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Several of the surrounding civilian houses had already been replaced by watchers, keeping Enlaisi's every move under constant surveillance.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.
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."
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.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
] 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.
