Chaos Era, Year 1813.
Kro Village.
A girl draped in a wide black robe walked along the bustling streets, a strand of silver hair peeking unintentionally from the edge of her hood.
If anyone knew her identity, they would surely be shocked.
Aina Kislilian, the newly ascended Demon King of the Blood Clan.
A prodigy with talent surpassing even the Blood Clan’s progenitor, she had reached the pinnacle of this world’s power in just over a century.
From birth until now, Aina had spent her life immersed in cultivation. Her father, a Blood Duke, had poured nearly the entire Blood Clan’s resources into her, forging her into the formidable existence she was today.
This was her first time stepping into the outside world.
"Humans… like ants," Aina thought coldly as she observed the passersby, an inexplicable irritation rising in her chest.
But she couldn’t act recklessly. Causing too much commotion might provoke an all-out war between humans and the Demon Race.
Aina knew that among humans, there existed those blessed by the goddess, granting them formidable abilities—powers capable of rivaling long-lived species like her own.
And among those blessed, the ones who received the most divine favor were known as… the Heroes.
Heroes… would inevitably come to slay the Demon King. That was an unshakable truth.
So then… wouldn’t it be best to eliminate the Hero before they could grow stronger?
Aina was certain her plan was flawless.
She had already gathered intelligence—this very village housed a Hero, one who was even assembling a party…
The Demon Race had previously dispatched assassins to eliminate the Hero, but none had ever returned.
Thus, Aina decided to take matters into her own hands.
Yet, when she finally laid eyes on the man in question, she realized she might have miscalculated.
Unfathomable!
Her ocular arts couldn’t penetrate his strength!
How was this possible? Did he truly possess such overwhelming power…?
She couldn’t act rashly. She had to tread carefully, probe his true capabilities, and strike only when she was certain of victory.
"Um… Miss Aina?" Xia Lun smiled awkwardly at the girl who had been staring intently at him. "Did you need something?"
"Hey, Xia Lun, what’s with her? Why’s she staring at you like that? A friend of yours?" A golden-haired elf named Liyana slung an arm over Xia Lun’s shoulder with a carefree grin. "That look in her eyes… Did you do something to upset her?"
"Of course not! This is my first time meeting Miss Aina… Ah, Miss Aina, please don’t misunderstand. Liyana’s just like this—she doesn’t mean any harm."
Xia Lun suddenly remembered something. "Ah! I posted a notice earlier looking for party members. Miss Aina must have come after seeing it!"
A party member?
If she could infiltrate the Hero’s group, it might work to her advantage—perhaps she could dismantle them from within.
"Yes," Aina replied, her gaze still locked onto Xia Lun, unwilling to relent. Yet, her ocular arts still revealed nothing.
"Oh? A new recruit?" Liyana finally seemed intrigued. "Your name’s Aina, right? Judging by your attire… a mage?"
"Correct."
"What rank?"
Aina thought for a moment. "High-tier."
Among humans, strength was broadly categorized into low-tier, mid-tier, and high-tier. Beyond that, power was no longer measured by simple ranks but by bestowed titles.
Meanwhile, the Demon Race—including the Blood Clan—followed a different hierarchy.
The Blood Clan’s ranks were structured by noble titles, from Vampire Viscounts to Blood Dukes, and even the Progenitor… But Aina’s talent had already surpassed even the Progenitor.
"Oh? High-tier, huh?" Liyana studied Aina with narrowed eyes. "Quite the mysterious lady."
Xia Lun didn’t seem bothered. Hiding one’s strength was common practice when traveling.
"So, Xia Lun, should we let her join?" Liyana leaned against him, grinning. "If you say no… I might just quit and form a party with this adorable lady instead."
"Ah… Liyana, don’t be like that. Right now, it’s just the two of us…" Xia Lun looked troubled.
"No worries. In that case, I’ll let Miss Aina be the leader, and then we’ll decide whether to invite you—"
Aina’s hooded gaze flickered toward Liyana.
The elf’s attire wasn’t revealing—light armor covered most of her body—but the undeniable curves of her figure still made her outfit strikingly alluring.
What was their relationship? Lovers?
Hmph. The Hero… What a frivolous man.
"Anyway, Miss Aina," Xia Lun cleared his throat, "though our party isn’t fully formed yet, both of us are capable fighters. Liyana is an exceptional archer among the elves… Would you like to join us?"
"Very well." Aina nodded.
"She actually agreed?" Liyana blinked in surprise. "Xia Lun, aren’t you going to ask about this icy lady’s background?"
"It’s fine, Liyana." Xia Lun smiled. "We’ll get to know each other better in time."
"Who wants to ‘get to know’ you? If anything, I’d rather get to know Miss Aina… Heh, I bet she’s absolutely adorable under that cloak." Liyana propped her chin on her hand, grinning at Aina.
Aina found herself perplexed. Were girls in the outside world always this… familiar?
"Miss Aina, I hope you’ll be cautious around Liyana in daily life," Xia Lun advised with a cough.
"Oh?" Aina shot him a disdainful look and retorted bluntly, "Shouldn’t I be more wary of you, Mr. Xia Lun? You are, after all, the only male in the party."
"Well said, Aina!" Liyana whistled, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
"Rest assured, Miss Aina, I would never act inappropriately toward you," Xia Lun stated earnestly.
For some reason, his words only stoked an inexplicable irritation in Aina. Was he implying she lacked charm?
"After all, we’ve only just met. We’re still strangers." Xia Lun continued, "But if, in the future, I develop feelings for you and wish to pursue a relationship, I’ll say so openly."
"Honest guys like him are so boring, right?" Liyana sighed, spreading her hands toward Aina. "Don’t get the wrong idea, though—he and I are just good buddies."
Aina silently observed Xia Lun, her anger gradually subsiding.
He wasn’t quite like the humans she had imagined…
"Since we’ll be teammates from now on, I think it’s only fair to be upfront about things—especially for Aina Kislilian’s sake… You don’t mind, do you, Liyana?"
"Not at all," Liyana shrugged.
Xia Lun tapped the table lightly, drawing Aina’s attention back.
"Miss Aina, the truth is… Liyana here is a lesbian."
Aina: …
Huh?
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
