Anana looked at the dazzling red light blooming in the crystal ball before her, feeling a surge of joy in her heart.
Actually, long before she even set foot in the Olifendo Academy, her father had secretly arranged for someone to test her, so she already knew she possessed a considerable amount of magical potential.
However, having it officially confirmed by the academy's crystal ball at this very moment, with the light genuinely reflecting in her eyes, the thrill of this achievement was a completely different feeling.
"There seem to be quite a few promising seeds among this year's new students," Mian muttered to himself as he watched the crystal balls light up one by one in front of him.
"But no genius with talent as outstanding as yours." A crisp voice rang out behind Mian without any warning.
"Senior Delyan!" Mian turned his head in surprise. "What brings you here?"
"A mere junior like Mian dares to speak to me in such a tone? I was just passing by to take a look, is that not allowed?" Delyan unceremoniously rubbed Mian's head hard, messing up his hair. "Also, mind your address; you need to call me Instructor now!"
She had successfully graduated from the academy last year and had chosen to stay on, becoming a young instructor.
She and Mian were students from the same branch of the academy, and Mian had even been recommended by her, so they interacted quite a bit. For Delyan's graduation thesis on the application of fire magic as a core power source for golem flight propulsion, Mian had also put in a lot of effort helping with the experiments.
"Senior Delyan..." Mian's voice was full of helplessness. He tried to salvage his disastrous hairstyle but could never manage to act tough in front of her. "At least leave me a little dignity as a senior in front of the new students..."
"Hmm? That little girl is a fire type, and her magical talent isn't bad at all." Delyan ignored Mian's complaints. Her eyes lit up as she strode forward, taking the initiative to invite Anana. "Little sister, your fire talent is very pure! Your magical fluctuations are quite active, too. Are you interested in joining our branch later?"
"Eh? Can I?" Anana was initially delighted, but then seemed to remember something. "But, I... I think I still need to think about it first..."
When she left home, her father had warned her to be vigilant out in the world and not to be fooled by strangers.
"Is that so? You're right, you should think it over carefully... But I reckon after you think about it, you'll still come to our branch." Delyan laughed heartily. "After all, in terms of the depth of fire magic heritage and teaching faculty, our branch is definitely the strongest! Plus, Principal Wolund is also the head of our branch..."
"Alright, Senior Delyan, the testing process for the new students isn't completely over yet! Please don't cause trouble here." Unable to bear it any longer, Mian pulled Delyan away. "If you need anything, come find me later, thank you!"
"Mian, you were cuter when you first enrolled." Delyan sighed. "Back then, you looked so obedient and easy to bully... Ah, though I guess you still are."
"Senior Delyan, please stop bothering me!"
Delyan waved her hand and, with a string of cheerful laughter, her figure soon disappeared around the corner of the corridor, tactfully leaving before Mian could truly get angry.
Anana blinked, looking in the direction Delyan had left, full of curiosity about her future academy life.
"Alright, everyone, please continue to follow me."
The entrance test for Olifendo was still the same old three-part set: magical talent, motivation for enrollment, and character and temperament.
No one was eliminated in front of the owl in the second round, but in the third round, facing the foul-smelling green-skinned goblins on the training ground, several wealthy young ladies obviously found it hard to accept.
"We haven't even started learning magic yet, how are you expecting us to kill goblins?"
"Exactly! My brand-new robes will get dirty!"
"And that thing is just too disgusting. What's the point of dealing with such lower lifeforms? This is simply not something a lady should do!"
Mian did not give these young ladies a good look. He scanned these pampered new students, his voice not loud, but carrying an unquestionable power that pierced through the noise: "The magical world is not as clean as you think it is, and not everyone will accommodate you. Danger and filth are the norm... If you don't even have the resolve to face the lowest tier of magical creatures, I advise you to leave the academy as soon as possible."
Mian was no longer the greenhorn who let others bully him when he first enrolled. He had already gone to the labyrinths several times with his classmates, encountered life-and-death crises, and narrowly escaped from the claws of monsters.
The idle chatter on the field instantly quieted down.
Anana did not hesitate to step forward first.
She nimbly dodged the goblin's wildly flailing claws, closed in with precision, and with a flash of cold light from her dagger, cleanly sliced open the artery on the goblin's neck. Foul-smelling blood sprayed out, and the goblin fell to the ground, twitching and making gurgling sounds.
After the goblin fell, Anana did not stop. Instead, out of habit, she pressed the goblin's head to the ground, straddled its back, and dragged her dagger from the goblin's scalp down its back...
Squelch—
The subtle sound of the blade cutting into flesh and skin was clearly audible in the silent testing ground.
"Uh... that's enough, student! You've already done very well," Mian hurriedly spoke up to stop her.
"Oh!" Anana finally snapped out of it, slowly rising from the goblin's corpse, and then calmly flicked the blood off her hands.
"Did I pass just like that? That was way too easy," Anana muttered.
Looking at the nearly flayed goblin corpse, Mian felt a chill run down his spine, and the way he looked at Anana changed somewhat.
Back at home, she had long since been sensible enough to start helping her father with his work... Now, she could expertly skin a snow wolf, and she had just about skinned that goblin, too.
To be exact... she had already skinned half of it. The disgusting muscle textures on the goblin's back were already visible.
The gazes of the boys and girls around her age had long shifted from initial surprise to sheer terror, as if they were looking at an unknown, ferocious beast wearing human skin.
Anana the Flayer.
This nickname quickly spread among the new students, and even many instructors heard that a fierce female student had arrived at the academy.
It even reached Wolund's ears.
"Anana?" Wolund muttered the name that Kalinda had mentioned.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just thought it sounded a bit familiar." Wolund picked up his quill and continued tackling the documents on his desk. With the new students enrolling, things had gotten busy again lately.
Anana herself was completely oblivious to all this. She simply looked around curiously, full of anticipation for her upcoming life of magical studies...
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.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
