"Hey, brat... was that your doing?"
Humiliated, the two adventurers flushed with anger. One of them swung a fist straight at Moke's face.
Moke didn’t retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, sidestepped, and crouched slightly.
Already shorter in stature, his sudden drop made the attacker miss completely, his punch slicing through empty air.
Without hesitation, Moke drove his elbow into the man’s gut, then snapped his palm upward, striking the adventurer’s chin and sending him crashing to the ground.
The adventurer writhed in pain, clutching his stomach and curling up like a shrimp.
"You little—" His companion’s eyes blazed with fury, but the cold glint of a dagger pressed against his throat instantly silenced him.
The man forced an awkward smile. "L-Let’s talk this out, alright?"
Moke scoffed, stomped on the man’s knee, forcing him to buckle, then kicked him square in the chest, sending him sprawling backward.
As a high-tier rogue, Moke’s skills were nothing to scoff at—though compared to Xia Lun and his crew, he often seemed outmatched.
In the world of adventurers, minor scuffles rarely drew attention unless they escalated into serious injuries or damage.
"Hey, kid! Which guild are you with? You’ve got some nerve messing with us—" The two thugs spat threats even as they retreated.
"Dawn’s Wing," Moke shot back without hesitation, naming his guild outright.
The duo faltered, exchanged glances, then scrambled away without another word.
"That guy’s from Dawn’s Wing?"
"Dawn’s Wing? Aren’t they the guild making waves lately? Heard they saved Olie City from some terrifying monster."
"Rumor has it their captain’s blessed by the goddess—insanely powerful..."
Since the incident with the Death’s Hymn was too sensitive, the Adventurers’ Association had covered it up, publicly attributing it to a fearsome high-tier shapeshifting fiend.
Regardless, Dawn’s Wing had earned a reputation—one that kept low-tier guilds from picking fights.
Shila glanced gratefully at the figure before her.
"Th-Thank you, um... Mr. Pervert." Clearly, her memory was spotty—she’d forgotten Moke’s name but remembered his earlier... antics.
The memory of Moke’s off-key, vulgar singing brought a flush to her cheeks.
"Hey! ‘Mr. Pervert’? I have a name—it’s Moke!" he grumbled.
"Shila, that’s rude. Apologize properly," Vic chided, giving her shoulder a light tap.
"Sorry, Per—er, Moke," Shila mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
"Whatever. I was just here to eat. Those two happened to piss me off." Moke scanned the room—most tables near the beastfolk were empty, while the rest were packed.
Unfazed, he slid into the seat across from Vic. "This spot taken?"
"Of course, Mr. Vic, what would you like to eat? This meal is on me." Vic grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp fangs in a smile that looked somewhat intimidating.
"Ah, thank you..." Moke was startled but managed to keep his composure, not standing on ceremony.
Vic struck up a conversation with Moke, chatting familiarly.
Moke soon realized that this fierce-looking lion-headed man was actually quite thoughtful, speaking in a refined and polite manner... occasionally showing just the right amount of boldness. Spending time with him was quite pleasant.
Shila sat quietly beside them, head lowered, poking at her plate of vegetable salad with a fork without saying a word.
Halfway through the meal, someone else barged in.
"Ha, Moke, so this is where you are!" Liyana plopped down casually beside Moke. "Ah, Mr. Vic, Miss Shila, fancy meeting you again. How are you?"
"H-Hello..." Shila seemed a bit shy.
"Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with Xia Lun and the others?" Moke asked suspiciously.
After arriving in the city, their group had mostly split up to do their own things.
"Ugh—that guy’s all lovey-dovey with Aina right now. Wouldn’t it be awkward if I stuck around?" Liyana pouted, then glanced at Shila across the table. "What, did I interrupt your date or something?"
Moke: "We just happened to run into Mr. Vic and the others."
"Pfft, figures. No way a guy like you would be on a date with a girl... You’re way too cute—I bet you’d only catch the attention of men." Liyana laughed, slapping Moke’s shoulder teasingly.
"You little..." A vein throbbed on Moke’s forehead.
"Mr. Moke isn’t like that! He helped us chase off some thugs earlier. I think he’s very manly!" Shila suddenly spoke up, raising her voice in his defense.
Moke blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting Shila to stand up for him.
He scratched his head awkwardly, his gaze shifting away. "It was nothing... I just couldn’t stand those two jerks..."
"Ah, sorry, my bad. I shouldn’t have said that—the joke went too far..." Liyana tapped her own head lightly. "Well, I’ll leave you to your meal. I won’t disturb you any longer..."
Before Moke could respond, Liyana had already stood up and headed for the door.
"I’ll go settle the bill." Vic also rose slowly, walking over to the counter to order a drink and taking his time with the payment.
"Um..."
"Um..."
Moke and Shila spoke at the same time.
Moke cleared his throat. "You go first, Miss Shila."
"I’m sorry for meddling. That elf girl is your teammate, right, Mr. Moke? I think I made things awkward between you..." Shila kept her head down, her expression unreadable.
"I was just about to say that. It’s fine. Liyana’s carefree—she jokes around like that all the time. I don’t mind... Oh, and I’m not blaming you either. I really appreciate you speaking up for me. I’ve been wanting to punch that idiot for a while now..." Moke rambled nervously.
Shila suddenly giggled. "You two really get along well, Mr. Moke."
"Huh? No way? That girl is the most annoying." But once Moke started complaining about Liyana, he couldn't seem to stop. "Don’t let her fool you—despite how she acts, she’s actually a pretty decent shot. As a teammate, she’s reliable enough… but you’d better keep your distance."
"Why’s that?" Shila tilted her head curiously.
"That elf is a lesbian! She’s the real weirdo. Next time you see her, make sure to protect yourself…"

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

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.

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.”