Wolund looked at the mountain of envelopes and documents piled on the desk, exhausted, and rubbed the center of his brows.
Kalinda approached gracefully, placing a steaming, fragrant cup of black tea next to his hand. Principal Wolund, there is still a lot of work. You can't rest just yet. Her voice was gentle but carried an unquestionable firmness.
It's all the mess caused by those Twilight Apostles... Wolund sighed, his fingertips unconsciously tracing over the wax-sealed letters one by one.
Previously, Wolund had represented Oliphant, taking the initiative to ally with the Adventurers Guild, the True Magic Academy, and other factions to strike out. They had purged most of the Twilight Apostles' strongholds within the Yalan Empire, gaining great fame. He had even earned the exaggerated title of Mage of the Purifying Flame.
Now, news of the attack on Oliphant had spread, and all factions were paying close attention, as this was clearly the Twilight Apostles' revenge.
How are things on Enlaisi's side?
Speaking of this, Wolund's expression became somewhat complex.
He and Enlaisi were old friends, having been students in the same year. At the time, they were known in Oliphant as the Two Brightest Stars.
Wolund knew in his heart that Enlaisi's talent was on par with his own. If it weren't for Aina's guidance, he wouldn't have been able to surpass Enlaisi.
No unusual situations. Kalinda casually waved her hand, and a water mirror condensed in front of them, clearly reflecting Professor Enlaisi's room.
Several of the surrounding civilian houses had already been replaced by watchers, keeping Enlaisi's every move under constant surveillance.
The rest of the history professors at Oliphant were also secretly placed under strict control.
I really don't know when this whole affair will blow over, Wolund shook his head and sighed.
Wolund looked out the window. The night over Oliphant was shrouded in an uneasy tranquility.
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When others call me a star, it is nothing but false praise; but the stars in my eyes can only hold you...
Listening to Xia Lun's whispers in her ear, Aina's cheeks flushed slightly.
I... I am a Demon King, not something a star can compare to. Aina snorted softly, turning her face away shyly. The moonlight filtered in through the window, flowing over her silvery-white hair. If you want it, Xia Lun, I can really pluck a star from the sky and refine it into a magical device for you.
No need, Aina, there's no need to do something so troublesome. Xia Lun couldn't help but chuckle, his fingertips brushing through her cool hair. What use do I have for a star? Better to let it hang in the sky. Having you by my side is enough.
Smooth talker. Aina feigned anger and poked his chest. How come you're suddenly speaking such poetic words today?
Ahem, I read an old poetry collection during the day. It seems to have been written by a former student of the academy to his lover, Xia Lun explained. His work was left on the bookshelf in the manor, and I thought it was quite interesting.
So, Xia Lun, you're using words made up by another man to deceive women to fool me? Aina narrowed her eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny. That's entirely too insincere.
Uh...
Xia Lun, I want you to compose a poem yourself. Aina suddenly straddled Xia Lun's lap, cupping his face with both hands and looking at her husband slyly.
But I'm an adventurer, not a bard... Faced with Aina's request, Xia Lun immediately felt somewhat troubled.
He had no outstanding literary talent. Aside from knowing a few words and not being illiterate, he really couldn't speak of having any literary attainments.
What, are you saying that I am so terrible that you can't think of a single word to praise me with? Aina leaned in close, her blood-red eyes flashing with a dangerous yet captivating halo in the dark, threateningly revealing her pointy little vampire canines.
Of course not... uh... let me think... Aina, you are a longsword. Xia Lun began to try his best.
Aina slightly furrowed her beautiful brows, her large eyes filled with deep confusion. What are you talking about, Xia Lun?
Xia Lun's fingers gently stroked the curve of her back and continued, Your body is icy cool, just like a cold blade; sleeping while holding you also makes me feel at peace, very secure...
What kind of poem is that... Aina couldn't help but burst into a giggle. That sounds too weird.
I told you, I don't know how to recite poetry. Xia Lun coughed lightly, looking a bit embarrassed.
Aina slowly shifted upward, hugging Xia Lun's head and letting him bury his face in her chest, chuckling softly. But I like it very much, Xia Lun, thank you.
You're welcome. Xia Lun took the opportunity to rub against her soft breasts. His nose filled with her unique cool fragrance, and he narrowed his eyes in great enjoyment.
However, you got one thing wrong... Aina leaned close to Xia Lun's ear, her breath like orchids.
What did I get wrong?
My body isn't cold. Aina took Xia Lun's earlobe in her mouth, her voice soft and sticky. If you don't believe me... you can try.
A gust of wind sounded as scarlet, fiery bat wings tightly wrapped around Xia Lun's body.
Riiip—
The wings cleverly caught their collars and gave a crisp pull. The clothes on the two of them were instantly torn apart, shredding into irregular scraps of cloth.
Tearing clothes with wings? When did Aina learn that? Xia Lun gave Aina a surprised look.
Aina smiled triumphantly, her bat wings wrapping around them like a brocade quilt. The candlelight flickered, the intertwined shadows on the wall gradually blurred, leaving only the starlight outside the window to peek at a room full of spring passion.
...
Xia Lun gently stroked the longsword in his hand.
With a flick of his finger, the longsword let out a melodious chime.
The slender blade, the perfect shape, born only for conquest, its meaning of existence was to draw blood.
As an adventurer, never knowing when an accident might occur, keeping one's sword close was fundamental.
In countless lonely and cold nights, the longsword had brought Xia Lun much comfort.
A qualified warrior could naturally become one with his longsword; the sword moved with his will, achieving mastery, blending together in perfect harmony...
Xia Lun was proficient in swordsmanship. Although he hadn't undergone systematic study and training, he was self-taught, gaining experience through fierce, life-and-death battles.
Straight thrusts, penetrations, continuous strikes, long sweeps... all kinds of sword techniques came easily to him.
The sword soul was greatly pleased.
Xia Lun let out a long breath, put down the longsword, placed it in front of him, and gently stroked the blade with a soft gaze.
What are you doing? Aina's voice sounded beside him.
Ahem, nothing, just finished practicing my sword. Xia Lun coughed lightly.
But why do I feel like your eyes look weird? Aina stared at Xia Lun suspiciously.
Xia Lun remained silent.
Practicing the sword was a very serious matter... He absolutely wasn't associating it with certain things from last night.
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
