirt he wore was stained with various marks—red blood, black soot, green grass sap, and other peculiar colors.

Jiang Cheng had no time to care about these, he was busy killing, and rescuing people.

With every bad person he killed, he could save more good people.

Bad people deserved to die!

During his killing spree, warriors desperately begged him for mercy, kneeling, crying bitterly, repeatedly pleading for their lives. They seemed to have forgotten their own heinous acts, perhaps just moments ago they had killed an innocent villager or plundered a town, or violated a woman.

Jiang Cheng spared none!

Whether resisting or begging, every warrior died by his hand.

His expression remained unmoved.

Jiang Cheng’s fame on Sek Planet grew ever larger!

The people of Yintong were of course ecstatic. For them, in these times of flying bullets, to have someone to protect and save them was incredibly fortunate, a messenger from the gods, or rather, he was a god.

Jiang Cheng didn’t know that there were many ordinary people—not just those he saved—who commissioned painters or sculptors to depict his image on paper or sculpt statues, which they placed in homes to worship devoutly. Some poets and writers recorded his name and heroic deeds filled with compassion in books, and he quickly became a topic of discussion wherever people gathered. This man from the Extraterrestrial Planet, perhaps he really was a god, was always the talk of these gatherings. People spoke passionately about him, singing his praises. Enthusiastic people gave him many new titles—”Protector of the Sek Planet,” ”Defender of Peace,” and more.

Since there were those who loved him deeply, there were also many who hated him to the bone. They didn’t know the real name of this alien, so they referred to him as ”Death God,” and their hatred for him was so strong they wished nothing more than to eradicate him.