Sera possessed a naturally sunny disposition.
Or perhaps, more accurately, she was a bit absent-minded.
Having been spoiled by her family from a young age, Sera had grown up fearing nothing under the heavens.
Even after learning the true identities of Aina and Xia Lun... she wasn't too restrained and continued to chat happily with Aina.
"Lady Aina..."
"Just call me by my name."
"Alright then, Aina." Sera grinned and linked her arm through Aina's, the two looking like close bosom friends.
Aina didn't seem to mind.
Xia Lun was somewhat surprised. Watching their retreating figures, his gaze softened.
Aina had very few friends... Liana and the others counted, of course, but even including them, they could be counted on one hand. Moreover, intimidated by Aina's powerful aura, they dared not act too intimately with her.
Only Sera seemed to genuinely treat Aina as just another young girl like herself.
"Up ahead is the Lais family cemetery... there's nothing much to see inside, just some tall tombstones... actually, our ancestors didn't achieve many dazzling feats; a lot of the stories are made up. You wouldn't be interested, Aina. Let's go for a stroll in the garden instead."
Only Sera could speak so brazenly without any scruples.
They were surrounded by all sorts of exotic flowers, clustering around a small pavilion in the center. The table was set with exquisite, high-end tea ware, all glittering silver and crystal clear.
Xia Lun used tongs to pick up a dessert from the three-tiered stand and placed it onto the porcelain plate in front of Aina.
A piece of rich cheesecake and a sweet, soft chocolate waffle—just as delectable and delicious as Aina herself.
"Please enjoy, my dear."
"As a butler, isn't calling me 'my dear' a bit too presumptuous, Xia Lun?" Aina raised her head slightly to look back, staring at Xia Lun in his butler's uniform.
"My apologies... Milady."
Since Aina wanted to play, Xia Lun would play along with her. "Do you have any further instructions?"
"What a dull-witted servant. Why haven't you poured tea for Sera and me yet?" Aina commanded in an arrogant tone.
If Sera hadn't been there, Xia Lun definitely would have thoroughly toyed with Aina's currently triumphant little face until she couldn't smile anymore.
"As you command, Milady."
"Actually, let me do it."
But Sera, as the hostess, immediately stood up and snatched the tea-making duties.
Warming the pot, measuring the tea, brewing, filtering... Sera's movements were elegant and standard, a delight to watch. It was only now that she revealed the gentleness and tranquility befitting a lady of a noble house.
Xia Lun admitted to himself that even if he were to do it, he couldn't have done it so well.
Xia Lun stood quietly behind Aina. Allowing the Hero to serve her in this manner—everything had already been secretly marked with a price. Aina would likely not have an easy time tonight.
Moments later, two cups of rose tea were placed before them.
"Mr. Xia Lun... aren't you going to sit?" Sera asked.
Xia Lun was about to answer, but Aina cut in: "He won't sit. Sera, don't mind him."
Helpless, Xia Lun could only continue standing.
Aina seemed to know she wouldn't get off lightly tonight, so she decided to go for broke, unceremoniously ordering Xia Lun around like a servant.
"Xia Lun." Aina looked up slightly, and Xia Lun immediately wiped the corner of her mouth gently with a handkerchief.
"Xia Lun." Aina raised her teacup; Xia Lun took it and gently blew on the tea to cool it.
"Xia Lun." Aina opened her mouth, and Xia Lun fed a piece of pastry into it.
Opposite them, Sera watched with a face full of envy.
That guy Yorid... if she begged him properly, he would probably be willing to do this sort of thing too.
But Yorid was a bit clumsy; he probably couldn't do it as skillfully as Mr. Xia Lun... Wait, why was Mr. Xia Lun so skilled at this?
While Sera's thoughts wandered, Aina had finished her dessert under Xia Lun's service.
"Milady, if you ingest too much sugar, it might..." Xia Lun, having been ordered around this whole time, began to tease.
"Shut up, Xia Lun." Aina stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth. "As long as I exercise plenty, I can burn off the energy I've consumed."
Xia Lun revealed a satisfied smile.
...
"Hah... what is going on? Where are the people from the Lais family?"
Jerome frowned.
A maid had previously informed him to wait here because a very distinguished guest had suddenly arrived, and Miss Sera had gone to receive them.
What was this? Was he not considered a guest?
After being given the cold shoulder, dissatisfaction and anger rose in Jerome's heart.
He had climbed from the bottom to his current position through his own hard work.
On the surface, he disguised himself as a merchant transporting wheat flour and other agricultural products between the Human and Elven territories. In reality, it was he, Jerome, who had opened up the market for drug trafficking on the Elven side...
When he first came into contact with that drug, he saw the massive business opportunity it held within the Elven race.
The raw materials were originally brought out of the labyrinth by adventurers by chance. After being processed by witches, what was developed was merely an obscure analgesic potion.
The humans regarded it merely as a relaxant akin to tobacco, but Jerome discovered that its effects were amplified several times over for elves... though the side effects were also amplified several times over.
But stumbling upon this drug... must have been divine guidance.
Although the Elven race had begun to strictly crack down on this drug, Jerome didn't care... He was extremely cautious in his dealings and had even allied with the Blood Alliance on the Elven side.
When he learned of the internal disputes within the Blood Alliance, he immediately declared his stance and reached a cooperation agreement with the leader of the Elven branch of the Blood Alliance. He handed the sales over to them while he was responsible for importing the goods from the Human side.
Even if they were caught, the dirty work on the surface was all done by the Blood Alliance and had nothing to do with him... It would take considerable time to trace it back to him, and by then, he would have long since earned enough and fled to the Aran Empire with his monstrous wealth.
Relying on drug trafficking, Jerome immediately made a fortune. Next, naturally, he wanted to make his business bigger and stronger. For that, the support of a massive family was indispensable.
The Lais family controlled several industries that did business with the Human race. As long as he could marry into the Lais family, he could thoroughly build his own empire.
However, that broad named Sera really had no interest in him whatsoever.
Jerome recalled his previous encounter, and his face darkened slightly before revealing a sinister grin.
The next time they met... he would just drug her directly. As an elf, she would surely sink into depravity amidst that ecstatic sensation, and afterwards, wouldn't she be at his mercy?
Perhaps he could even rely on the drugs to completely control the Lais family and become the true head of the household...
Jerome seemed to already see a glorious future beckoning to him.

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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!