Liyana returned from the knights' camp, bringing a man with her.
"This guy is Halo. I worked with him a few times years ago, but later he quit being an adventurer and started working for the royal family," Liyana introduced casually. "Now he's the captain of the Royal Knights of the Yalan Empire... and the esteemed captain wants to mooch a meal off us."
Halo greeted everyone with a somewhat awkward smile.
It was hard not to feel uneasy—facing five people, three of whom had strength he couldn't even begin to gauge.
Well, Liyana was an old acquaintance, so he already knew her capabilities.
The only one whose power Halo could sense was the little girl with a slime perched on her head. But her aura was oddly weak, nothing like an adventurer's... Surely, it had to be a disguise.
Musen, of course, wasn't counted among them—after all, he was just a book now. To avoid trouble, Musen stayed out of sight, given that he was a sacred relic of the Goddess Church, albeit one that had been thoroughly altered beyond recognition.
Joli stared at Halo with a hint of admiration. The captain of the Royal Knights... that had to mean he was incredibly strong. And he was actually a friend of Aunt Liyana's.
Feeling Joli's intense gaze, Halo's heart skipped a beat. He didn't recognize the boy, yet the way he was staring made Halo feel as if invisible sword energy was pressing against his back.
This one's an elf too... Is it because of Liyana? Halo's mind raced with possibilities.
"Make yourself comfortable, Captain Halo... Have a seat," Xia Lun suddenly said to him.
So this must be the leader of the group, Halo mused.
He obediently took a seat by the campfire.
Xia Lun and the others had already set up a pot, simmering a rich bone broth. The meat had been stewed until tender, infused with unknown spices that gave the broth an amber hue. The fragrant soup bubbled vigorously, chunks of well-marbled meat bobbing to the surface.
Liyana took a small knife from Aina and began dicing radishes and potatoes, dropping them into the pot. Mo Lini helped by tossing in a few leafy greens, while Joli tended to the fire, carefully adjusting the heat beneath the pot.
It was a cooking method familiar to any adventurer—a communal stew.
But the ingredients in this pot were far from the usual dried meat and wild herbs most adventurers relied on.
Xia Lun handed Liyana an iron bowl.
Inside was a pale yellow batter, a mixture of wheat and flour stirred with water—Xia Lun had been whisking it earlier with a wooden pestle.
"What's this?" Halo asked curiously.
"A mysterious dish I learned from the East ages ago," Liyana declared, tilting her head proudly.
Then, using the knife, she sliced the batter into the boiling broth.
The thick, liquid batter solidified instantly upon hitting the hot water, transforming into delicate, fish-like dumplings that danced in the bubbling soup.
Halo watched in amazement.
Soon, the delicious meal was ready. The dumpling soup was savory, smooth, and tender on the tongue.
"Liyana, when did you learn to make this?" Halo asked.
Liyana tilted her head, thinking. "About two hundred years ago, I think."
Halo couldn't help but press, "Then why didn't you make it back when we were adventuring together?"
Liyana shot him a sidelong glance. "Who do you think you are? Why would I make it for you?"
"That's harsh... I considered you a teammate back then," Halo said, feigning innocence.
"I never agreed to join your adventuring party—we just worked together on a few commissions," Liyana snorted. "Besides, your rations were terrible. You couldn’t make something like this with nearly spoiled jerky... No, you didn’t even have fresh flour, just rock-hard black bread."
"Fair enough," Halo admitted readily. Most adventurers relied on preserved food, occasionally supplementing with game hunted along the way.
It was no wonder adventurers rushed to taverns for a proper meal the moment they returned to town after a job...
Liyana and Halo chatted idly.
"Where are you all headed?" Halo asked.
"Back to my homeland," Liyana replied.
"The Libian Forest? I heard they're electing a new Elf Queen—things are pretty tense there lately..."
Liyana shrugged. "Doesn’t concern me. They’d never pick me anyway."
Halo chuckled. "True enough."
"What about you? Where are you off to?"
"Abandes. There was some trouble there recently—did you hear? A bunch of priests and bishops from the Goddess Church got caught up in a labyrinth disaster. King Olega’s worried some troublemakers might target the place, so he sent us as reinforcements." Halo shrugged. "Personally, I doubt the Goddess Church would let anything serious happen, but given the... delicate ties between the royal family and the Empire, we have to put on a show of support."
"Careful, talking like that might cost you your position," Liyana said, rolling her eyes.
"Nah, the king and I get along. He’s not like that," Halo waved it off. "He’s actually pretty easygoing—especially since he needs me to handle some dirty work for him."
Mo Lini’s eyes widened. Should he really be saying this so openly?
But Halo seemed completely unfazed.
"Want a drink?" Liyana suddenly offered Halo a leather flask.
Halo’s throat moved, but he shook his head. "Better not. Alcohol slows me down, and I’ve got to head back to camp soon."
Liyana grinned and took a long swig right in front of him, leaving Halo to stare enviously before sipping his hot soup instead.
"Regret giving up the adventurer life yet?" Liyana teased. "So many rules with the royals... I don’t know how you stand it."
"After our last expedition, I got married," Halo scratched his head. "Now my kid’s already walking... Adventuring’s too unstable. I didn’t want my family worrying every day. This job’s got its rules, but it’s safe, and the pay’s good."
"Oh, right! Before that last dungeon dive, you said you’d get married when you got back... Scared the hell out of me," Liyana looked up. "And you actually made it out alive..."
"Hey... What’s that supposed to mean?" Halo laughed, then glanced at Liyana’s current companions.
"Honestly... I’m kind of jealous of you."

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.”

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!

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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?!