Chaos Era, Year 1814.
Above Olie City.
The situation had taken a dire turn. For some unknown reason, Death Praise had begun ignoring Xia Lun and focusing its attacks on Aina.
With Xia Lun covering for her, Aina hadn’t sustained any further injuries… though her frantic dodging and weaving through the air left her looking rather disheveled.
Whoosh—
A black beam of light streaked past Aina, piercing through distant clouds.
By now, Xia Lun and Aina had a rough understanding of Death Praise’s abilities.
First were the beams fired from its fingertips, which carried a terrifying corrosive force. A direct hit to a vital spot could be fatal.
Second was the powerful defensive barrier enveloping its body, seemingly centered around the crimson demonic stone embedded in its chest. The barrier exerted an immense repelling force—even Xia Lun’s holy sword slashes couldn’t break through, and Aina’s magic was equally ineffective.
Death Praise had only used its ability to summon kin once. After Aina melted the summoned creature, it never used the ability again… likely because Aina countered it and Death Praise didn’t want to waste more of its kin.
Death Praise’s body was also shrouded in a dark, corrosive energy that seemed to enhance its physical attributes. For enemies, coming into contact with it was extremely dangerous—Aina had already lost an arm because of it.
This was the first time Xia Lun had encountered such a troublesome foe.
The most frustrating part was its defense. If they couldn’t break through its barrier, they’d remain stuck in a passive, defensive struggle.
"Futile resistance."
Xia Lun’s pupils constricted—Death Praise’s right hand had vanished, only to reappear behind Aina, piercing straight through her chest.
"No! Aina!" Xia Lun instinctively shouted.
Aina’s figure slowly dissipated.
"Don’t get so worked up. I’m not dead yet." Aina’s calm voice echoed beside Xia Lun’s ear as her form reappeared behind him.
The one that had vanished was merely an illusion conjured from condensed mana.
"You really… scared me there." Xia Lun let out a slow sigh of relief.
"But… do you know that guy? Why is he holding back against you?" Aina had naturally noticed it too—Death Praise was treating Xia Lun differently. Despite Xia Lun’s relentless harassment, Death Praise hadn’t used any lethal moves against him.
"Maybe it’s because of the Goddess. He seems wary of her power," Xia Lun speculated.
"The Goddess, huh…" A hint of something unreadable flickered in Aina’s eyes.
But there was no time to dwell on it now.
Death Praise charged toward them. Though its speed wasn’t extraordinary, the sheer pressure it exuded was overwhelming.
Aina: "Do you still have strength left?"
Xia Lun: "Of course."
Aina: "Buy me two minutes… no, one minute is enough."
The holy sword in Xia Lun’s hand blazed with radiant light once more as he grinned. "No problem. I won’t let him lay a finger on you… but after that, it’s up to you, Aina."
A series of sonic booms erupted in the air as Xia Lun’s sword slashed out, leaving behind overlapping afterimages. The howling sword winds transformed into countless crescent arcs, all converging on Death Praise.
Hummm—
Like the tolling of a morning bell, the sword strikes left several shallow gashes on Death Praise’s body.
But as dark energy enveloped the wounds, they rapidly healed without a trace.
Xia Lun had already closed the distance, raising his holy sword high. The light from the blade extended into a massive, dozens-of-meters-long sword that swept forward with devastating force.
The mountaintop far behind them was sheared off by the stray sword energy.
This was Xia Lun’s trump card. Death Praise’s defensive barrier shattered instantly under the blow, and the skeletal figure was sent flying.
Aina had asked for one minute… but Xia Lun wasn’t content with just that.
After all, he wasn’t the type to pin all his hopes on someone else.
Within that minute, he’d make sure to deal enough damage to leave Death Praise severely wounded—just enough for Aina to finish it off.
Xia Lun’s aura surged as his figure turned into a streak of light.
……
"There’s… a response!"
But inside the room, Ankula froze in surprise.
Though she had sensed an answer from the spirit realm, what shocked her was that she had received two distinct consciousnesses at once.
How was this possible?
Two spirit beings descending simultaneously… Ankula had never heard of such a thing.
Powerful entities in the spirit realm were territorial by nature—they never coexisted with others.
But the spirit realm was an enigmatic and bizarre place. Even after centuries of study, witches had barely scratched the surface of its mysteries. No matter how strange the circumstances, nothing was truly impossible.
The two summoned consciousnesses… seemed to be on good terms. There was no spiritual turbulence between them, so… were they friends?
Ankula tentatively called out, inviting them into her body.
But then, a wave of nervousness hit her… This was unprecedented. She had no idea whether her body could withstand two spirits at once—would she explode from the strain?
However, her worries were quickly dispelled.
Only one consciousness responded to her call, merging into her body.
……
"This is… Olie City from a thousand years ago?"
After hearing Aina’s explanation, Xia Lun was stunned.
They were still within the spirit realm, observing the outside world through a hazy, dreamlike glow.
"Exactly. And the one who summoned us is none other than Miss Ankula," Aina said, her tone teasing. "The little girl who admired the great hero and confessed her feelings to you."
Xia Lun’s gaze dropped downward, where a fair-skinned, golden-haired girl sat cross-legged in the center of a magic circle. She wore only shorts and a tank top, her exposed skin glistening with fragrant oils.
At the same time, he sensed the battle raging above them—his and Aina’s past selves, locked in fierce combat with the evil god.
"Hah… Hahaha… This is too amusing… To think the ones this girl summoned a thousand years ago were actually us…" Aina suddenly burst into laughter, as if she had pieced together the truth. "So that’s how it is! No wonder…"
"Does that mean the final outcome was us defeating that evil god?" Xia Lun seemed to grasp it too, though he had no memory of this event.
"No, Xia Lun. Not ‘us,’" Aina corrected, raising a finger. "It was ‘me.’"
"Huh?"
"What, does the great hero want to enter that girl’s body too?" Aina shot him a cold glance. "Xia Lun, the only one you’re allowed to enter is me."
Xia Lun flushed slightly. "Ah, well…"
"I can handle this alone. Just wait here—it’ll be over soon."
With that, Aina’s figure plummeted downward, merging into Ankula’s body.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
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.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
