Order Era, Year 1137.
Mo Lini listened intently as Aina recounted events of the past.
"And then? What happened next?" Mo Lini asked curiously. "How did you defeat that evil god?"
"Then... Ankula summoned an immensely powerful being, which descended upon her and effortlessly crushed Death Praise," Aina replied calmly.
"Huh?"
Mo Lini blinked her large eyes, visibly surprised.
The turn of events defied her expectations.
By conventional storytelling logic, when cornered and witnessing Aina's injuries, shouldn't Xia Lun, as the hero, have rallied with cries of friendship, bonds, and the power of love, charging through the evil god's defenses to deliver the decisive strike...
Followed by the classic trope of the victorious hero left grievously wounded on death's door.
Perhaps even further—Ankula, playing the role of the defeated rival, might have sacrificed herself, using a secret art to restore the hero's life...
Mo Lini could practically picture it: Ankula clasping Aina's hand, asking her to take care of Xia Lun in her stead.
But reality... was far beyond imagination.
"Miss Ankula... is that strong?" Mo Lini murmured in disbelief.
She had assumed Liyana's claim about Ankula defeating the evil god referred to her overcoming its mental shackles through sheer willpower... not literally beating it into submission.
"It wasn’t her strength. The entity she summoned was simply on another level," Liyana remarked with awe. "Looking back, we were incredibly fortunate."
Mo Lini: "Then... who did Miss Ankula summon?"
"Likely the Goddess," Aina answered plainly. "From what I recall... only She possesses such power."
Mo Lini’s jaw dropped, a visible exclamation mark popping above her head.
Why Aina knew the Goddess's capabilities, Mo Lini didn’t dare probe.
"Besides..."
Aina suddenly clenched her fist, a flicker of anger crossing her delicate features as if recalling something infuriating. "Aside from that woman, I can’t think of anyone else who..."
The tiny red beast at her feet trembled in fear.
Xia Lun took Aina’s hand. "What’s wrong, Aina?"
"Nothing," she replied, her anger subsiding into a mix of reproach and fondness as she glanced at him. "Though you certainly reaped all the benefits."
Xia Lun was baffled—he remembered none of the incident—but seeing Aina’s reluctance to elaborate, he let it slide.
Olie City thrived as a bustling trade hub of the Yalan Empire, its wide roads branching toward distant cities, teeming with merchants.
The path Xia Lun’s group had taken from the Dragonblood Mountains was the most remote.
Yet, as Liyana noted, little remained of the city’s past. It stood reborn, unfamiliar.
"My last visit here was centuries ago," Liyana admitted, scratching her head.
Time had eroded nearly everything.
Xia Lun sighed. Recovering his lost memories seemed increasingly unlikely.
Aina slipped her small hand into his palm.
But Xia Lun felt no regret.
They could simply make new memories here.
Liyana, cradling Musen’s scripture, took Mo Lini to explore the city—diverting from her initial plan to visit the smithy, opting instead for a bookstore and an apothecary.
Xia Lun and Aina were entrusted with a crucial mission: securing lodging for the night.
A quick inquiry led them to the city’s finest inn.
Xia Lun booked three rooms—one for him and Aina, another for Liyana and Mo Lini, and the last for Musen (a book).
The front desk processed their stay swiftly, even offering a discount thanks to their Olifando Academy credentials.
The clerk’s gaze brimmed with knowing amusement—youthful vigor was no secret.
The room was splendid, its floor-to-ceiling window framing the lively streets below and scenic vistas beyond.
The price matched, but the luxury justified it.
Xia Lun glanced at the wedding ring on his finger—the Demon King’s treasury left no shortage of funds.
"Want to explore outside?" he asked without turning, sensing Aina’s presence behind him.
Her soft body pressed against his back as she purred, "No, Xia Lun."
He chuckled. "Starting now? What’ll we do tonight then?"
Outside, the afternoon sun still blazed, hours from dusk.
"Isn’t it obvious?" Aina licked her lips. "We’ll continue then, of course."
Such a greedy Demon King.
But Xia Lun, the hero, felt no fear.
Silently, he drew the curtains shut, sealing out the light.
Aina snapped her fingers. A cascade of magic circles ignited across the room, casting an eerie glow—no lamps needed.
Her spellcasting speed bordered on the impossible.
Flames engulfed them, reducing clothes to ash as crimson bat wings unfurled behind Aina.
On the bed, silhouettes merged against the dappled wall.
"Mmm—this long-awaited feeling is divine," Aina moaned, arms looped around Xia Lun’s neck, her wings taut in ecstasy.
Xia Lun sighed. "Long-awaited? Aina, it’s only been three days."
"Really? Felt like ages," she breathed, eyes smoldering. "Any special requests today, Xia Lun? What shall I call you?" Her skin flushed. "My hero... darling... or... master?"
"Just my name is fine."
Aina feigned shock, covering her mouth. "Oh my, that’s far too embarrassing. I might blush."
Xia Lun: "..."
Her laughter shook them both—until the hero’s counterattack left her gasping.
"Ah—!" Unprepared, Aina winced at the sudden assault. "Xia Lun, you brute! How dare you—"
Her wings flared, momentum flipping them as she pinned him down.
"Don’t think I’ll go easy on you today!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
