A fierce battle raged below.
But in Mida's eyes, it was no different from ants crawling on the ground.
The blood-red barrier enveloping the village was nothing more than a trivial illusion to her.
Her massive dragon form pressed down without any need for finesse, and the barrier shattered like a freshly baked wafer, crumbling with a crisp crack.
It offered even less resistance than an actual wafer—because if it were a wafer, Mida might have taken a bite or two.
At the village entrance, Old Cody, who had been maintaining the barrier, coughed up blood from the magical backlash, his eyes brimming with disbelief.
"Impossible! Why would the Snow God descend upon a place like this? How could this happen?"
Yet the undeniable reality lay before him.
It felt like a teenager bullying a child playing in the mud, only for a towering adventurer wielding a door-sized broadsword to suddenly appear, demanding a duel.
The gap between them was far too vast.
And Old Cody couldn't fathom any reason for the Snow God to intervene.
...
That crimson creature looked utterly repulsive, reeking of blood—a stench so foul it made Mida's nose wrinkle. Without a second thought, she flash-froze him solid.
Mida glanced around the house, then suddenly twitched her nose, catching a familiar scent.
It was the cured sausage Wolund had brought her before.
"Do you have any sausages here?" Mida asked.
It wasn't her fault her keen nose picked it up—the merchant caravan had just restocked spices, and Anana's mother happened to be curing extra meat into sausages, filling the house with a rich aroma.
Anana stood frozen, barely registering the question. After all, Mida's sudden appearance was beyond shocking.
Anyone staring straight into an eye that large would have their brain short-circuit momentarily.
"Do you have sausages?" Mida repeated.
"Y-yes... we do," Anana stammered in panic.
Mida slowly straightened up. Just as Wolund had said, communicating like this was inconvenient. She felt like she was hunched over, peering into an anthill... and with all these cramped houses around, moving was a hassle.
Through the collapsed wall, Anana finally got a full view of Mida.
A magnificent azure dragon, her scales forged from dazzling ice crystals, shimmered under the moonlight.
Her slender, elegant form radiated both grace and undeniable power.
"So beautiful..." Anana murmured, entranced.
Then, the dragon vanished. In her place stood a girl who looked only slightly older than Anana, stepping into the house.
Only the glimmering ice-like dress gave away her true identity.
Mida glanced at the frozen monster inside, frowned at its unsightly appearance, and flicked a finger. The ice sculpture shattered into glittering dust.
She then extended her hand to Anana. "Sausage."
Anana rushed to the kitchen, snatched a hanging sausage from the beam, and hurried back to hand it over.
Mida nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.
"Wait! Your Grace!" Anana suddenly called out. "You're so powerful... could you save my father?"
Hearing this, Anana's mother gently laid her husband down and knelt before Mida.
"Great Snow God! Please, have mercy—save Anlier! We'll do anything!"
Anlier's condition was dire. Blood and broken organ fragments spilled from his lips; his breaths were shallow. Even a high-tier healer would have given up.
"You're just a weak human. What could you possibly offer me?" Mida scoffed.
While she feared her mother, no one else could command her to lift a finger.
"Mother makes sausages!" Anana suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Mida. "Please save my father! I'll give you anything..."
She pulled a pendant from her neck.
"This is my most precious treasure—take it!"
Mida barely registered the rest.
Only the first sentence stuck: "Mother makes sausages."
"Well, you're not completely useless," Mida muttered, eyeing the pendant.
The gem embedded in it was low-grade, not even worthy of a snack.
But it carried a faint trace of Wolund's aura.
Fine, I'll help. I do mess with Wolund a lot...
That said, Mida didn't know any healing magic.
She conjured a jade vial filled with pale green liquid.
As she uncorked it, an overwhelming vitality filled the air. Just a whiff made Anana's cells tremble with hunger.
It was sap from the World Tree—diluted. Her mother had given her some, warning her to use it sparingly.
Honestly, Mida wasn't sure if it would work on a half-dead human... but it should. Her mother had used it to patch her up after training sessions.
She poured the elixir over Anlier's caved-in chest.
Flesh regenerated at a visible pace. Within moments, the ghastly wound sealed, and Anlier's breathing steadied.
Mida had planned to empty the vial, but a quarter was enough—any more, and the surge of life force might have burst his body.
Now that it was opened, the elixir would lose potency over time... No point wasting it.
So, between bites of sausage, Mida chugged the rest like a bedtime drink.
Anana and her mother gaped at the unconventional "treatment" but didn't dare interrupt.
Finally, after a satisfied burp that echoed like a dragon's roar, Anlier stirred awake.
"What... happened?" He sat up, feeling unnaturally energized, as if he could wrestle a bear.
"Anlier!"
"Father!"
Wife and daughter flung themselves at him.
Mida yawned lazily.
Food coma setting in.
Plus, it was late—way past her usual bedtime.
Good dragons didn't stay up too late. Mother's rules.
Bad things happened if she did...
Without ceremony, she flopped onto Anana's bed and curled up.
Soon, soft, steady snores filled the room.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
