Era of Order, Year 1137.
"Th... Thank you."
Lena took the dinner tray from Liana's hands. "Let me help, Lady Liana."
"Gurrrgle—"
But immediately after, Lena's stomach let out a treacherous growl.
"Forget it, you should go eat breakfast first." Liana smiled and patted Lena's head.
A blush quickly climbed up Lena's cheeks.
Although she had nominally become a maid here, she hadn't fulfilled any of a maid's duties. Instead, she was constantly being taken care of by Liana, which made her feel quite guilty.
Because of the slumber party last night, the girls had chatted happily and slept quite late, so she hadn't been able to wake up on time this morning... By the time she got up, Liana had already prepared breakfast.
The scent of wheat from the bread in her hands made her swallow uncontrollably.
It was obvious that Lena couldn't eat this well back at home. Her usual meals consisted of black bread that tasted like sawdust, washed down with cold water.
The soft bread melted in her mouth like silk. The rich aroma of wheat, accompanied by a faint milky scent, paired with a sip of vegetable soup—it was simple, yet a rare delicacy.
She hadn't had a proper meal like this since her mother left.
Tears couldn't stop sliding from the corners of Lena's eyes, mixing into the vegetable soup as she gulped it down.
Liana was clearly a bit surprised to see this, but then she covered the corner of her mouth lightly, hiding her amusement and pride.
Look at that, she was just too amazing; the food she made was delicious enough to make people cry!
Mo Lini came out of the room yawning. "What are we eating this morning? Green dumplings?"
Hearing "Green dumplings," Little Lan, who was on top of her head, bounced down and hopped onto Lena's thigh instead.
"No green dumplings, only bread, Miss Mo Lini," Liana said grumpily.
Lena looked at the slime on her lap. It felt cool and quite comfortable. Little Lan also looked up, seemingly glancing at Lena.
"This slime looks really smart," Lena muttered.
"Little Lan is very smart. It seems to understand what we're saying," Mo Lini agreed.
"Oh, come on. No matter how smart it is, it's just a slime." Liana was dismissive.
Little Lan suddenly hopped onto the dining table, and then jumped onto Liana's head.
"Ah! This guy seems to be pulling my hair! You bastard, get down!"
Liana grabbed Little Lan from her head and threw it into Mo Lini's arms.
"Hey, this little guy really seems to understand." Liana grinned.
Little Lan extended a small, pointed tentacle and gestured at Liana.
"Oho, did that kid Joli teach you this? You actually want to use that against me?" Liana looked fierce. "Believe it or not, I'll turn you into a green dumpling and eat you!"
Little Lan immediately retracted its small tentacle.
Joli did not live here; this was Liana's house. After returning, he naturally stayed with his father.
Because they knew beforehand that the Elven race did not have a Church of the Goddess, Musen, who couldn't recharge, had stayed inside the book without showing his face to save the power of faith for more critical situations.
Lena scanned the area around the dining table. Including her, there were only three people and one slime, making the long table seem a bit empty.
"Where are Mr. Xia Lun and Miss Aina?" Lena asked softly. "Aren't they coming for breakfast?"
Liana replied nonchalantly, "Oh, they might already be eating."
...
"Xia Lun! That's amazing, huff—that's amazing, Xia Lun, as expected of my Hero..."
Aina had her arms around Xia Lun's neck, while Xia Lun's hands passed through her smooth underarms to grip the two sturdy cartilage bones of the wings on her back, using them as handles.
Aina's wings were truly a part of her that fascinated Xia Lun.
"Ha... Ha..." Aina felt dizzy and her breathing was so rapid she could barely catch her breath.
The battle this time was simply too intense.
"That's a great expression, Aina." Xia Lun smiled with satisfaction. "Ah, there's a mirror on the vanity in the room. Shall I take you to see?"
"You bad guy, what... what are you saying?"
Xia Lun slowly rose from the bed. Aina remained clinging to him, maintaining her indecent posture.
Xia Lun arrived in front of the vanity. With her back to the mirror, Aina successfully saw herself in the reflection.
"Do you see it? What do you think of your current appearance? Aina." Xia Lun's hands held Aina's waist symbolically; he knew perfectly well that even if he let go, Aina wouldn't run away.
"This... this person isn't me." Aina turned her head away.
In the mirror, her hair was messy, her forehead was covered in beads of fine sweat, her eyes were filled only with love and desire, and her mouth refused to close for even a moment, her fragrant tongue ready for Xia Lun's favor at any time.
As the Demon King, how could she reveal such a shameful appearance?
"It's very cute. I think you look absolutely beautiful like this, Aina," Xia Lun said with great sincerity. "It makes me unwilling to look away for even a second."
"Then... then the person in the mirror must be me, after all, this is just an ordinary mirror," Aina replied.
Aina did not stop her movements. Because there was a larger gap between them now, the shameful clapping sounds became even more audible to the ear.
"Xia..."
Aina couldn't even finish shouting Xia Lun's name before the bat-like wings behind her suddenly snapped open. Xia Lun failed to keep his grip on the skeletal frame of her wings, lost his balance, and was knocked to the floor by Aina.
Aina's hands supported herself weakly on the floor on either side of Xia Lun's head, revealing a primitive charm that shook Xia Lun to his core.
Xia Lun took a deep breath and suddenly hugged Aina, who was on top of him, pressing her tightly against himself so that the two were perfectly embedded together without a single gap.
A look of immense satisfaction appeared on Aina's face.
"This time, we finished together, Xia Lun..." Aina cupped Xia Lun's cheeks. "As expected of you, Hero, a rival worthy of me. However... next time, it will be my victory."
"Don't get too cocky. I was just in bad shape this morning." Xia Lun slowly got up from the floor. "I won't let you off so easily tonight."
To be taken down by Aina in just one round... it was a bit embarrassing. Usually, he could battle Aina for several rounds in a row.
"Are you still unconvinced? Xia Lun." Aina's wing covered him, half-hiding her smiling face. "You should admit my strength."
"Have you forgotten what you looked like in the mirror? Lord Demon King, you only barely managed to keep up with me by revealing that kind of appearance."
Aina's expression turned aggrieved, and she wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes that didn't exist. "Xia Lun... in your eyes, am I just that kind of shameless slut?"
Xia Lun immediately stepped forward to comfort his wife. "No! Aina, of course not! That is your most beautiful, most enchanting form..."
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!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
