Ge Rui noticed Anana's gaze.
"Oh, they're tourists from Rock City. They'll be staying in Lake Village for a while."
"Tourists?"
Anana was utterly baffled. She couldn't fathom what could possibly be worth seeing in a place like Lake Village—where biting winds and endless snow were the only constants.
"For people from other regions, the snowy landscapes of the Frostlands are a rare sight," Ge Rui said, waving a hand at her. "Now hurry back inside before you freeze out here."
Anana didn’t press further, clutching her long-awaited doll as she returned home.
The merchant caravan began unloading their goods. The men worked swiftly, hauling crates of spices and fine salt into the village.
"Good work," Ge Rui greeted them with a smile.
The men chatted about their earnings and the news from the city before dispersing to their homes.
Once they were gone, Ge Rui led the group of gray-robed figures into the village schoolhouse.
Old Cody didn’t seem surprised by their arrival.
"How many people are in this village?"
"About a hundred or so."
"Some of the hunters here are as skilled as mid-tier adventurers. They won’t be easy to handle."
"Master Cody is a powerful mage, and… Boer here has also joined the operation. He’s the newest Revelator."
From the crowd, Boer pulled back his hood.
He was young—barely in his twenties—with ashen hair and delicate features that might have been handsome if not for his unkempt appearance and sickly, sallow complexion.
Boer’s frail frame looked as if a stiff breeze could knock him over, making it hard to believe he posed any threat.
"Leave the troublesome ones… to me." His voice, raspy and aged like a dying man’s, clashed sharply with his youthful face.
"That’s reassuring," Old Cody said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "That way, I can focus on setting up the ritual array."
At the mention of the array, the group’s expressions grew fervent.
"Will the Hero truly hear our call?"
"Of course! During the last operation, the Revelators already received the Hero’s gaze… but those bastards from the Truth Magisterium caught wind of it…"
"Have those ingrates forgotten the Hero’s grace? Damn traitors!"
"Only the Hero can lead this world back to its rightful path!"
"We must… end the Demon King’s reign!"
Among them, Ge Rui had somehow changed into a gray-yellow robe as well.
"For the Hero!"
…
The disciples arrived at dusk, and now night had fully fallen.
The evening was eerily calm, the cloudless sky casting a cold, silver moonlight over the snow—like a mirror reflecting the very essence of winter’s bite.
Anana peered out the window, the ruby pendant at her chest radiating warmth, yet an unease lingered in her heart.
"What’s wrong, Anana? You should be in bed," her mother said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Didn’t Ge Rui get you a new doll? You can sleep with it tonight."
Anana stuck out her tongue slightly. As always, her mother saw right through her.
"But I want to sleep with you."
"Ah… that won’t do, Anana." Her mother patted her head. "Your father… he got hurt during his last hunt. I need to tend to his wounds tonight."
Anana didn’t ask why, whenever her mother "tended" to her father’s wounds, it was always her who ended up screaming.
"Alright, Anana… off to bed now." Her mother kissed her forehead, and Anana nodded.
Hmm—
A strange, resonant hum suddenly echoed outside.
Then, a thick crimson light erupted into the sky, enveloping all of Lake Village.
"What’s happening?" Her mother stared blankly out the window, instinctively pulling Anana close.
"Stay inside. I’ll check it out." Her father, Anlier, hastily threw on a fur-lined coat, grabbed his longbow from the door, and snatched up a steel scimitar before rushing out.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Deafening explosions shook the snowhouse, its icy walls trembling.
Anana shrank into her mother’s embrace, trembling.
"Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. Your father is strong—he’ll take care of it," her mother whispered, holding her tight.
But as Anana looked up at her mother’s paper-white face, her heart sank.
Outside, the shouts of men and the screams of women mingled in chaos.
Her father’s voice rose above the rest, locked in confrontation with someone.
"Ge Rui! What are you doing?!"
"Who are these people?!"
"Why would you do this?!"
For a moment, there was only silence in response.
Then—
"Anlier… I’m sorry."
Another earth-shaking explosion followed, accompanied by an inhuman roar.
CRASH!
The thick ice wall of the snowhouse shattered inward as a figure was hurled through, landing right at Anana and her mother’s feet.
"No! Anlier!" Her mother screamed.
It was her father.
Anlier’s chest was caved in, blood gushing from the wound. He could no longer stand.
In Anana’s eyes, her father had always been the pillar of their family—Lake Village’s strongest hunter, a man who could single-handedly take down a three-meter-tall snow bear. There was nothing he couldn’t do.
Now, he lay gasping, moments from becoming a corpse.
The freezing wind howled through the broken wall, chilling Anana’s heart as much as the winter night outside.
Through the collapsing structure, Anana caught sight of a monstrous, skinless figure—crimson flesh exposed, her father’s arrow embedded in its skull and his scimitar lodged in its chest.
The creature yanked out the weapons and turned its cold gaze toward them.
In the next instant, it leaped forward, landing right before Anana.
"Run… now!" Anlier forced himself up, shoving his wife away. "I’ll… hold it off!"
The monster’s eyes gleamed with mockery. "The entire village is sealed by the ritual array. No one escapes… You are all offerings to the Hero."
"You dare defile the legendary Hero’s name? What you worship is nothing but a filthy false god!"
Anlier coughed up blood, staggering forward—only for his vision to blur red before he collapsed.
"Fools like you could never understand the Hero’s—"
The creature’s words cut off abruptly.
Anana stared, stunned, as the monster froze solid into a blue statue of ice.
Behind it, through the shattered wall, a massive blue vertical eye locked onto her.
Then, a voice—clear, youthful, yet sharp as winter’s edge—rang out:
"Do you have any sausages?"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
