Era of Chaos, Year 1818.
City of Muriland.
"Yo, l-long time no see." On the street, Moke greeted the rabbit-eared girl in front of him.
Compared to Moke's reserve, Shila was much more enthusiastic.
"Moke!!!" Shila leaped high into the air with excitement and threw herself directly into Moke's arms.
Fortunately, Moke was sturdy enough not to be knocked down by the little rabbit's flying tackle.
"Be careful, don't fall... And... other people are watching..."
"I don't care! Moke, I missed you so much! Hahaha... you really came to find me!" Shila hung entirely on Moke's body, her arms wrapped around his neck, as Moke spun her around in circles.
"Ew—'I missed you so much'..." Liyana mocked from the side with a sour expression.
"Hmph—this person is so annoying! Moke, let's stay away from her!" Shila hopped down from Moke and made a face at Liyana.
Liyana had always bullied Moke in the past, which made Shila very dissatisfied with her.
Naturally, Liyana did not back down and returned the grimace.
"Oh... oh, okay." Shila's passion left Moke feeling a bit dizzy.
"Someone clearly values his girl over his friends," Liyana snorted lightly. Though she said that, the way she looked at the young couple held a very satisfied smile.
Aina watched this scene quietly, as if pondering something.
Her, hanging onto Xia Lun like that... Heh, how could such a thing ever happen? It would be far too unladylike.
Aina naturally could not have imagined that a thousand years later, this posture would become commonplace for her... even without clothes.
"Mr. Xia Lun." The lion-headed beastman Vic came over and greeted Xia Lun.
"Long time no see, Mr. Vic. How have you been lately?" Meeting a familiar friend, Xia Lun couldn't help but reveal a smile.
"A bountiful harvest." Vic grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp, menacing teeth in a somewhat terrifying smile.
"Then congratulations are in order."
"I often hear news about your Wings of Dawn. Every time you return from the labyrinth, you always bring back quite astonishing hauls," Vic chuckled.
"Just a stroke of luck," Xia Lun replied modestly.
"Hmm... You guys are also here for that labyrinth, right? Want to team up and go together later?" Vic offered an invitation.
"Then I'll be in your care." Xia Lun reached out his hand to Vic.
Vic paused slightly before showing another bright smile, extending his fur-covered giant paw to shake hands with Xia Lun.
...
After returning from the labyrinth, every member of the Fangs of the Wild, despite sporting various injuries, had faces brimming with smiles and joy.
With Moke around, the harvest of this trip was destined to be excellent.
Well, when Moke was singing, the little rabbit tightly covered her ears, her cheeks and eyes red as she glared at Moke's back.
Moke was clearly so cute... How could he utter such filthy and obscene words?
Truly shameless!
Liyana noticed that the ears the little rabbit covered were the human ones on the sides of her head; the rabbit ears on top of her head were standing straight up.
Inside the tavern, under the bright lights, glasses clinked as the adventurers spoke freely.
Shila and Moke were nestled in a secluded little corner, whispering sweet nothings, looking somewhat out of place amidst the surrounding liveliness.
Vic boldly raised his mug, clinked it against Xia Lun's, and then downed it in one gulp.
"To have such a harvest this time, we really relied on you guys, Mr. Xia Lun." Vic finished the rest of the beer in his cup.
"You're too polite."
"But it's quite a headache. It seems the little rabbit of our team has been thoroughly snatched away by your rogue." Vic sighed.
"That's incorrect, Mr. Vic. It's our rogue who has been bewitched by your team's little rabbit."
Vic suddenly flashed a fierce smile again. "Is that so? Mr. Xia Lun, if Mr. Moke is willing to join the Fangs of the Wild, we will definitely give him the highest standard of treatment."
Xia Lun shook his head. "No, Mr. Vic. Since your Fangs of the Wild is so large, you should be offering charity to a small team like ours. Our Wings of Dawn would certainly welcome Miss Shila."
Even though they were raising their glasses and laughing heartily just a moment ago, a heavy scent of gunpowder suddenly permeated the air between Xia Lun and Vic.
Men are truly strange creatures, Aina muttered in her heart as she sat beside Xia Lun, taking a light sip of the wine in her glass.
"Hmm... Shila's father entrusted me to take good care of this child, so I can't just hand her over to anyone." The gleam in Vic's eyes held a profound meaning. Despite being a lion, he possessed the shrewdness of a fox.
Xia Lun: "What a coincidence. Moke's father also had a deep relationship with me, and I feel quite indebted to Moke."
Vic raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Did Moke's father also ask you to take good care of Moke before he passed away?"
"No, I killed Moke's father," Xia Lun replied indifferently.
"Cough, cough, cough!" This answer was clearly beyond Vic's expectations, causing him to choke on his drink.
"That... that is indeed a deep relationship." Vic's expression was peculiar. Although he didn't know what was going on, out of politeness, he didn't press the matter further. "Alright, Mr. Xia Lun, you win."
"Mm."
"But that will have to wait until they get married in the future. I won't stop them then... but don't even think about poaching Shila from the Fangs of the Wild right now!" Vic said in a booming voice.
"Then how about we let the two of them get married right now?" Liyana suddenly leaned over and said.
"Uh..." Vic's face instantly stiffened.
"Liyana is just joking," Xia Lun explained calmly.
"Heh... hehe, the members of your Wings of Dawn really have quite diverse personalities..." Vic laughed awkwardly and raised his glass again, but he only took a few small sips just to cover up his embarrassment.
"Why do I feel like the big lion is insulting me?" Liyana whispered to Xia Lun.
"He isn't. He's probably praising you," Xia Lun replied calmly.
"Oh." Liyana shrugged her shoulders, paid it no more mind, and went back to drinking.
"Mr. Xia Lun, where do you plan to go next?" Vic asked casually as he drank.
"Wherever there is money to be made," Xia Lun replied.
"Oh?" Vic was somewhat surprised. In his understanding, Xia Lun was clearly not a greedy person.
Xia Lun gave Vic a somewhat resentful look, leaving Vic rather confused.
If Moke hadn't hooked up with the little rabbit and wanted to earn more money, their team would probably still be slacking off right now.
"Hmm... Earning money? I do remember a commission that pays very handsomely, but not many people are willing to take it," Vic said, scratching his head.
"Oh? Is it a very dangerous commission?" Xia Lun's interest was slightly piqued.
"Not exactly, it's just that the mission location is a bit remote..."
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!"
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."
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!
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.”
