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!"
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?!
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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)
