Mian, who was currently doing a handstand, saw a little girl suddenly descend from the sky and land right in front of him. His breathing instantly became chaotic, and he tumbled to the ground in a somewhat disheveled manner.
Who are you?
Mian stood up from the ground, feeling a bit awkward. He patted the dust off his body, and then, without even bothering to wipe away his sweat, hurriedly put on the robe he had left to the side.
Whose child is this? Is she lost?
Mian muttered to himself, but then slapped his forehead.
Whose child could fly in the sky at such a young age? This person was definitely not an ordinary human. Her current appearance might just be a magical illusion.
Mian's mind worked quickly, and indeed, he had not guessed wrong.
May I ask if you need something? Mian asked tentatively.
Mida slowly opened her mouth and asked, Do you know where Anana is?
Anana? Mian's expression suddenly turned strange. He clearly still had some impression of that little girl. That skinning girl?
Mida's eyes lit up. That's right, it's her.
Mida still remembered that when Anana came to play with her, she had showed off, saying she had recently learned how to skin monsters and could now help her father.
Mida hadn't thought much of it at the time, but when Anana mentioned that making sausages would definitely require skinning a snowfield camel beast first, Mida was instantly filled with profound respect. This was absolutely a practical skill worth valuing.
Do you know where she is? Mida continued to ask, her small face revealing a hint of anticipation that even she didn't notice.
Mian composed himself, pondering as he muttered, Hmm... at this time, the new students should all be attending the basic magic theory class... She is probably at...
Mian was still recalling the layout of the academy's teaching buildings when Mida interrupted him.
Take me to her, Mida commanded in an unquestionable tone.
Other than Xia Lun and Aina, she basically spoke to everyone in a similar tone, carrying the natural pressure of a superior.
Mian's heart jolted. This person clearly had a very important matter.
Moreover, her tone did not sound like that of an ordinary person. Mian had a good eye for these things.
Being able to enter Olifendo, she shouldn't be someone of unknown origin either.
Alright, Anana should be in that teaching building... Mian immediately agreed to Mida's request and hurriedly led her toward the destination.
Is it convenient to ask? What is your relationship with Miss Anana? While they hurried along, Mian couldn't help his curiosity and asked Mida.
I am her friend, Mida replied with a straight little face.
Her expression is so serious, it seems she really has quite an important matter with Anana, Mian thought to himself, unconsciously quickening his pace a bit more.
...
For a mage, elemental affinity is incredibly important. Many people, despite possessing vast amounts of magic power, ultimately can only become warriors by strengthening their bodies with magic because they cannot attune to the elements... You must have an affinity for at least one element to be qualified to become a mage... The instructor on the podium had a loud and clear voice.
Affinity for magic power is innate, but one can also improve their elemental affinity later in life by communicating with the elements or coming into contact with treasures of different attributes... It is like a small cluster of flames; you must add firewood for it to burn brighter. But if there isn't even a single spark, then obviously nothing can be done.
While the instructor lectured up front, Anana listened with rapt attention down below.
When the instructor spoke about elemental affinity, she subconsciously touched the necklace hidden under her collar.
She currently had quite a strong affinity for fire, which might very well be due to wearing this Fire Obsidian for a long time.
Creak—
The wooden door of the classroom suddenly opened, and Mida's figure appeared at the doorway.
All the students' eyes, along with the instructor's gaze, uniformly focused on the uninvited guest at the door.
Hmm? Little girl, do you need something? The instructing teacher was slightly taken aback seeing Mida suddenly barge in.
Lord Snow God? Why are you here? Seeing the familiar, petite figure at the door, Anana exclaimed in disbelief.
Following the voice, Mida immediately spotted Anana sitting in the front row of the classroom.
I came to play with you, Mida stated a very ordinary thing in a very serious tone.
But I'm in class right now... Anana said quite nervously.
The gazes of many people around them shifted from Mida to Anana.
Student Anana, what is going on here? Did this little girl come looking for you? The interrupted instructor frowned, his tone carrying the displeasure of being disturbed. I hope you can explain this and not waste class time...
Uh...
Mian stood somewhat awkwardly outside the door without entering. Hearing the conversation inside the classroom, he finally realized that he seemed to have misunderstood and messed something up.
Who is that little girl?
Lord Snow God? What kind of stunt is Anana pulling now?
I don't know, Anana has always been weird... and so is her friend. Do weirdos naturally attract each other?
The classmates inside the room broke into a flurry of discussion.
Anana's small face instantly flushed bright red. She wished she could find a hole in the ground to hide in, so she hurriedly blinked at Mida, signaling her to leave quickly.
Mida received the signal and immediately understood. With a serious little face, she nodded at Anana.
Anana obviously wanted to be rescued and taken out of there.
Mida didn't hesitate. She immediately spread the small wings on her back and, under the astonished gazes of the entire classroom, flew right in front of Anana. Then, reaching out a small hand, she firmly grabbed Anana's wrist and dragged her out the window, flying away.
Ah! Anana only had time to let out a short cry of alarm before her whole body was lifted off the ground by an irresistible force.
Everything happened too suddenly. The people in the classroom stared at the wide-open window and the gradually shrinking figures in the sky, their faces still a picture of total bewilderment.
The wind blowing in from outside rustled the pages of the books on the desks.
The instructor on the podium was the first to react. Finally realizing what had happened, his face changed. A student has been abducted! Quick! Immediately notify the guards...
A broad, thick hand landed on the instructor's tense shoulder.
Principal Wolund? Seeing clearly who it was, the instructor's nerves relaxed slightly.
It's fine, continue with your class. I will handle this matter, Wolund patted the instructor's shoulder and softly reassured him.
Wolund slowly paced over to the window, looked in the direction where Mida had disappeared, sighed, and shook his head.
That little terror really knew how to cause trouble for him.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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!
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.
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.”
