“Hmm, not bad, your form is quite standard. You have talent, Mian.”
The bald pastor beside him grinned, revealing a neat row of large front teeth. His gleaming bald head reflected the light from the room.
Mian slowly rose from the ground, shaking his sore arms to relax his muscles. His chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing not yet fully settled. Sweat trickled down his temples, soaking the collar of his training clothes.
“Mr. Musen... I wonder when I’ll ever be able to train like you.”
Mian gazed at Musen’s muscular physique, his eyes filled with deep envy.
Each muscle was as large and hard as rock, veins twisting like earthworms, brimming with explosive power.
“Haha, don’t worry. As long as you keep at it, one day you’ll be just like me,” Musen said, striking a few bodybuilding poses that made Mian’s eyes sparkle with admiration. “Muscles are simpler than life. As long as you put in the sweat and effort, you’re guaranteed results!”
The muscular Musen draped an arm over Mian’s shoulder, flashing a bright smile and giving him a thumbs-up.
“Mm!” Mian nodded firmly.
Mr. Musen is such a kind man, helping me with my training so selflessly. Feeling the warmth and strength of the hand on his shoulder, Mian thought quietly to himself.
Clearly, neither of them realized they were currently in a magic academy, where muscle training was completely out of place.
After taking a refreshing cold shower, Mian let out a big yawn.
The water had washed away the fatigue from his body, but it brought with it an even deeper drowsiness. He dragged his heavy steps toward the bed, feeling every muscle protest with each movement.
“I’m a bit tired. I’m going to turn in for the night... Good night, Mr. Musen.” Mian collapsed onto the bed.
“Mm, good night.” Musen’s figure gradually faded, dissolving like smoke, and finally slipped back into the thick book resting on the table.
After everything that had happened, exhaustion washed over Mian like a tide, quickly carrying him into a deep slumber. His breathing grew steady and long, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence.
His consciousness grew hazy, then gradually sharpened again, as if surfacing from murky waters.
Mian looked around blankly. Everything was pure white—no buildings, no scenery, just an endless void. This space had no sense of up or down, left or right. It felt as if he was standing on something solid, yet at the same time suspended in midair.
To his surprise, there was another person here.
He was a young man around Mian’s age, with jet-black hair like a raven’s feather and deep crimson eyes. His features were strikingly handsome, yet carried a dangerous allure. A faint, mocking smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
He wore a well-tailored black formal suit, a stark contrast to the pure white space around him.
His appearance seemed vaguely familiar... After a moment, Mian realized he looked very much like Mr. Xia Lun. But the completely different temperament and gaze—Xia Lun’s eyes held warmth and wisdom, while this young man’s were full of playfulness and danger—kept Mian from recognizing it right away.
“Are you... Aise?”
Mian knew his name.
“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mian... My apologies for taking over your body earlier without your consent.” Aise spoke slowly, his voice as elegant and pleasant as a violin, each syllable perfectly measured.
Mian scratched his head.
He was somewhat surprised. When Aise first spoke, his first impression was that the man seemed well-mannered and aristocratic—not at all like a villain. This contrast left Mian momentarily at a loss.
“Uh... Is there something you want to talk to me about?”
Oddly enough, Mian found that he couldn’t muster much anger toward him, even though Aise was the cause of all these troubles... This inexplicable calm only made him more vigilant.
Stay cautious. This is just an act.
And also... Teacher Enlaisi was killed by him. Mian reminded himself sternly. The thought of Enlaisi made his heart wrench painfully, and he raised his guard once more.
“No need to be tense, Mr. Mian... I’m here to propose a cooperation.” Aise leaned back, and a sofa materialized out of thin air behind him, catching him effortlessly.
He elegantly crossed his legs and made a gesture of invitation. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”
Mian looked at the sofa that had suddenly appeared behind him and sat down cautiously. Feeling the soft velvet fabric under him, everything felt far too real to be just a dream.
“My father struck me a few times with his blade, so I’m in a weakened state right now,” Aise said bluntly. “Your consciousness can now resist me. Occupying your body won’t be so easy for me anymore.”
“Ha...” Mian wasn’t sure why Aise was telling him this.
“So, I’m hoping that when I need to use your body, you won’t resist,” Aise continued, still smiling. That smile was so perfect it seemed like a carefully crafted mask.
“Why would you think I’d agree to such a request?” Mian asked incredulously.
“I’ll obviously provide my terms. I can promise you that while I’m in your body, I won’t kill innocents or do anything too extreme.” Aise remained expressionless. “You should understand, Mr. Mian, I do have the ability to forcibly take over your body... It would just take a bit more effort. I don’t want to waste energy on such tedious matters, which is why I came to negotiate with you.”
“Then... what is your goal?” Mian asked a crucial question. “What do you want to do while using my body?”
“Goal?”
Unexpectedly, a hint of bewilderment flickered in Aise’s eyes.
“I don’t really have a goal.” Aise shook his head, then grinned even broader than before. “If I had to say... I just want to live as a person, to live peacefully with my parents.”
Mian was rendered speechless.
“So, what do you think? Is that acceptable to you?” Aise said casually, spreading his hands as he lounged on the sofa.
“I refuse.” Mian shook his head.
Aise paused briefly, clearly taken aback that Mian would refuse so decisively.
“You can’t live like an ordinary person. I can’t trust you at all,” Mian said flatly. “And besides, the idea of you using my body to continue your old relationship with Mr. Xia Lun... that disgusts me.”
Aise opened his mouth to say something, but Mian’s figure had already begun to dissolve before his eyes.
Aise narrowed his eyes slightly.
Only he remained in this mental space.
“What a cautious fellow...”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
