Lian Na's family was once happy, with her father and mother living in harmony and showering her with love. But after her father became addicted to drugs, everything changed drastically.
He stopped working, began extorting and beating her mother... Disillusioned, her mother eventually left him for another man. When she departed, she didn’t take Lian Na with her, and Lian Na didn’t complain much about it. At home, she did her best to make herself invisible, watching as her father, in the throes of addiction, destroyed everything around him... Only when he collapsed from exhaustion would she carefully try to piece their shattered family back together.
When sober, her father could still hold a normal conversation. He would apologize for his mistakes and swear it would never happen again... But his promises meant nothing, always dissolving into even more agonized screams.
Lian Na wanted to escape too. She knew her father had become a monster with no bottom line, corrupted by the drugs... But she had nowhere to go. This was her home.
Yet even then, she never imagined her father would sell her off.
As she watched him fawn and haggle with a bare-chested man from the Human Race—who eyed her like merchandise—an endless terror rose in her heart.
"No... no! Father, don’t sell me! Wake up... Help!" Lian Na screamed, struggling to break free.
But her father’s grip on her wrist was unrelenting. She was just an underage girl—how could she escape a grown man’s hold?
"Stay still!" Her father kicked her in the stomach impatiently, making her double over in pain before he dragged her along the ground by her arm.
The bare-chested man from the Human Race frowned at the elf. "She’s merchandise. Damage her, and she loses value."
"Sorry, sorry... I understand. She’s yours now. She’s no longer my concern."
The man from the Human Race tossed the elf a small bag, which he clutched like treasure before bolting outside.
"Drugs... hah! So much! Enough to last days! Who knew Lian Na was worth this much? Should’ve sold her sooner!" The elf tore open the bag as he ran, eagerly dipping a finger inside.
"His mind is completely gone," Xia Lun sighed, watching the scene.
"Once he finishes that bag, he’ll just hurt more people," Aina warned. "What will you do, Hero?"
As the elf sprinted out of the alley, his foot suddenly slipped—and he plummeted into a void beyond space.
The chaotic spatial currents shredded him like a meat grinder, erasing his existence in an instant.
Xia Lun stared thoughtfully at the heavy bag of white powder in his hand before stepping into the alley with Aina.
"Is this the contraband Liyana mentioned?" he murmured.
Aina dipped a slender finger into the powder, rubbing it thoughtfully.
"Hmm... not made from materials native to our world," she mused.
"What?"
"Likely from the Spirit Realm or certain dungeon ingredients. Hallucinogenic, addictive... and especially potent for elves..."
Xia Lun: "Aina, do you know something?"
She shook her head lightly. "I’m not certain, but this might be linked to the Hymn of Nature."
"The Hymn of Nature?"
"A malevolent god from beyond our world... In its realm, all life is plant-based, and the Hymn of Nature is the strongest among them."
"Plants?"
Xia Lun pondered—how did plants define strength? By competing for nutrients? Was the Hymn of Nature simply the largest?
Aina seemed to read his thoughts. "The plants of that world are mobile. They walk on roots, impale foes with branches, even use vines like hands... They’re nothing like what you imagine."
Well, that was far from what Xia Lun had pictured.
He glanced at the bag. "And this connects to the Hymn of Nature how?"
"Because that’s how it controls all life in its world—its pollen induces submission. This drug’s effects are nearly identical," Aina said softly. "This might be made from its pollen... but I can’t be sure. I’ve never encountered that god. Its world is too distant."
Huh... So a god’s true form could be a flower.
And elves, being closer to nature, suffered stronger effects from the drug.
A rough voice echoed from deeper in the alley.
"Tch, stop fighting. Your father sold you. You’re a slave now."
"Elf slaves fetch a high price among the Human Race."
"But even nobles wouldn’t dare flaunt you openly—it’d anger the elves. So you’ll spend your life locked underground as a plaything."
"Annoying... but once you’ve had a taste of this, you’ll obey."
The man poured powder into his palm, moving to force it into Lian Na’s mouth.
But a hand seized his wrist.
"Who the hell are you? When did you get here?" The drug dealer glared at Xia Lun, trying to yank free—but his wrist might as well have been clamped in iron. "Stay out of this!"
The man was no weakling—a mid-tier warrior—but against Xia Lun, he was just another mortal.
Crack.
With a crisp snap, the dealer’s wrist twisted unnaturally, dangling limp. The bone hadn’t pierced flesh, but the sight was gruesome.
"Ahh!" The man screamed. Xia Lun watched coldly.
"W-what do you want?" The man shrank back until his back hit the wall. "Who sent you?"
Xia Lun had no interest in answering. He held up the white powder. "Where did this come from?"
The man’s face twisted. "I... I got it from the witches’ guild—"
Blue light flickered in Xia Lun’s eyes. A lie. And an attempt to shift blame.
Crack.
Xia Lun stepped forward and kicked, snapping the man's thigh with a sickening crack. Another agonized scream tore from the man's throat as he slid down the wall, collapsing onto the ground.
"You have one last chance," Xia Lun said coldly.
"It's the Blood Pact! They supply this kind of potion!" the man howled in pain.
"Good. Thanks for the information."
"So... you'll let me go, right?"
Xia Lun didn’t answer. With a casual flick of his hand—
The man could only stare, dumbstruck, at the spatial rift now gaping before him.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
